124.

What Then?


When I die, then will I cry?
For lack of love or friendship’s dove

Will I sing in joyous ring?
At last I’ve found death’s loving shroud

Will others dare to shed a tear?
Pretend they care, or point and stare

At faggot freak with tears to weep
For hatred felt round neck with belt

123.

What You See is not What You Get



Fuck life I say to shapeless day
In dawn despair and silent air
A graveyard town still free from frown
Of beauty’s smile in full fake style

A loveless cry in blood-red sky
Still shining cold in death’s sweet gold
The price to pay for every day
I give the smile and live the style

122.

pi, i and I




The order of numbers, so firm yet so free
Gazing from textbook, no words to be seen
One simple equation with heart so complex
That governs the question with problems to fix

I wonder at beauty of magical math
As pure and as perfect as first angel’s breath
Floating like stardust from heavens above
Warming our cold earth like freedom’s sweet dove

121.

-_-


Impatient hope for timeless dream
That steals the joy from living’s scream
To drag me down to depths of mind
And see the life I’ll never find

Life lives in dreams and golden heart
And struggles through truth’s deathly chart
Of life’s recordings, dreams so sweet
And afterlife I’ll never meet