accoustic rhetorics

no comment,
life is high five,
no regrets,
better be nice and satisfied.

people make you mad,
but you can smile then sad,
for life should be nice,
otherwise is no kind.

life is bright,
even the sun doesn’t rise,
for the sun never sleep,
only shines at different side.

desire makes you worry,
black and white makes things boring,
for life should be funny,
so live now for peace and prosperity.

we live with a calendar to die,
so life should be well organized,
fill everyday with laughter by your side,
pleasure is not to be petrified.

the death of philosophy(monologue)

live now, yesterday is dead, tomorrow not yet alive,

pleasure of being wise is eat, sleep and play but pain is otherwise, ,

when you lost the sense of humor, you lost the sense for turmoil,

mountain of opinions block the view,

truth and lies are something for nothing nice,

hopes are wishes that not yet arrived.

you make me smile,

sunshine is now mine,

everything will be alright,

you are by my side.

take my hand and we fly,

to where love is kind,

the land where stars shine,

through day and night.

sleeping while awake,

i see the smiling eyes,
rest on your face,
so familiar to disguise,
only if love could taste.

i am falling,
because i raise to see,
the reason in making,
because you are my deep blue sea.

can’t have you,
but i want you,
you push me away,
but ‘too late’ i say.

what can i do?
to have your love in peace,
pain is overdosed,
feeling my mind in pieces.

can’t love you,
for it hurts me badly,
don’t want to leave you,
coz it makes me crazy.

goodbye my love,
but love is too good to come by,
farewell my love,
but wish you knew i am just nearby.

why….Only if the sky is mine,
cry….If only you could be mine,
Lie….Never cross my mind,
Die….For it will rest my mind?

seek no vain,
pain is the weakness,
pleasure is the gain,
but no strength in its emptiness.

desire begins with no ends,
passion is the vision with no sense,
affection acts without cause and affect,
for pleasure you gain more pain than respect.

intellectual mind have no friends,
for the vain gains no hands,
pleasure for the soul worth no lands,
solitary is the peace of no mind to comprehend.

laughter is wise,
for otherwise nothing is nice,
pain has no humor in mind,
pleasure gains where silly lies.

philosophy is a heavy offense,
right or wrong has no ends,
only to find others in revenge,
individualism is the pleasure in painful defense.

so now let’s examine,
for act of life is living in action,
pleasure is as absurd as Garfield in making,
pain is the gain of silly Seinfeld’s collection. 

thunderstorm,

pale of the sunny face,

darkness in place,

hopes and wishes but cant’ play,

moody sky rains but sees no way,

people play hard to get,

but see no wrong on the funny weight at sight,

til the laughter pokes and burst into filthy wet,

for what gotten into them is harder then being right.