Deeply Played


The game of rags and black water

Higher and much lower they go

Always seeking the tops of this and that

Flapping their dirt to those who dare to look

Always holding on onto vane vanity

Don’t we all?

They fear the fear of death

The truth keeps on missing its mark

Idolized Decadence

Paths full with shattered dreams

A requiem for the elected rich

Misery for the mass

A new day, we must seek

A new day, we must pray

A new day, I must write


Welcome To The Jungle


At the pinnacle of a pyramid

No voice will remain unsung

An empire, an ideal prime

As old Babylon blasts higher

The wary grow older

Society withers away from innocence

All engines glowing

The man at the end smiles

A palace full of lovers and well-wishers

Persistent and relentless for peace and manna

Prejudice towards color

The love for rainbow

Up and Forward

Searching for more questions

Day after Day

We strive to define ourselves with murder

Carefully culling the rejected from the rest

The final answer to trouble is death