Poem: Manners

" Manners "


Social manners,
what are these?


Polite formulas to keep things balanced?
Consideration for others?
To create a homogenised beings?


Business manners,
are they really?


Or just ways to derive profit?
To polite ways to take your money?
To con, cheat, deceive?


Table manners,
Why have them?


Why not, just eat?
hands, fingers, feet.
It is the same, yes?
Once inside the tummy.


Manners,
who made them?


What if,
what if we did not have them?


What if then?




Syrbastyian (Amaya)

Poem: " Softlife "

" Softlife "

Here I sit smoking a cigarette,

on the other side people are sick.

I sit drinking wine,

there people lack even water to drink.

Sitting here,

sitting in my soft life.

People die for basic needs,

die not having, what I take for granted.

Do I truly feel this,

do I really see it.

No I do not,

not in my soft life.

Syrbastyian (Amaya)

Poem: "I Know I Have Said It"

" I Know I have Said It "

I know I have said.

I know you have heard it.

A million times,

a million times,

a million and more times.

But each time is the first time.

The first time for me.

Each time it is new.

It makes my heart skip a beat.

Syrbastyian (Amaya)