What if?

What would you do if you could stop time?

What if you could look down on your wristwatch

And just say

“Wait.”

The sound of the clock on the wall would stop

The sound of pretty much everything would stop

What if you create for yourself

A very own, personal, limbo?

Would you take to the streets

And do whatever you want?

Would you catch up on your sleep?

Would you read?

What would you do?

Would you drop out of college?

Who needs education?

You could steal all the food and money you want

The world would be your playground,

So would you become a superhero

And save the innocent kids from the bullies

Or would you become a superbully?

You could always be the cool scientist

Stop time and step ahead of light

Or you could become famous for your ability

What would you do?

If everything that was in motion

Would freeze in mid air

If everything that was still

Became stiller

Would you take that time

To appreciate the beauty of the world?

What would you do

If the world stops for you

Would you give in to all of that pressure

And never use that power again?

Or would you finally become free

To be the animal you once were?

Would you let the world remain frozen?

And live the rest of your life in solitude

What if someone else has already made that decision for you?

What if we all are actually frozen?

And everything seems like it’s changing, but nothing is

What if it’s all the same?

It’s all the same…

Desperately need something to do. :/

So there’s this woodpecker
He pecks all day
Peck Peck Peck
Peck Peck Peck
Pecks his life away
Ever seen him stop and wonder?
At the glories of the world and beyond?
Did you ever see?
Him staring at a tree
And thinking about Joyce Kilmer?
Nope, can’t recall
Any such incident

So why should I stop
And smell the flowers I don’t see
Why should I write a poem
As beautiful as a tree
When no one else gives a damn

I should be hanging around friends
Rolling joints with the money for my rent
I should be the eternal narcissist
Like the one who sits above
But we’ll come to him later

Right now what I wanna know
Is what gives me the right to control
Everything I see
And everything I don’t
Coz frankly speaking
There’s a lot I don’t know

What gives me the right
To play with someone’s life
And blame it on ignorance?

I thought someone could tell me
Someone could answer
The stupidest question in the world
But if I ask someone
Why they’re doing something
They all say the same thing
Coz everyone else is.

Good.
So now we’ve got that cleared.
I’m doing what I’m doing
Because everyone else is doing what they’re doing
And everyone else is doing what they’re doing
Because I’m doing what I’m doing

To sum it up,
None of us know what any of us is doing
Or why they’re doing it.

Looks like we evolved backwards.
At least the apes knew what they were doing.
Sleep. Eat. Shit. Have Sex. Sleep.
That simple collection of words got what the people
Who call themselves the brainiest guys in the world didn’t:

Logic.

And I’ll tell you why they didn’t get it
Because they were the birdbrains
Who came up with the idea of a nuclear bomb
Which has really set the bar for human stupidity
No one can surpass that.

Because the ‘logic’ behind the nuclear bomb is
“You give me what I want
Or I’ll blow up your country”

People in the highest position of their respective countries
Spent money exceeding ten times the number of their population
On such nuclear bombs.

Which, in fact, they’ll never use.

True story.
Tell you the truth, I’d rather be a woodpecker.

I dream

I dream

Sometimes of the world

And sometimes of other things

That are close to me

Or I want them to be

I dream

Sometimes of a girl

Who life has given nothing to lose

And nothing to gain

Except pain

I dream

Sometimes of an empty canvas

I hold the brush

But the only color I have

Is white

These dreams come to me

I don’t know how

I don’t know why

All I know is,

I dream

No Guitars in Hell

I’ve been sick before

But never quite like this

I came down with a fever some time ago

And now I feel like a fish

Running out of water

I know what’s coming

It’s haunting me like a song

That’s been stuck in my head

And I can’t get rid of it

Coz it’s been there for so damn long

And I want some peace

And I don’t wanna die right now

I’ve much to do

I’ve much to sing

I’ve gotta do so much of everything

And I wanna remain on this earth

Till time ends

Till I’ve made all of my amends

Coz there’re no guitars in hell, my friend

I’ve seen my family

Crowd around me

And talk in hushed voices

I’ve seen them fake smiles

I’ve seen their red eyes

They talk to me like I’ve got other choices

No one should ever go through that

But they’d never give up hope

Even if you’re on your last rope

Never accept you’re truly gone

And that’s when they realize

The true meaning of life

Lies in loss

Rather late for an epiphany

And I don’t wanna give up hope either

Knowing fully well

I just have a few minutes

To sing you one last farewell

So here goes, I hope it fits

I hope it sums up everything

I’ve loved you all

And this is the end

I wish I could have been a better man

I’d sing to you every song I've ever penned

But I won’t,

coz as you know

There’re no guitars in hell, my friends

I'm a Human

I looked at her innocent face 
the unsuspecting smile 
the carelessness of a child 
her eyes reminding me 
of the love we share 
and i sank away 
sank away 
into a place worse than nothingness 
emptier than emptiness 
lonelier than loneliness 
a place where no man came back from 
the infinite abyss of the mind 
sucking on me like a leech 
eating me away 
corroding me 
until i'm just a lump of flesh 
human for all purposes 
except one, humanity. 

Burnt

I see something in your face

That no one else sees

There’s something in your eyes

No one would ever believe

You look up at the world

That looks down upon you

You want to be a part of something

That doesn’t want any part of you

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

I can see inside of you

What you really need

Isn’t the love or respect of the world

But something less demeaned

It’s acknowledgment that you crave

For all the sacrifices that you made

For all the hurt you had to brave

Just for being alive

It’s a different world that I see

From the one that you perceive

Yours is forever dark

But doesn’t miss the light

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

Broken Mornings

Broken mornings scar my life

I’ve decided to runaway

I’m riding on a wave in the empty ocean

You will all soon fade away

Horizons bleak, the sun shining down

My neck, it tells me to give up

I still hang on, just for the heck of it

Coz I don’t really wanna go down in flames

Up ahead, I see a ray of hope

Which is ironic, coz it’s day

But something about it looks different

I guess I’ll take my chances, anyway

I don’t wanna be the one who’s left out

I don’t wanna be the one who always says

That, ‘You know I could’ve been a real somebody

Had my fate turned another way’

I guess this is how it feels like

To be devoid, of all senses

To put your faith in something so passionately

That your own true self feels light years away