Somewhere along the way I decided I couldn’t give up. — These words were never meant to see the light of day Or reach the curious eyes of strangers But I owe someone a poem And if that’s the price I have to pay then so be it Fortunately I know a thing or two about covering tracks . I lit…

The dark ages of the modern era are only beginning — Trust me, I’d know. (3/3) — I’m not the one to start the war, neither the one to end it I stand alone as I’m pondering amongst the soldiers fighting it And I’ll still be standing when all has been said and done Either way, I will carry the weight of the world on my shoulders …

The dark ages of the modern era are only beginning — Trust me, I’d know. (2/3) — In the worst of times in this world In an epoch of fear and impossible choices An era with shortage of freedom and abundance of judgment I turned to my roots for answers But luck is no longer enough Come to think of it Some impending doom had been lurking for a while now…

The dark ages of the modern era are only beginning — Trust me, I’d know. (1/3) — Spring should not have been taken for granted The times of the poets are long gone And their cruel world is coming to an end We are here on borrowed time The result of strong will and a few spells But magic is the worst of sins So artists belong to all the levels of Hell They…

I woke up from a poem and I rushed to write it down, cause they tend to be so elusive — just like dreams and happiness… (3/3) — If you want me to reveal myself Look for the subtle hints of my presence Look for the one who seems to be halfway there The one that sees everyone and noone The words of a masterpiece could be swirling around my head Until an unwelcome voice pulls me back to its world…

I woke up from a poem and I rushed to write it down, cause they tend to be so elusive — just like dreams and happiness… (2/3) — I am going to edit The poem and the person behind it alike The facts will twist and turn in front of you Till they look nothing like the manuscript of a trembling hand I will wash all emotion out of your book Rinse off the ink of a photograph and the paint of…

I woke up from a poem and I rushed to write it down, cause they tend to be so elusive — just like dreams and happiness… (1/3) — I go by many names My poetry is not for your curious eyes to see You may come across a verse or two When you most need it But it will be masked by dust and unnecessary words All to cast some doubt And protect what’s rightfully mine You think…

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