People often say, “There’s only one love you’d kill for,
and if you’re lucky enough, a kind one to get you killed.”
But as I focused more on people’s way of loving,
I knew they’d get killed for loving too hard,
but when you stayed with me;
it only made me kill my thoughts
of your words being overly kind
which killed the romance you, my darling, and I had.
It is strange!
How friends become foes
Want to know why?
Nobody knows!
In this hard world,
Everything’s queer
Life is nothing but
A rivalry here!
You have to run,
Compete with mates,
And ‘course, betrays,
That is your fate .
Wherever you go
Whoever you meet,
Jealousy and hate
Beside your seat.
Over there, those
Praising you high,
Those very ones would
Like to see you cry.
Welcome to TRUTH,
Meet your ‘chums’!
Who’ll do anything
But share their sums.
There’s no time to
Listen to the heart,
Nor is there need,
‘Cause it will surely hurt.
Listen to the brain
You’ll find a way —
Be a good guy
And pray, don’t go astray!
Thousands of thoughts in mind
But
Still nothing to speak
So many wounds in heart
But nothing to heal
A lot of things to see
But
Still nothing to feel
Everything is going on
But
Nothing on the right route
So many regrets to take
But
Nothing to loss
A lot of things in front
But
Still nothing to choose
Thousands, a lot, many reasons to leave
But
Where is peace?
Where is peace?
It hit me hard harder than the truth ever does
I am seen as a prodigy when I do what everyone else does
If I had known this earlier I would have tried to become one too
A people pleaser, an over achiever
A person whose dreams were seen as reality, dreams that fit reality
But I choose not to be that way
I choose to sticking with the illusion over reality
Because it makes me feel more real and alive
I see the moon
A soft cast of white,
An ocean of love,
I come back to life
Chill down my spine
The moon becomes mine
Are we destined to be?
An impossible love perhaps
I’ll melt with the stars
Next to it shall be
a hidden love in the darkness,
I must be under a spell
For I am drawn to it like magic!
One look and I’m lost
What could I imagine?
Were we linked in the past?
Now, my muse, you have become
In love with the moon?
Of course, how could I not ?
Humanity dawns
The people are ruled
But there are the people who reign
Who crave power—
It is what restrains the ruled
Suppression is an investment
For the nation’s growth
Or is it?
The beginning of an end
The process of elimination
Of fellow men or not
As his position becomes more potent
No longer do the people work for the country
It is him and only him, centered upon
It is him, and only him who is valid
His words are carried out
And the words carry the people
The words are to be esteemed
The words are strong
Indoctrination.
They infect
Propaganda.
Finalization of his position
Finalization of authority
He has absolute control
But as greed propels him
He seizes the opportunities
His nation grows
His nation is full
But continues to consume
To the point where she is sick
And so is everyone else
Given a point where it can no longer sustain
Its inside roaring, ready to implode
Snap—as it tumbles down
The collapse of skyscraper scaffoldings
Humanity dawns
The people are ruled
But there are the people who reign
Who crave power—
They rise into position
And vigorously devour once more
The Dictator.
Gallop, gallop, and up the mound
His fellow men are on the ground
Fear shall not, but the tears he’s got
What has he got, his men are shot!
Advance! Advance! Don’t miss the chance!
So gamble forth, the game of chance
The losses, the losses, why more?
Forgot the oath that he once swore
His saber that once shined so bright
Now where’s the sword that had thy might?
The mournful deaths are here to stay
As seconds pass, troops astray
Shining in the sunlight, sits cold by night
Beauty by sight, but warmth is not right
Descending from the heavens above
In appearance of a small white dove
The dizzy blur that obstructs your vision
Inconsistent chaos like static in a television
Outline the edge of the world
Divine aura as they twirl
I sit in silence by the windowsill, reminiscing
Of the times I waited for this wicked-angel to arrive
As the boy returned from the village,
The wear in his body was visible.
The bones in him were trembling,
And his bones were weak and feeble.
And once he’d reached his limit,
He’d collapsed as though made of cards.
With his supper flying about,
And his body hitting the ground hard.
His brain trying to retrieve the items,
His body failing to do so.
Him lying on his back,
Too frail to sit up.
As he looks up at the glimmering sky,
At the clouds dancing,
He pictures different shapes and creatures,
“And that one’s like a horse prancing!”
Before he could blink it had already turned night,
And yet he was still enjoying himself,
Lying beneath the stars,
“Those look like… a shelf?”
Hours passed, his body still aching,
His fabric of reality getting folded.
Through the rock and stone,
He’s found the gold.