One Love

One Love, went rogue,
too late to imagine the conclusion
everything else is just illusion, delusion
leading to the inevitable demise of the tension
Another cup of reality trying to focus attention
No reason to linger in detention, restrained in prison
Above all One Love demands submission, our mission
is to achieve liberation, freedom.

Urban Story X

You’re alone.

Passing by the fountain, there’s a silhouette, a small one. It starts to talk. You listen.

-You're going to die. Today.

You can’t assimilate the words right away, they just ring in your brain like a bell, in stereo.

-Listen. Be careful. You're going to die. Today. Believe me.

“Believe me”, the concept roars, like the first thunder your hear in your life, coated by a primal meaning. “The act of trusting someone or something” Complex. Too complex.

-Fuck you.

You're in the floor. Your jeans wet from the moss. You’re alone.

Not bad

Struggle is unavoidable

allow me to breath

yet futile pain unquestionable

Always go for the throat

Inner sanctum doesn't know

about no sacrificial goat

only truth is that blood flow

and some electric charge makes it float

A life in a day

 Wake up. Smoke. Work. Eat. Smoke. Work. Home. Eat. TV. Fuck. Smoke. Sleep. Rinse and repeat.

Mike and the attorney

Mike found himself in some trouble

of which he couldn’t escape by himself

one day someone knock on his door

and he had to “come with us, sir”

A twenty-four years old girl

brutally ripped off

twenty-three stabs in the ribs

and one, only one

in the middle of the face.