Wish i had nothing to live for,
Sans world,
Sans time,
Sans worries
Sans nothing
Nothing to change my world





She sprayed her power everywhere,

solitude was torn out from her womb,

Fragrance turned into stench,

Mountains into debris.

A Silent  killing spree,

Kissing everything in her sight

Setting all spirits free.

Placidity Shops

I walked down the lane, took a sip of the electrolyte shake and proceeded to the shop.
My PDA was flooding with notifications about my high blood pressure and unrhythmic beatings of my heart.
My oxygen levels were normal since my oxy jets   were re filled yesterday.

Its very difficult to spot a placidity shop these days.It took me 50 hours track down one in my country.

I was welcomed by a group of nuns who wore robes which was made of some sort of animal skin.I think its leather,its the closest to leather which I have seen in a decade. A nun who hid his face walked me to the placidity chamber.
The head of the institution was sitting on the side of chamber,his face covered with a veil.
And then..

I started to tell him all my worries,sorrows,tensions and all burdens.He heard everything like a little kid with calm and composure.
Just like the priests in Catholic church who used to give confessions.
I felt so happy once I was done with unloading the burden from my head.
I went back home.At night I could feel peace with myself,no more warning  pulse notifications in my PDA.
I slept like a baby but  without a sleeping bag this time.
I finally felt happiness without the help of pills and machines.
My virtual assistant booked an advanced appointment for me for next year in the placidity shop to buy peace .

Oh I forgot to liquefy water to make O2..

Black Out

I almost blacked out when I got there,
Maybe they must have placed me here,
I’m writing slams and plans,
Killing everything in my way,
Spurring spits and blood all over my body,
You fused your spirits into my mind,
Driving me to a dungeon.
Rinsing me with blood.
The blood of the prodigal son,
Now I’m the prodigal son.
Skinning and churning blood out of bodies
Am I still dreaming.
No i ain’t,
I’m writing slams again in water.


I kicked your belly,
Giving you sprains and drains
Welcomed me by kissing my feet,
The same feet that kicked you,
I gave you sleepless nights,
Yet you made me sleep at nights,
I gave you the greatest pain,
Yet you clutched me plain,
I owe  you for your prayers and blessings.
Coz when I look at the stars,
I can only see your face

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How We Used To Be

I feel so powerless,

coz every time you slither,

My heart shivers,

Holding our memories,

In the boulevard of happy lanes,

Striking out every word i wrote about you

I bury my face in the stereo

Still getting stuck at “How we used to be”