Change it!

This is dedicated to my God, to my Lord, to my beloved Mozart.





When reality explodes right in your face,

there is not much you can do, hesitate,

“change it”, they said…

“change, change, change,

just do it!”

and I was like “Damn,

these people crazy?”

I did not understand the propose of that phrase,

I was stuck in a stage,

I did not play, I did not pray either,

I was looking at the asses,

I did not care, nor did I change,

only Zette revived my days

with his dammit music of hell,

the Mozart of today,

the Lord of the blaze,

“change it”, they said…

“change, change, change,

just do it!”

and I was like “Damn,

these people crazy?”

the God of the Z Gen,

who s that, again?


that’s called competing,

D1 Athlete from the US,

jumping right at their faces,

becoming the bests of the conference,

“We re not fucking getting out of here

till soma you give me an answer,

what did just happen?!”

we don’t have it.

We just spitting water from the eyes.

Im just listening to my mind,

laughing out loud about bastards.

Everything is a mess,

They are repressed, so am I,

just listening to Zette,

the gaze reaches the way out just in case,

I am afraid, so are they,

raining water from the eyes,

trembling in the tight chairs,

lift the heads that are not high!

so we reach the sky or death

I am not alive today,

so I ll just lie down listen to Zette,

“change it”, they said…

“change, change, change,

just do it!”

and I was like “Damn,

these people crazy?

but they didn't know I also lied,

phony and faking,

I am shaking when I should fight,

but that is not a lie,

I was suffering and wasn’t fine,

alright…but I was, cause I did not care,

this is zette and his game,

this is the time to stay,

he has the appeal of the grey,

the beat that chase the prey,

meat hunted by the stare,

Zette is the only one here that plays,

“Do not change it”, I said Zette…

Don’t change, don’t change, don't change,

And I was like“damn,

Shal them be crazy, instead?”.

 

I really like the brashness in this poem, reaming with ideas and images worth reading. I can see your thoughts were carefully selected and designed to continue a union of the words. Keep up the great work and I even if English is not your native language it is admirable to take a leap into something unknown.

XOXOXO

 

A few grammatical errors on propose, some others may not be on purpose

 

as long as you are not as sensitive as some others some place near here... you will be my kind of poet.

 

You ll have to read me to find out whether I am your type of poet or not.

 

yes... same here...