Poems, poems, poems...

The first to gain,
the second to reign,
the third for a master,
the rest ode to disaster.

To read
to write
to love
to fight

you need beers,
you need heart
you need a human
to kill the shark
to feed your wrath

Fill the paper with words
words of your own brain sand
resonate to the astral sequence
read the stars and hear your brothers

You need cars
you need luxury
you need friends
you need creativity

Until death takes you in his chariot
think of what you leave behind
a rotten corpse full of gold and money
or a shovel filled with books to be read

Poems, poems, poems, poems
fire, water, soil, air

Resonate with the astral sequence
ask yourself for guidance
and words will be quick
coming out of nowhere
bringing you inside....

Inside the palace of property.....