Reputation

Words can be weapons
lies can be told
love can be faked
life can be sold
Nothing is flawless
do as I told
always be proper
do not raise your voice
someone can hear
perhaps a foe
what careless has been said
turn it on your fall
whispering neighbors
a name in the mud
Every strategic move
to rise and shine
to be loved and praised
in a little world of fake.

Black suit

Day by day a black suit
nothing special, only to blend
into the crowd of nameless souls
rushing in every direction
climbing to the top
the routine has begon
the drill of having the work done
payment at the end of the month
back and forward
endless time
Numb and faceless
a black suit climbs the hill
day by day
to have a weekend  face
succeed in the race
win his bread

so he said.

Empty

Sad eyes that tell too much
heavy concience , tired memory
empty words
life in the rush
hours of work
travel hours
endless days of just existing
breathing in and out
numb and unsatisfied
slaving routine
unpleasing people
 boredom of days
same as yesterday
same as tomorrow
same as next week.