Shit or Shitless

I cannot be here nor there
as if I am a chameleon busy changing colours
just to impresss or paralysed whoever comes
but my little fruit has dropped rotten in this garden.

I can no longer do anymore,exhausted
even when everything seems to be dying
as if I am just a praise singer
waiting for those to praise
when the building is crumbling to collapse despite all the noise.

I cannot possibly be dancing to their tune
if Only I could join the chorus line but Impossible
because I am a hustler of truth and nothing else
even when half the country is still sleeping.

I cannot even start thinking of tommorow
as if the "vulchers" will ever be tired of their own game
when the depend only on one thing
feeding and enjoying the sweat of others.

I dont even want to belive anymore
because our world is parasitic
we cannot deny
surely it is only the hero that will and can survive.

One More game (for the sonny side of sport)

There is one thing that keeps me smiling,
though i don't think it's funny,
sport has become part of me
that life is meaningless without it.

I spike, i ride, i kick, I throw
i run, I pass, I watched, i listen
i score i concede, we win we celebrate,
this is the passion, but there is much more.

One more game means one more chance
to prove our worth or loose our pride,
to show our support, or shout in defeat,
this is the passion, but there is much more.

This is what we do,this is our passion,
my sport, my life, I am a true fan... I LOVE THE SONNY SIDE OF SPORT

the man in the mirror

I often wonder who I see
when I look into the mirror every morning,
that face that stares back at me
like say i`m the only one in this planet.

Day after day,
I kept seeing this same face
smiling when i smile
talking when i talk
and doing everything he sees me do.

And this,I will never forget
that face keeps me company
and i will keep him smiling
because i am his reason for living