for the love of god, don’t teach your kids how to avoid crises. teach them how to manage them. because you cannot control events. teach them how to stand up and speak out instead of how to hold their tongue and bite their tail. teach them to fight.

And maybe if you have the audacity, teach(show) them how to be nice. 

you account to yourself.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE FAIR TO THEM. YOU DON’T. BE FAIR TO YOURSELF. BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, THEY ARE NOT THE ONES PICKING YOU UP. THEY ARE THOSE WHO WERE NOT EVEN LISTENING. SO GO AHEAD AND DO WHAT YOU WANT, EVEN IF THEY DO NOT WANT YOU TO.

The Writer.

She holds me,
sometimes tight, sometimes light.
My blood,
drains away for what she writes.
My nib,
Kissing the soft paper beneath,
My hat,
Gets chewed on by her pearly teeth.

She’s happy,
Her fingers caress my long neck.
She’s angry,
The same fingers strangle me to death.
She sad,
Her tears wipe away what I inscribe.
She’s scared,
Her damp fingers roll me aside.

My ink and her thoughts,
Are merged into one.
She writes about fear,
And she writes about fun.

I know about her life,
The pain endured,
The happy times,
The scars cured.

But she is me,
And I am her.
Till the very last drop,
I’ll stay with her.

The Wanderer

Wanderer.

A sprinkle of stars,
A still city,
A throbbing heart.

A whistle of breeze,
A sea of emotions,
A wandering life.

A thin thread,
Of sanity,
Of promises.

Fiercely strong,
Dreamily high,
Hopelessly in time.

And music.
Of celestial lullabies,
Of eerie whistles,
Of broken strings,
Of camera flashes,
And of the waves of time.

Just plain, energetic, moving music.

Abstract Night.

Look up at the dark – dark sky,

floating dreams, fiery lights.

cryptic stars, made up fights,

sky of blue, quick surprise.

chromatic moon, everything’s fine,

power and glory, men of vice.

zenith adieu, emotions cry,

sparks of faith, trust divine.

colorless rainbows, electric time,

abstract curse, death and crime.

beauty pure, chances collide,

paradox hope, magic precise,

ideas flow, music’s high,

spells and sorrow, majestic life.

addictive words, luxury heights,

such was the night of lies.