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‘In Search For More’

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Leaving the world with a smile on his face

Flew the spirit on the chilly winter’s embrace

‘Goodbye my tricky life

Go on with your unexpected dive

The space is waiting with its mysteries

So many roads to choose with no limits’

He knew the sweetness of blossoming trees,

The kisses of love, the pleasure he would miss

But the joys of the Earth were not enough

He wanted so much more to discover on his path

What he did – a lunacy, that’s what they called it

A mourning crowd was an illusion in not that little bit

The emptiness he did not feel anymore

When he realised he had it all in his hands, his proper lore

He left his cat, the rain and depressing fall

And then he announced, ‘’tis my final call’



Rails, oh tempting rails

Leading your own ways

When I look at you

And the train approaching that was due

I feel the urge, oh so lunatic

To run straight ahead onto your metal sticks

I wonder if it would hurt so much

Or it would be quick and soft as a plume’s touch

I don’t want to die

Please don’t judge me in a blink of an eye

I guess I just need an adrenaline rush

Something more exciting than a high school crush

Everything around bores me, I must say

What seems like ecstasy is a simple rail

So hold me really tight when we’re at the station

Because I may just jump the moment you stop paying attention

‘Artistic Lunacy’

I’m walking on a sunny day

Delighted to have sunlight on my face,

Pleased to have my say

By writing. On starry nights I glance into space

While the two worlds mix with each other.

A sudden feeling of discomfort, inexplicable.

I’ve got thoughts to gather

But they all split, it’s undeniable

Something’s been watching me

For a long, long time

From behind that cherry tree.

Have I committed some crime

I’ve written about?

I can see the light

Which is coming out

From my inside…

What a mad suicide!

Normal for lunatic poets

Who put their sorrow aside

By drowning it in the muse’s sockets.


Poetry Potluck

‘Nothing more precious than poetry/The jewel of humankind’


Nothing gives that much joy

Nothing is worth living so much

As the most beautiful act of making art

Nothing is more precious than poetry

Nor wealth

Nor love

Nor friendship

Nor nature

Everything is passing

Everything is uncertain

But for this flower

Blossoming in my soul

Taking advantage of my heart and mind

Leading to self-destruction

Once started

The power is impossible to stop

Let us pass away in the name of poetry

The jewel of humankind