Revelation

With something you hear

From one’s you dear

You feel the fear

Of Revelation

Are you known well

Should you go in and tell

Or wait for long and dwell

Of this Revelation

This revelation has shamed you

Framed you, and blamed you

Nothing left to do

Hope they don’t see you

Two years at sea

Two years at sea, Where is he now
Sitting back in an crapped House

Two years at sea has left the man cold
He waits in he shack as he slowly gets older

Two years at see his family have gone away
He ponders if anyone is keen of staying

Beige woman

Look at the beige woman

Stuck in and environment of men

Thinking that she can

After judging for the ten

Sincere smile on her face

She going to go home tonight

She’ll drag a man to her place

Open up what man pictures as heaven’s light

You do not wish this

Several men to make a choice

You rather forget about the sweet kiss

And rather hear my voice

Humphead Wrasse

Twelve o'clock, time for the wrasse
Big blue hump head ocean bass
What's the verdict of the blue, oh tell us lass

I've seen beauty, I seen pain
Countless humans sink in vain
Corpses rest on the beautiful coral plain

The ocean's clam, the ocean's still
Swimming through currents at my will
Feel earth's ruptures, seabed opens and water fills

The Happening

Standing alone, Fisher king, feeling sad about everything
Just from how far he has come

Giant on rock, on his own, getting chewed on to the bone
After everything he has done

Old king of the distant land, soon be gone with his sword in hand
Never to see his love again

There little girl waiting alone, for Foster parents to take her home
Will she ever understand

The Wicked

I lie to the beastly, beast having a feast with the ones he loves least
I kick the dancer, who dances and prances front of the little weak lances
I shame the fighter who fight's in the light making him look bright for the people he beats to shite.

I the man who punishes the wicked, makes me a man who'll never be sickening

KADOEYA (what you say when something sounds stupid and you don't care).

My eyes aren't art eyes
My practice is weak
My effort are wasteful
My motive is fake

My life is meaningless
My world is fading
How do I become an artist
KADOEYA