Glass Vol2
Or am i really the shatterproof soundproof glass? Blocking sound so i can't hear, your rejection, your judgement towards me, switching off my connectivity level to stop feeling that you don't care! Have i crafted my own bench of despair padded with soft cushions of security and fear. Playing host to my own pity party,…afraid to step fast the line of surety and certainty. Is there really a glass, or am i it….
hope is all we have
like fools we follow, blind as sheep
silent evils we all keep
we cannot help but feel the pain
when another person goes insane
though lately no one seems to care
the pain is ours alone to bare
I notice it in every face
dying is the human race
how can I be proud to say
I am human anyway?
you care only for yourself
trying to gain the most wealth
"money makes the world go round"
isn’t that an awful sound?
poverty spreading everywhere
governments pretend to care
we know the truth is they do not
they only value what they’ve got
looking up with tears in my eyes
as the world darkens, at the cloudy skies
the day draws near
and my heart stills with fear
the question on everyone’s mind
who will die, and who's left behind
going about from day to day
wont make the reality go away
we might not live to see the end
on that alone you can depend
we try and try with all our might
but never can we win the fight
darkness consuming every light
days turning into night
we fight a battle bound to loose
this path wasn’t ours to choose
forced by those who say they care
but in the battles, they aren’t there
sitting on the throne they built
never feeling any guilt
a thousand dying every day
for us a loss, for them its play
we are bound to this dismal fate
our children growing up with hate
hope is all that will keep us alive
and hope is what we must all for strive
for even in the darkest place
hope can recognize your face
realism
you can leave me on my own,
surrounded by people, and feel alone,
you can make me cry for days,
torture me in many ways,
but im better where i stand,
on stable rocks, or sinking sand,
in a dessert on a mountain,
between rocks ill find a fountain,
im not scared to feel the rain,
to know joy you must know pain,
tiny steps to learn to walk,
you cry first bevore you talk,
today i saw beauty, stood still and only smiled,
realizing my suroundings, curious like a child,
the wind isn't strong, but it whispers in my ear,
the earths heart is breaking, on my shoulder falls a tear,
why should we be upset, when small things break our heart,
when there is a whole world around us, that is falling apart…
Memories
They can be full of laughter
Can make you cry whenever they come to you
They can change your whole life
If you dance to their chime
Could make you want to change the future
They will always be your teacher
With them you can conquer the world
just believe, trust and learn from them
They can make you sad
Fill you with endless grief
Which blows off with the help of time
Although you can never go back to change them
They can help you modify whats to come
Love and embrace them
Because they are only whats left of
The people you loved
The dreams you had which
You might be living now
The mistakes you made
Only if you learn from them
The feelings you had
The things you wanted to change
Everything that could help you to look forward
Memories will always be there
To be our daily guide
To a life we’ve always wished for
For the things that wont fool or trick us again
Never forget them because
Then you wont have a solid ground
To always stand upon…
Inspired by Pholosho
It is in Poetry where we find the truth,
In God where we find that portion of it that will set us free,
in Judgement where we find no room for The Lie.
Standing on the Edge of a Diamond fall,
Evil crawls only to peep,
for Fear is embedded in Death,
and the (D)evil afeared of G(o)od,
sends out all he has,
but it isn't enough,
for We, the Chosen, still hope,
even when demons judge us and show us the rope.
We fail Tasks… not God…
As a friend once said,"it's not failure, it's success deferred,"
coz failure happens, when we fail Life, not ourselves.
A loving thought just for you
To know love is what life
Is all about
To be in love
Is to posses something
That is beyond the reach of
Age on time…
To give love,
To experience love,
Is to be rich in the joys
That gives colour to each day
And significance to each detail
Of our lives
To share love with someone
As wonderful as you
Is to know the fullest meaning
Of what happiness can be…
I LOVE YOU
It’s just a thought
The Individual ?
Breathing air for the first time; a miracle on its own
Born into “a” world is an apparent sin
Live to be a part of a universe infinite and pure.
Individuality, attendance was poor.
Succumb to the whim of the traits that was given by the elders
Be the ones who bore you into this world…
Retaliate, SIN… for it is written somewhere in their minds that things should be just so,
No one will ever be truly happy without them around to show.
Heartache will befall on those who go against those who want to be an individual
Those who tread the path, who failed with a weak will,
Kill!!!
Killed by your own for the pure thought of individuality.
Utopia never existed in the minds of some; euphoric drones,
they succumbed to the poisonous venomous words of the fast too soon.
Forget you, will they…
No, for you were weaved with the same cloth of simple fabric that they want to show
Dance to a song of joy one day and see how they will treat the stupid idiot who felt the urge to be unstill.
To be the one who you thought you were a mystery of things unsaid and utterances were still.
By the will of those who were freed by their lust for something that they were given freely
Individuality will never be sold on a marketplaces freely.
Some Words
The strain of life had taken its toll
The screams of the innocent muffled and cold
The spirit of might have been kicked to the tar…
Forevermore ….dreams died afar
In splintered might the urge to consume
A tree of life –life learning to boom
And so it came to pass to all’s dismay
That this “new” world had already seen a new day
This day when we become lazily undone
The creed of hope shone like a sun
The urge to be part of a system of ways…
We forgot what we are the day they came.
In shadows and light we see them bloom
We forget the ones who matters so soon
It does not feel like the end of the world
The beginning of a new dawn has come to steer clear of the old and dead
We all felt we have the challenge ahead
But who can say what really lies ahead
I’ve seen a crystal ball shattered to pieces…instead.
Maybe in this shatterdness we will find our redeemed reasons….
Of truth, of love, of hate –emotion…but one things certain we will never ever predict the real reason…For why we have so many messed up seasons…
seasons of feelings wondrous and pure…to be twisted by some to befit a whore….
Treading light
Ancient cries of pain looms in the air like a serpent’s bile coagulating
Pieces of the stale air try to triangulate
Wishes in the air ..stupid as night
Gloom in the daze with a throne of marbled might
Power of the maze ..confused and pure
Mystic were the haze ..simple yet pure.
Breathing in the night ..heave …your chest burn; you swallow
Truth sets u free although you are hollow
Breaking in a sweat tender and mild
Praying for no forgiveness until a time
Time in space…infinite and there
Lies in the plains seen everywhere.
Wild wishes bestowed on anything to glass
Never to waste for all were in it to gain something to pass on.
Never to be seen on your knees,but you sometime pray
Till this day the ancient thoughts will always be our masters to this day
For we are human…meek sheep who like to be lead
Enjoying life,even sometime lead you to certain death…
Should I know?
I don’t want to know of the existence of fate
I don’t want to know of the existence of hate
Dreary eyes and heart go to sleep
For this day have been infested with pain and greed.
Should I know of the fate to befall on me for being me?
Should I know of the pain that will visit me frequently?
Why should I know of these things in life’s tribulations?
Can’t someone lie to me and say they do not exist!
Why can’t I not be part of a mass, slaughtered by life and love each and every day?
I did not know that there were signs of this “disease “ on sale for me to hearsay!
Why is this burden so heavy to carry?
Is this the pit of downtrodden eternity?
Life! What kind of trick is this on me?
Nothing did I do for something so hideous to befall on me?
I want to wish for all of this to disappear.
Life already took time to consider who will be victimised to carry this
Peace is a figment of imaginary fairies’ dust
In time and places near and far
Dissapear in a crowd of millions to claim not
knowing who you really are…