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Yet another

There were many and were few,
And each of them was somewhat new,
Yet each was but another mew,
So soon away I always flew.

Wisdom

Who is the one to do things right,
Who has the perfect future’s sight,
And who has will to gain these?
Those ones who have – stand by now, please.

Winter time

It was the time of retribution,
Of thoughts all dying in confusion,
It was one coldest winter day,
When sun had moved off the way.

Success

What does one strife for if not success?
Constantly pressured, each day in stress?
What do I care? Listen or not –
Poem’s successful, still being hot.

Side effect

I’ve come to this for now at last –
All past no more than a dust
With dead ideals full of rust
Now blown away with fresh wind’s gust.

Purifier

The webs of past are thick to hack,
And maze of life is cold and dark,
There are no torches on its walls …
You wander by without goals.

Phoenix

It is the dream of my origin,
For in the dreams I am still virgin,
And still I’m fighting with my sleep,
But hesitate to make a leap.

Pawns

We are but mere pawns in greedy hands of “kings”,
We are like mindless spawns, as soul-enslaved beings.
No more than the listeners, no more than the followers,

Pain

All I feel now is the pain,
All my hopes were but in vain,
And there is no one to blame…
Damn it, have I gone insane?!

One of many

I am a voice of evolution,
I am a bringer of confusion,
I am a whisper in the noise,
I am a teller of the choice.