AuVi vs NmBs rv1

Fried chicken is the addiction of all fools.

Crispy on the outside,

Get empty caloric proteins on the inside.

That’s is the feeling I get when I know

All my mistakes gather at my brain,

And my mouth is deep fried and dried,

And succumbing to all sugar coating since last year,

I have eaten,

Then it’s a hard thing to swallow.

When the chicken is not even 

Half eaten and all pink inside.


AuVi 00.08

Some people say,

Count your blessings.

Some say,

Be positive,

Take up arms and fight the negative.


In my terms,

Nothing is as sacred as being stupidly intelligent.

Knowing how to use my own god damned mouth and pick my tongue as the

Weapon of choice,

first to be quiet,

Then to be silent.

AuVi 8b.c3

Know to know,

How to know,

Knew that a life is a world,

And the world is not ours to take,

Only to make it in an improvement

Yet we can make things,

By not losing,

Not winning,

To help is not always the answer 

Rather spend the time together

So we can unite

For a better day

Into the year that follows,

Never lose any second,

And allow foolish heavens.


WpB 0091

If it were to carry over,

That all things probable,

That some things is not possible.

I will at least put my vanity on my shoes,

I will at least show my pride that fit my socks,

And will use expectations and life’s lesson upon my sleeve,

To know all of it are pure sanctimonious, superficial and cosmetic

Designed flawlessly

And enough to know it’s just 

A mask,

But for my alter ego

To show my pure weakness,

Coz that is the strength I only know.


NsVs vup009de

You say love is,

I say define it.

You say appreciate them,

I say understand the situation

You say appreciate all there is.

All I hear,

All I can say, 

That they are,

They were…

And yes they can,

Thing is. . .

Contemplate me a commitment of,

Consistent life.

where I know my place

And time,

To know them,

And to miss them. . .

Knowing how to balance what

And who to be with and without.


WpB 0089

. . . 

Into the great beyond,

A mind is suppressed,

A soul tether and blinded

By its own mouth,

Then it begins

As the dawn speaks

Of love and devotion

Which Bacchus held

At the end of each bottle was entertained

Last of the night and late through the day.


Ns wat809

. . .

Back at the front gate

where all things

laid waste the concept

of what is 

and what was.

Did I ever see this coming,

Did I saw the future as this,

Do I care anymore.

No wonder it keeps repeating.