The Story of a Marketing Lunatic

Albert Dock, Liverpool To whom a single word I've spoken, And promises I've broken. And whoever set the child in me free. Hopefully, he's still alive in me. If you don't have mistakes to regret - Life's mystery you haven't met. And if you're looking for a friend, Albert Dock is where our day might end. Her hand and mine, young and free - Tight together they will be. "Sky of blue, sea of green in our little yellow submarine." Haroldas Poderskis 2018 Untitled Albert Dock, Liverpool

When reading "The God Delusion", the ghosts disappear, Shallow inches of doubt become bright and sincere. Makes you jump a bit higher and notice, The distortion of light, so mild and focused, Presents you a truth, seen only as wicked and punished. Eager young eyes feasting on letters, Turning dim stars into close helpers. Dashing through miles of courageous statements, Mind is becoming free and relentless. Rust induced cracks on medieval chains gather - Through the years they will hopefully shatter. Will it deny the illusion of ages, And replace it with something greater than ancient myths of sages? Pluck the flowers from your restraints, Save the chains for someone who doesn't doubt slaves. Raise your voice against repetition, Fight for freedom and mock all superstition. A pen for the blind, A rock for the wise: It is how this illusion grew to be so powerful and sly, And the death of potential makes my soul cry. Harolda...