In the Street

In the end

We are always

Alone

No one care

If you live or die

Just you don’t

Die in their home

It is ok

Makings of the World

Do I believe

In making

The world

A better place?

No I don’t

This is not my world

Soon I will be gone

Other will come

They will make it worse

Soon they will be gone

And others will come

And maybe make this

World a “better place”

They will be gone too

And in the end

Good and bad

Will be gone beyond

Recognition

Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

Afterlife

When we are gone

We become

Just ideas

A fantasy in the mind of the other

An example or a dear memory

But this is not us

We are so much more

Falling Rain

Rain keeps falling

And falling eternal

Falling of the rain

Life is filled with

Moments like this

Summer rain keeps

Falling and falling

A bliss for the dry

Land to recover

Round trip

Eventually we all

Bounce back to ourselves

Are old personality

Shines through as

Our weaknesses and faults

When the conditions

Gets bad enough

But when we are

There at the bottom

Then what do we do?

Family

Shame and guilt

For failing to succeed

Failing to be viable

Causing distress and sorrow

Just standing in the shadow

While the happy ones

Throw rocks and insults