A birthday thought

I know not a why I was ever born
Or a why I’m still living

These thoughts I’ll always have
Been conceived the day I touched my egg
Just for being a life I never asked

I lived through simplicity
And faced difficulties
Yet, growing
And learning

I’ve caused injuries
I’ve messed around
Yet, I try to be a healer
To the diseases I spread

I recognize
The child in me
The adult I must be
The power in knowing
The healing in words
The sins behind walls
And the emptiness in men

I remember being
A life
Vanity
Today, a year
To vanity
But I strive on
Achieving vanity
And won’t give up
For vanity
Till I be a bone to flesh
And flesh to bones
Knowing another day from now 
Might be my death day too

But its my birthday now
I'll savour the moment
And breath its air
With you.

Naked

I'm bare
I'm failing
Wandering in a restless sleep
In the sea front of dead ghosts
And sheer emptiness


I should be up
I should be hearty
But the silence in my heart
Scares reasons to decay
And thoughts to ashes

An aching emptiness and
A lingering cruelty Planted in the soul
Like a growing void
Dead
Yet dying.

The Pope is weird

I help the rich
Criticise the poor
And envy the weak
I add enemies
And minus friends
I'm dedicated to playing
And a naughty at work
I crawl long distances
And use flight to the next door
I snore awake
And talk asleep
I eat water
Chew coffee
And drink bread
I bathe with shoes
And walk places barefooted
Studying at clubs
Drinking beer in classes
Peeing while walking
Meeting friends at war zones
I make out on Iroko trees
Wash in my bedroom
And sleep in tubs
I'm most handsome dressed naked
And look local in my tuxedo
My ears made my four eyes

And I am just normal, or
The Pope is weird.