wings of birds were stolen by the gods, centuries ago
an earth's day lasts for 86, 400.002 seconds
children are roaming in the mind of these lines
they are counting, playfully and without feelings

days come and go, they float through our lives
i wrote about the stages of dreams and dreamt of an *******
the ruins of old poems are silver, blue and red
remains of a day's thoughts, decoded and clear, similarly

it is not wise to count seconds while you are breathing
it is not wise to count on people while they are leaving
it is strange to use "wise" in order to refer to cleverness
people of color may feel excluded by our languages

in german, "white" is called "weiß" and that sounds like "wise"
explain to me the origins of such a word, i demand it
before the river will have swallowed me; i demand an answer
poems come, poems go, leave a trace, stain – and a change

fools are flodding the streets in order to have a five o'clock tea
proudly, they are talking about their old heroes, bearded conquerors
these guys nevah really wanted to dig strangaz, dey killed 'em.
they killed unknown people, they stabbed my dreams

they murdered ancestors because they were used to murdering
they invented words without speaking but grinning
power is an invisible instrument that consists of hierarchies
power is what we see and oversee, power is the origin of wars

wars are the origin of despair; and that is nothing new
wars, though, may be invisible and silent, just in the mind
what is a war, does a war need bombs, guns and soldiers?
wars occur everywhere, daily, within 86, 400.002 seconds

the length of a day is measured in numbers; they are just inventions
numbers are man-made, animals orient on the sun and the moon
humans celebrate planets and write poems about them
we all will surive as long as we keep writing and tolerate each other

if you look after boredom it will grow free-flowing metaphor's
boredom needs to be watered with laugher
boredom cannot surive in a ordinary environment
bordom should only be given narcotic once a year, in a small dose
it flourishes in social settings
and its natural habitat is the dancefloor

Someone saw the rain and mention how gloomy it was.
Except it was sunny to me.
Long as you have the breath of life within you.
Nothing is as bad as it seems.

It just depends on your out look.

Don't be like the rich that cried about their losses on the stock market.
For, they failed to understand they was taking chances.
Or the spouse still hurt from the filing of a divorce.

Cause nothing is bad as it seems.

In life the positive will always out weigh the negative.
It just depends on your out look.

If you see bad.
Then bad it will be.
If you chose to stay sad.
Then sadness will become your theme.

It depends on your out look.

Who knows?
God just might be challenging you to see , if you can pull through.
Storms comes with devastion to challenge us.
Some surive.
Some don't.
But in the mix of the storm.
There's always a positive side to see.

It just depends on your out look.

Lately I ve felt tattered and torn
Like I'm two people
One trying to forget all the bad from the past
And the other wanting all the good things to last

How can I get both
While still holding on to me
Or do I just let go
And what will be will be

All any of us ever want
Is for the good to surive
And all the bad things
To be buried alive

I know i need to let you go
But it is so hard
So many of these things
Have made us who we are

Who will conqure in the end
An will you still want to be my friend

Reflections with pain staking recollections
Watch your old self with memories of where youve been
How far youve come and whats left to be seen
A feeling of emptiness thats getting too deep
Why look to the past when we try to live in the present
Because the future is too foregone for us to reference
Every mistake we made a reminder to forget
And every forgotten mistake one waiting for redemption
That never arrives
If you shone a light in the darkest room
Would you be enlightning or just a nuisance
Disrupting the current order is something only the brave do
And maybe the foolish too
Cause death is all they brew
What do we have to lose but our lives
And why is yours so valuable when theres 7 billion others on the line
Maybe cause we have only one as opposed to 9
But if we live it in vain then we're better off dying
And if we live it too proudly then it changes before our eyes
Family turns to strangers and friends to foes
And true solace only comes when youre alone
For you hate other people and all that they represent
That one cant be  strong in their own presence
That one cant surive without someone to rely on
That one cant stand out and be profound
But only one person can ever wear the crown

I cut my heart with what's to come.
Adapted for inevitability that has yet to evolve.
Space is untold.....
I granted it.
Wits twisted, past traumas.
I no longer surive apart from them.
Lost, alienated from insight or control.
Infinity is felt in no time at all.
I plunge into internal torment.
Bleeding unease.
Tears salty with rejection.
Insufficiently digesting distrust.
Rage like broken fireworks.
Contrition then crowding the soul.
Percieved inevitablity is not certain.
Waiting for space to shift.
I feel....... lost.