Killing mountains but how



Biting mountain
Breaking
myself my
biases.


How tough.
Miserable,
stupidity.
I am
working on
myself.
Hope you
won’t
disgrace.


My spects
are more than
a million.
My upbringing
my neighbors
friends,foes.


They each
have given
their favorite
specs.
I had to
keep them.
my air is
polluted
am not
myself.
my identity
matters
to me.

The lunatic the angel

The black and the white inside

The devil

you
call
the crimes you
commit
the labels we
put
neat and clean.


I wish you
we’re right.
Well, to put
it another way,
there is no
white or black
in this cursed
land,
Homosapiens

we are.


there are angels
crooked snake
inside
can you mark
this or that?


inside me
lives a moron
inside us
lives both
saint and
poisonous reptile.



Today you are
this, next
moment that.

Who knows what!?

©Titus Vargis.

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