sometimes...

Sometimes I stop by the sky,
Watching the raindrops flooding the rooftops.
I think… which to the world
Seems like a blink.
Why am I here?
Is it just the fear of death…?

Am I going crazy?
My nerves are frenzy,
Cut me, kill me,
For the world to see.
How does it matter?

Then I look into her eyes
And all of it makes sense,
The smiles and the cries.

Sometimes sitting all alone,
I don’t care to give in or defend.
It feels like the world is coming to an end.

Then I kiss her,
And suddenly the equation seems to be clear,
The one’s far away and the one’s near.

Sometimes I feel captured in time,
I am urged to commit the crime,
And see the world go by from six feet under.

Then I hold her in my arms
And I realize why they made tanks and farms…

captured in time

We all lie between the start and the end,
Born here to defend,
Our lives and dignity.
It ends with our breath
Or does it go on till infinity?

We go to school, work and die,
But what if all this is a lie.
Where do we come from?
And where do we go to?
This question isn’t new.

All we know is that,
We are stuck between
The tick and tock, of a clock.

Who Dies???

I had a dream last night,

White and black were in a fight.

I saw a universe,a life in reverse.

My Grandma’s flabby arm,my brother’s charismatic charm.

They were all alive.Breathing and feeding.

Feeding on my brain,my thoughts were going through a drain.

But does it count?

A starving beggar’s five star meal,

A loosing gambler’s winning deal.

I have seen it all falling apart,my brain and her heart.

Streams of blood,Emotions flood.

But does it count?

In the end who decideswho lives and who dies???