My heart speaks within my being
Reminiscing; it's an old man thing...

When they going to find a pill, to cure
Ignorance, stupidly and conspiracies theory...

The crucifixion, symbol of horror and hope
It changed the world...

Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

Puppet moves; rap breaking a dance
Wiggling gyrating and synthesizers...

do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...

There is this independent part of me
That can never quite grow old...

Skipping about, surfing the synapse, sparking...
Fanciful thoughts, philosophical thoughts...

If it is wrong, don’t do it
But they do it...

Pack in the metaphors which every way you like
Cram the sentence with profound statements...

Writing poetry is a response to sensitivity.
Feelings related to emotions with intensity...

The dilemma before me is intense.
What is the space between the grains...