Song 92 – Verse

I say, if all that clean verse
can’t save my day, but
I can’t stop to rehearse!

Verse is life, disguise,
but the veil is knit
with words that’s proof I’m wise.

Definitely, job is a thing
that can feed, clothe and means
that I’m officially cruising.

There’re days when I dream
that I can be the writer
who can go beyond and be amusing.

But when it’s time for answers
that my family asks up;
Those’re so practical and terse.

I can still keep under the carpet
what my passion is and has
such good feelings, none to regret.

So if some greatness is left
in the bag of soiled desire
that you can see is unique,

you’re looking at the same guy
who can’t predict but
can tell all that’s fed ain’t what we seek.

So listen what you read out
of the text so carefully written,
has some deep true giveout.

Please love the message,
not the so called brouhaha
that just pretends to be new age.


Song 69 – 7 years a marriage

It’s the 7th year passing…
I’m still that guy
who smells of sweat,
But has in due
his big break yet.
And whom she urges
has a lot to forget
and remember
so she could go on together.

It’s the 7th year passing!
And the wheels
are turning slower.
It’s time to learn to know her
and that my choices aren’t better
than what were years ago.

So my woman, Sorry!
if I ain’t yet the dream
you had wed.
You were the first one
for real I ever had.
And you’re special at that.
Let’s celebrate that…