Blind Race

Blind Race

Backscratcher of the old boss
They can tell when war starts and stops
Who won
Who lost

Run for atomic weapons reinforcement
Gathering allies for interest
Blood spilled for nothing
False investment

They said it stopped
With the falling walls
I wouldn't be so sure
Their blind race lure

Race against humanity
There is not much to left
As get closer to its final lap.

Collage Art: Jaime!

Jaime!

Pedro Birkett - 19/05/2011

Collage Art: Tribute to George

Tribute to George
Pedro Birkett - 05/05/2011

Collage Art : Nothing is...

Nothing is...
Pedro Birkett - 28/04/2011

Collage Art : Thoughts of Old Me

Thoughts of Old Me
Pedro Birkett - 26/04/11
My First Collage Artwork!

Music Metaphor

Music Metaphor

The doubt about your thoughts
Is what sustains or maybe frightens me

I wish I had the power of knowing
Or the sweet sound of an note that keeps echoing
Then flows on a markable chorus...

Meanwhile time comes to split us
Just for a glance...
As a solo on a pianoless counterpoint
The quartet's dance..

Until we meet again
Rhythm accent...

To guide life
Like glissing violins
Sometimes calm and slow
Or fast and wide...

Then have our bodies aside
Sharing that same starry sky

Pleasant song...
Accomplice story...
That it's up us to write.

Self-titled

Self-titled

My life...
Split on sides
Sides that I can't handle
Choices , trails
Alter egos of my own

Sometimes
The visionary...
The worker...
The activist...
The world changer...
The bohemian...
The romantic...

Sides that summarize
And gets compiled
In soul and mind

Our lives...
Expressed on simple ruled paper sheets
Like the casuals drafts and rhapsodies...