Is there more?
To eat,be born, work, sleep .

Growing without being able to edit your past
Eating without getting filled up
Working every time just to survive
Sleeping just to wake up to another reality.

Is that all,
Is there more,are these what the world can offer
Is there still more
Is there another phase

Our Dreams
Is that the real world
Is this present life a fiction
Explanation's?

Pearly gates, for heaven’s sake, are so non-existent
Among the stars mister mars is now one assistant
Horses red and of the sea, captured in this vacuum
Muscle men, marble sin, removed from them their scrotum

Holy holes of blackened souls suck up painted women
Planet rings, gold do sing in concert also woven
Icicle swords, ruby lords are universal whores
Razor stains pillar chains, two more black holes make for doors

Long terrace of hopelessness,
Sheeted with the beams of sand,
Like a brown blanket,
Spread over a grassland;
That we begin to decay,
In the hustle for photosynthesis.
Will this race die away before this harmattan mist is lifted?
It is the question that cloud my mind,
As I watched the emaciated children,
In an endless war with malaria and cholera.

Who could be content
with this wretched world

religions bribe

death; bovine silence
tears of my beating red heart

without passions arc
there would only be rational thought
and grizzled earth
arctic cold

poetry beats the gravity
of this rock
deepens the mouth of inspiration
worming through
the machinery of desperation
like Jesus floats

eloquence it's revenge
a helpess idol