Death is joy
Life is bland.
So I dip my feet
in water amd sand.
I feel the waves on my toes
as they come and go.
Welcoming me happily,
washing away my sorrow.
I smell the sea
it’s essence, intoxicating my mind.
I just want freedom and
the sea has always been kind.
I keep walking towards the sea
and with water surrounding my feet and me,
I lose touch of the sand.
You who have been driven to the end of
your existence through turbulence,
through not reading maps,faces or books
you who have been driven to a near
whisker of your life preferring to live with
real twitching whiskers who read fear
and are wary
You who have known love not hate now
learn to read maps, faces and books
You who now sit in your enclave like
driftwood sweeping down endless canals
to the birth of everything.
As winter kills all fragile life
Every beautiful tender leaf
Buries the soft hopeful light
Bleeds the heart ’til it’s white
So did affection with no shame
Killed the trust with none to blame
Leaving lust no one to name
And the passion with no clear aim
Why work so hard for a blossom
If the winter will not give its blessing
The flower however lovely and pleasing
Inevitable is the death of freezing
Genre: Hurt
how come we crave for growth
yet run away from the waters
that nourish the body
and feed ourselves
with the poisonous
nightlock in the wild
like the forbidden fruit in Eden,
we were warned about
these deadly berries
slowly we let our
bones crack
eyes tear
hearts shatter
by those that seem
tasty to the eyes
by will,
we can resist
if we choose so,
but
why do we rather
beat the red light and
run towards the hazard
then
blame the good
for the bad?
this my friends,
is the very meaning
of self harm
– a thought to ponder
Summer heat
The Great Depression.
Rising wheat
Modern progression.
In an age of revolution,
Revolvers in our hands.
In an age of evolution,
We all devolve from man.
Housing booms
The Great Recession.
Fruit O’looms
Human regression.
In an age of revolution,
There were children in the streets.
In an age of evolution,
Words we cannot speak.
Corporate values
Prized possessions.
Black Fridays
Urban aggression.
An age of revolution
Revolves around the self.
An age of evolution
Acquires goods and wealth.
Oh, American Burnout—
A nation’s failing health.
I’m not the man I used to be,
The maximum I am now is just a leftover trail of what I was
yesterday,
I am a mortified past, giving life to a new version of me,
Not being yet so pure, not even ungodly and refreshed,
I am now just an altered being, modified by the past that once
determined me,
I am a new still apathetic, under constant construction, still
pale and fragile,
For my dead version punished itself in rough living and foolish
maneuvers,
Who roamed in murky stretches in singular caresses coexistence,
Where only I unfolded myself in loving embraces and courtesies,
Now, I don’t want to be good anymore when it’s not worth it,
For people my words aren’t meant for, those undeserving,
People cold and quiet in arrogance and selfishness,
I no longer want them as partners in life, they are ugly and
busy in their social laziness,
That drag on dry ground, that fatigued my tolerance,
I just got tired of everything, an exhaustion that invigorated
me and edified me to be ready,
To be willing to decipher each one, to learn to live as they
taught us,
I’m just like them, before them, I’m how I should be before
someone like me.
The day I was born, God said say hi
The moment I heard him I started my life
Then came learning a skill at 4 years old
Play golf
Mom worked hard but brother and dad were off in there own land
Mom died
Dad and brother stayed not caring and hiding me
Hiding me from people about being kind, smart,accomplished
My being couldn’t let that happen
Every look, every movement, every word I said was a blow to their hate, their hate for me and my success and not living their life they saw for me
My mom still speaks through a graduation card
Don’t give up, I never have
Now I am an accomplished actor writer musician athlete person
A real person with feelings and achievement
I look forward to a wife and kids someday
I will break free
Not you, after death,
your behavior will remain alive.
Car, bungalow, material world,
everything will here abide.
Then why hold on to the stern,
leave all false such pride.
The soul bird of your body,
will leave you, fly and glide.
My Nayantara’s are like twinkling pink dollops of joy
More beautiful in the dark.
In the sequence of falling petals
the stars peep through.
There is order in chaos.
Nothing should come in between you and your sky.
I’m going to have a little faith.
I’m going to hope that belief encompasses triumph.
I’m going to believe that in His own time, God rewards.
I’m going to strive even when it’s not destined.
I’m going to achieve even when it’s not predicted.
I’m going to know that salvation is a process.
I’m simply going to believe.
I’m going to understand that success does not always come with adulation.
I’m simply going to have a little faith in the fact that God rewards.
