THERE'S NO POINT.
There’s no Point.
The Pencil’s Broke.
Why you laughing?
It wasn’t a joke
or hoax
Do you see the smile on my face?
and the sarcasm all over the place?
There is no race
it’s only me
full of complexity
and ambiguity
an enigma all my own
a problem in which I can solve alone
This
is for those who think there beneath the surface
try hard and focus
but take notice
I don’t even know myself……
What you know about feeling left out -
What is this about?
or maybe I’m left in,
this isolation
Now I’m endowed
above the clouds
up all by myself.
but I’m not alone
when I’m in a zone
it’s me and I -
we try
to compete
the only two
besides Ayda, that makes me complete.
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Today I’d like to thank
whatever has kept these pages blank.
some ship sank,
oor whatever it was
I’m glad to say it was
It was just a buzz
Now the candle,
you have to handle
with care
because the air
is back to the fire
whatever wire
I got inspired
and what transpired
was referring to myself.…
SOCIAL KING – OR LITERARY SQUARE?
I’m one literary circle from being a square,
yet when it comes to social circles
I’m everywhere-
do you dare
to question the ambiguousness?
I am him. He is me
We are both, endlessly.
Read a book,
or just look
both equally important
yesterday,
tomorrow, and today.…
