I see those tides of imperfection,
Failure and miscommunication.
These crimes violently arise,
Living in world that's filled with lies.
Making love? Is it all I want? Do I really care for you?
These Questions are on my mind, passing through...
Kisses, Hugs and Roses.
Stuffed-dolls, chocolates and the voices...
Rhythm Of My Head
Stop, halt, Pause,
The life of a rebel without any cause.
Lost in this moment,
Puzzled on what this wave meant.
Though our shells are here,
Inside this watery sphere.
I think I am intoxicated my dear,
I am filled up with fear.
I'm no wanna-be,
I'm just a man trying to express what is in me.
These compositions of poetry,
Are merely nothing, but all that I did see.