Memories of filth 

Glamour and fame,

stolen money and no shame.

Smoke and booze,

babes on cruise.

Dream of lust,

freedom and powers thirst.

Illusions of glory,

you the judge - you the the jury.

Karma comes with a swing,

rips you of everything.

Down goes your life,

with no will to strife.

Cowardly way to die.

nerve caressed by a knife.

Soo enslaved by guilt,

memories of filth.

Art by: Alan Wiszus

Beautiful peace.

A hint of light,

on the cloud beneath.

Silence so sincere,

mind's now numb.

No words - no thought,

peace is truly beautiful.

Light now shines again,

in my forsaken world.

Thank you.

Wake up.

Escape from dreams,

come to reality,

because in this world exits,

a different form of possibility.

A pen may write,

a brush may paint.

But your hands alone,

can truly create.

With a mind soo vast,

you can create your ways,

To tear mountains apart,

or find a lion to tame.

Let belief in your heart,

call will to stay,

because today is the day,

you will be truly awake.

A thousand crimes committed,
guilt, now a source of boredom.
Bad times-good times,
all seem the same.

What a tasteless life!

No time for soul searching,
money is of essence.
Death awaits regret,
no care, who cares.

Finding peace.

Happiness is a dream,

peace is a achievement.

It's not easy as it seams,

its caged by freedom.

You can be free to live,

but never free from death.

You can be free to love,

but not free from lust.

You are caged by thought,

and that thought is freedom.

Troubled Mind

Fleets of discussion,

enters my mind.

An endless day,

and now a tiresome night.

Memories of childhood, 

emotions from the past.

Answers were revealed,

to the questions never asked.

Oh God!

does this brain,

never shut up!

Insights in religion,

smiles like a punk,

Why does my brain,

at night seem drunk.

A story in the end,

quiets my mind.

It seems like a child,

of a troubled kind.

Silence at last,

no dream so divine.

on a cloud I sleep,

with this child of mine.

Their wicked world

I smell ash in the air,

& hear the helpless cry.

In this world of darkness,

the fools run the lives.

Rivers of blood flow,

on floats the life boats.

In tears they finally drown,

yet they fool around.

Deprived of faith,

they are deprived of fate.

So their roof comes crashing down,

yet they can't see,

how they are fooling around.

The end is near,

yet they dream of heaven,

the truth escapes their sight.

Are they sinners or they fools,

still in wickedness their soal dies.