Seeds

Demons. Oceans. Dreams. Cage.

Those who play for applause have never really played.

Kingdoms. Sirens. Concrete. Fiction.

Dare to fight to materialise that impossible utopian vision.

Cravings. Flings. Chocolate. Desires.

May the clenched fist be raised to keep raging the burning fire.

For this fire burns…

…the cult of personality.

Miseria Cantare. The smiling tragedy.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?

In my final journey, I fight for the cause.

For the epitaph should read a loving son, brother, husband and father.

The one unbowed head in the headless sea of bigots.

Serving without expectations; for the birth of applause is death of the cause.

Forever on the quest to be unchanged in victory and defeat

Bricks. Coffee. Solitude. Seeds.