Sunday, May 1, 2016

ME: Overrated


The importance of life
is overrated,
much as the importance of will and the like.

We all turn to dust
with only dust to remember us
and only dust to follow.

Not a speck left from our transgression,
neither from our obedience to whats true,
nor from our hopes and our dreams.

This whole quest -
it is futile,
the efforts - in vain 
and the hope - still born in the chest.

Monday, January 11, 2016

ME: New year but not quite


They said the year changed,
I didn't notice.
They said the luck is new,
I don't have it.
They say the life is new,
it isn't.
New places, new faces -
old fears, old aches.
New year for new beginnings -
old blood in the old wounds.
New year for a new awakening,
nightmares turn around the clock.