Beat the Odds

The deal is done, and snow has fallen.
I am but one, and horse that’s hauling.
The mud, the sleek, all thanks the snow.
The wooden shoes don’t help at all.

The road ahead, looks dim and sad.
My thought on that, oh well, that’s that.
The time for dreams has gone and passed.
My providence is but a forlorn path.

The laymen of the countryside,
Can’t help but notice my demise.
They watch as eyes get soaking wet.
They know what’s coming up ahead.

The road before was tough as nails,
It brought me to my knees.
Reduced to hauling ghastly hay,
My life has forced me to dismay.

My wagon is going up a lofty hill.
The weary horse is going still.
I am myself a dying breed.
I work for living, that’s my creed.

I will forsake the giving hand.
Forget the countryside, its weeping laymen.
I’ll find myself once yet again.
I’ll beat the odds, I’ll be a man.

Happy Birthday, Lucky Bastards

What Midnight Light,
What Sound of Casino,
What beauty of the modern Eye,
Las Vegas Strip, one wants to die.

It takes few Master Pimps,
Some Drinks, Some Good Food,
Suit case of money,
Oh this feels good.

I bet on red,
That is why I am sad,
These guys are better,
They bet much greater.

They are BJ professors,
They are Blue Label or better,
They are get rich or die trying,
They are 8 Mile.

So this weekend,
In the Encore Vegas,
There will be two birthday Pimps,
Getting happy or better.

They will be feasting
Get wasted and fucking,
We will all be here,
And we gonna like it, AIT!

Who am I

That open corner,
How crave thee,
On Monday morning,
When life begins,

He slowly, creeps
He jokes, He dances, He parades
Those who are watching,
Stand and crave

That open corner,
Has his name,
But he who dances,
Loose the aim

Those who are trying,
Get the boot,
Those who are lying,
Never loose,

I often wonder,
Is it true?
That Every corner,
Misses you.

Only the smart,
follow the pavement,
only to find
Pothole filled with anger

Those who are stupid,
Never loose,
Those who are angry,
Get the boot

That makes me, what?
A pig? An ass? A Jork?
 Who doesn’t ever
Know whats best?

One thing is clear,
We are here to stay,
What ever happens,
Obama pays.

Awakening

Delighted by the presence,
Of something that is new.
I wonder if it’s possible,
To feel as if I’m two.

No, I am no fool,
I know the deal.
The deal to forget,
To feel.

When was the last time,
you were true?
No, not to me,
But to the inner you.

The day we closed our eyes,
The day we went to sleep,
The day that dreams,
Could only make us weep.

Good news,
Awakening is coming.
Just focus for a glimpse,
Of each and every day.

In it you’ll find,
What you have missed for years.
The cheerfulness,
That made you play.