Last, dying gasps...

...of my poetic past...

Actually, I rediscovered my little poetry notebook-binder where I collected poems. And these were the last two entries from last year I think[?]

Enjoy.

Shine

Oh shine your light at me
Tell me I’d be better
“If I would only try”
You say that I’m to confident
Too cold; I’m not. It’s just
That I don’t disagree

I cannot disagree
You stand so confident
While saying If I try
Your rules will work for me
Time will make me better
If I would only care
About what’s right and just

Please, just keep your justice
And may it work for you
Your better life and try
To understand and be
So sleek and confident
No, not at all like me
If only ‘cause I care

Genocide

A soulful destruction
I promise that it doesn’t matter
And lack of hatred makes it better
Systematic elimination of those few
Who would destroy our dreams
Not genocide but justice

Damnation founded
I’ll convince you of my truth (it’s better)
And would you destroy us all for the sake of a few
Animalistic entreaties of extinguished dreams?
They do not really matter
Not genocide but science

Synopsis of a treatise
I translate it for those, the graceful few,
The chose, making or world better
Cognizant of the light and matters
Forsaking those false dreams
Not genocide but truth

Regardless of entreaty
Your dreams are empty, dead
And better yet, I’ll dream for you
One of the chosen few
Who do not matter
It’s genocide (for you)



Now wasn't that fun?