We can't be just bodies

 More than flesh

 

1.The right and the wrong,

Fall weak or stand strong,

Live good or live long,

Shut up, sing your song?

 

2.Sagged shoulders or swords,

Fake smiles or blunt words,

Clear eye sight, or blurred,

Be first or be third?

 

3.Fly fast or come last,

Live now, in the past?

Harassed or outcast,

Exhausted, surpassed?

 

4.The questions we’ve got

Are hard and a lot,

They burn us inside,

Like flames glowing hot.

 

5.With all these conflicts

That touch everybody,

Don’t you simply feel,

We can’t be just bodies?

It always comes, it always goes!

 Like the 30s

 

1.When the brightest hood in town

Stops shimmering like a crown,

Then hard times are coming.

 

2.When you go and look around

And no one is to be found,

Recession is jamming.

 

3.If not even night reveals

What every rich man’s soul heals,

You move in slow motion.

 

4.When the high heels caffee lust

Becomes glass covered in dust,

That’s a nasty notion.

 

5.It is calming, don’t despair,

If it’s written in the air

That hunger is coming.

Not everything has an excuse

 Lame excuses

  

1.Is there any single place,

Where if you dare turn your face,

You won’t be poisoned by dark,

Made of lies and toxic sparks?

 

2.Is there any open door,

Where you go and know what for,

And are not welcomed with speeches,

Cold and disgusting, like leeches?

 

3.Is there any honest voice,

Unlike the corporate noise,

Which can fill you up with truth

And not let you waste your youth?

 

4.Is there any decent way

To know what happened last day,

Without dwelling in frustration,

You can’t spot manipulation?

 

5.All I know is, shame on you,

You know who I’m talking to,

God knows, you may have good reasons,

Your soul withers with the seasons.

 

6.Selling it won’t heal your wounds,

It will cover noise with sounds;

No matter what you go through,

Providence won’t forgive you.