The Aftermath. A Poem By O.b.i

When this heart beats

and this blood flows

When the clock ticks

and the cock crows

Then will the scars heal

and the smile glow

Then will revenge kick

and surely served cold

For chaos bares order-

and the beauty of healing

Sometimes I too wonder

If the world has a meaning

Lucid Musings 1.0 By O.b.i

Owls growl at night and humans don't live forever

maybe we have been missing it for this long

Every one have different words to the bird's bicker

but the bird have found no need for a song

What business does the headless have with a hat

or the sun with a bat

So when the dots are not connecting

maybe  there is no need for that

but this specie craves complexity

and the urge to fill a gap