the way of the world
We are all born alike,
created in love, conceived as a blessing.
But the hatred of the world usurps our beauty
leaving lustful, voluptuous, vultures
in our stead.
Is the love we receive a gift out of truth?
Or does obligation slip resent into play?
Mother loves her baby
Groom loves his bride
I question these bonds:
for mankind’s too naive
Life is a downward spiral to death.
Starting strongly in love,
growing first- before waning
leaving space for time to take it’s course.
And hatred feasts n the ageing souls
who’s love has been spent.
Such, is the way of the world
Love Redifined
Break down the wall,
And let the river flow free!
Our river of rebellion or love.
Muster all your strength
To feed our cause!
Or cause of love or rebellion.
Cut down those who stand,
In the way of our goal!
Our goal of rebellion or love.
Blessed be those –
Who raise our flag!
Our flag of love or rebellion.
Let the heretic die, for:
He who doesn’t love cannot be a rebel!
He who doesn’t think cannot ever love!
He who is rebellious is surely one thinks,
So he who says he loves surely is a rebel!
(Dis)Comfort Zones
Washed out t-shirts and the smell of cigarettes.
So many other s have stood on these stairs.
Their troubles beyond my comprehension.
Consumed only in my own.
Ripped clothes and the smell of beer.
So many stand around me.
Their experience in the music,
so much different than mine
Formal suits and the smell of cofee.
Browsing over today’s agenda.
Their achievments,
so far above mine.
Everyday clothes, and no particular smell.
People with common intrest surround me.
Their feelings and emotions,
still different from mine.
Youth
As I look upon these fields of death,
all controlled by a simple drug,
it has killed the women and the children
after doing away with their loathsome men!
Using happiness as a front
it slowly eats away their eyes.
Yes, it takes the twinkle out of their eyes,
that spark of bright young happiness.
It attacks from all around, and has been classed
in the class of “not so bad”.
But as I stand, and as I stare
I know its equally unfair.
Final Ballad
The one thing that I thought I had,
was raped!
Was taken!
But without intent to cause me pain!
Oblivious to the truth that my-
one grey talent does not belong to me!
Revealed to be what I knew it was all along:
Useless, shamefull, worthless scribblings.
Not worthy of a child!
Irony-
I am but a child.
Unable to grow, in the way I wish to.
To Grow to my ultimate enlitenment!
To Strive to what I want to achieve!
Pretencious-
Denying what they all can guess,
denying what I know.
That all has been a waste of time.
Where to now with me?…
When I see your face again,
I don’t know what Ill do!
Probably turn and run away…
something I always do!
Life’s sweetest emotion has been ripped away,
by the one who never intended so.
Life will show you a picture,
but the caption will be blurred.
Too advanced for a human eye,
to grasp the meaning of it all.
Life Lies!
Life Steals!
Life has kicked me a finishing blow!
“Why?”
“O! Why” I cry!
Must of all that you could take…
Why did it have to be my words?
I am now at a loss.
For my love.
my words.
my world.
It is now all just an inexplicable feeling within me.
Humble Praise
I cannot take you to the ends of the earth,
but to the edges of immagination,
we may sweetly drift.
I’ll show you not the greatest,
nor the biggest river,
but the shy mountain stream,
where so much more is hidden.
To the peak of the highest mountain,
we venture not.
But I’ll show you a hill…
With the humblest of views
over the lolling vallies below.
The moon it is too far away.
The stars are further still.
But flowers of the ordinary kind,
I can give to you any day.
I know not how to build for you
a castle in the countryside.
But I’ll hold you safely here with me,
untill the life has left
