Monthly Archives: July 2017

Broken Pixels 14 || Sonnet Parody 

Turn the lights on 

A darth Vader suit with no helmets on

These words are “easy” to step on 

if your journey is long, just ride on 

Shout out to my holographic dreams 

My obscure talent behind funny memes

It’s hard to climb with skinny jeans 

I was born to create, story of my gene

Started writing stuff when I was nine

With words my mates couldn’t define 

Asking “Geraud are you sure you are fine ?”

The answer is on my “face” not my mind 

I always stay Xtra like an Italian wine 

I hail my own sonnet, 14 broken lines 


and as always, thanks for reading… 

Stories from Letoh Ed-rial || vol 203 

Words of hope in the air, a cloud of trust and a burning feeling of comfort. My drug, my anger, my pain, my pride, all buried with passion. It’s a graveyard with no candles, no sad words, no tears to clean just the  burning desire to smile, laugh hard and enjoy the atmosphere of hope, trust and comfort. It’s hard to digest all words, it’s hard to speak with less words, it’s hard to stick around when shit hits the fan, it’s hard to say it’s hard, it’s hard…

Time flies, so we go back in time to revisit the old. Same-old-same-old, the past can’t change, we only explain things differently. I believe in time travel, the backward movement, you are aware of the events what went down, the footprints washed away by rain water, smashed by your followers erased in time. We must face the future, the uncertainty and emptiness we hold on to, the hopes and dreams we fight for tho smaller than the testament of time.

Little thinks fade away slowly, just enough to remember them when they ain’t there anymore. Eat your food, leave the balcony, close the Window, sit straight ; time is of the essence. We were created to experience, to adapt, learn, grow and “multitask”. What we want is what we may never have but what we need will come to us when we appreciate what we have. Stories from Letoh Ed-rial, the greatest of all moments, the nostalgic feeling, the reminisce. 

When I am gone, hand over these words to the young, bold and fearless. There is a place for “everyone” when “everyone” has no place. I know a lot but i also know nothing about the things I know…

…and as always thanks for reading…

Black Bold Lines 13 || Faith

Don’t stand on the blind spot

Don’t mess up that one shot

People are suffering beneath you

Trying hard to be you

Others are working hard to beat you

There is no such thing as “be you”
The you today is not the you tomorrow

We must create golds & dreams to follow

The road to dead and gone is narrow

One little mistake you get swallowed


Where I come from people appreciate

Some initiate to survive and feed their state

Where I am people don’t

Some kill to survive it’s more than initiate

All I’m saying is, make that plan

Do what you have to do to make things stand

it’s hard but who cares? few will give you a hand

Forget groupies and your shallow “boy bands”

Forget weak minds and pointless hate slang

It’s rainy season we don’t wear “shades”

Be bold, stand out, think big & let the bad vibe fade

Believe in the powers beyond and move on

This is black bold lines, code named faith


…and as always thanks for reading…



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