Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
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Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
Life keeps pushing further into the year. The sun is consistent. Are we? Humans inhabiting the earth. Are we consistent in keeping this earth from dying or are we consistent in destroying this very earth?
I have three animals within me: a sheep, a tiger and a demon. All three make me who I am. All I need to function as a full fleshed human. Every emotions I give to these three and they consume.
I choose to remain silent on this issue. The anger continues to sip into me, like a lake flowing into an ocean, I see the red rising everyday as I continue to maneuver this life. Night time is the hardest time for me during the given 24 because nightmares do exist and it becomes more scarier with my eyes wide open and then the demons come. During the day, I wear a mask, to keep the darkness at bay with the light either from the sun ray or the blue cloud. That’s why I hate the shit out of winter.
I have to write this darkness out for my sanity.
There are ever several things one could say about the idea of losing hope. The main point I will focus on is the decay that comes.
Beats and bombs lament this world
In depths of pain
encrusted with insignia of war
children born lacking innocence
Believe me,
pain and despair, all for new souls
nothing left but depths of pain
encrusted to this bible called the internet
..
We, children always born without hope
Just hopeless, believe me
Like worms in belly
unknown to me
This war you bring tears me up
gun shells leaving my wells dry
Gradually, slowly
until starvation and famine
finally eats me up
Another child of the drone
lost to the silence of a dying world.
Like twisted arrow
I seek a reversal
Acting like new never made me better
In sync with the manic of nature
I act like I’m told
Watched my devil violin
Singing along, I caught myself
Stop,
stop it!
Just saw my family tree
Just seen my spirit line
Made me smile
Made cry
Knowing my blood flowed
Like a twisted sense of humor
I know my creator watched me run in circle
Morning come
Money go
Honey,
Run!
I had severe warnings
from childhood memories,
to the dealings of the world
Eyes bleeding
stoned by a friend
I had severe warnings
Money snatched
Tricked by another
Severe warnings
Life was singing to me
Calling in, ringing in
Refusing to listen
I plugged into aloof
Myself only
The world was me
Until it wasn’t
It’s a table for all
More than twelve ordained
Every order gets left behind
When the world moves
Truth become lies
When the priests forgets time
Masses get caught between
The snake and bull
The virgin and the herdsmen
Her Energy depleting
Sapped
Slapped
Tapped
Sucked
Her energy rising
From where?
Maybe
the Unborn
And her living dead
His mind was gone
Sitting or standing
Alternating
between gravity and falling
An imbalance
I saw the blood stains plastered on his brown pants
Tethered black jacket
Knuckles white glistening
As he stood up
I knew this was not his exit
Yet, he got up
Wobbled to the large front doors
Got close
Then his feet failed
Slowly, he swayed back
into a bed of water
Or I think
Coz remember his mind was gone
Sitting or standing
Alternating
between here and some other place in my memory
In my heart, I hear the beat
The final word
An end, I must tell you
Yet when I’m close
I have no words
to connect, to combine
My own fear, keeping me safe
I must assume
The hurt, the memories
Circumvents to a past story
.
The early rain, hail storm sweeping
drowned our young love
Before we picked up for safety
flood emergency!
Both swirling down into the dam
..
My eyes circling, spinning
never holding onto the truth
…
I move an inch
another false start
Lies, I tell you
Sweet bytes, you reply
Tell me more, I sing
Tell me many more, you harmonize
Healing we can attain
through body resistance
Heat perspiration, we agree
After friction, summer heat
Passages and ridges
Satisfaction never reaching the port
Another fight ensues
….
Now tell me how do we build back?
Our foundation rocked by passing air
I take account to my many bad ways
ways: cold and closed
Those parts I never gave out
Stuck, hoping I forget
though I must move on now
From this tale that ended too soon
Write what you know
All that you learnt
You drop
Extra weight, unneeded
Now you are here
The lines don’t drag
I see lineage
In tongue, skin, dance
Leaves, water
Oral songs
passed through generations
Clear history
One never pondering
One accepting
Stretch out your hands
and keep going
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