Of warriors many – - - daughters – sons!
Was it not ‘yours’ – a song was sung?
Did you cherish them – spit - or shun?
Did you help - support - or leave them hung?
Too soon forgotten - simply ‘gone’ -
so many fallen - leaving One:
Stalin, Churchill, - - Napoleon,
Hussein, Grant, Harry Truman.
Bush, Hitler, Washington,
Lincoln, Roosevelt, and Genghis Khan.
Please! In your mind continue on!
Forgotten billions dead – but remembering One
Of which controlled the arrows and guns.
Scratching – Wondering – What was won . . .?
I was Born (I think) - - - ‘Confusions’ Son!
One step forward
Two step backward
Your face, your smile…
Your impulse, your fears…
With the open windows
With the music,
With the closed doors
With whispers,
Every day I wait
And I wait, with hope
Every day you call
And you call, with doubt
All the clocks
Since the beginning
Since the end
Remain confused ever!
©SriSuvro August 4’ 2024
I’m too young, I’m too old
I’m too thin, I’m too fat,
I’m too tall, I’m too small
Please base this on facts!.
This worrying mind
And it’s all mine,
Keep telling myself
It will all be fine.
I’m not sure it will?
I’m not sure it won’t?,
I’m not sure of anything
Do you agree? I don’t!!
Our World is spinning will it be out of control
Will it further infold losing it's orbital stroll
When people determine that it has no place
For damn you all will I lose political face
Threatening threats, will be all that I have
I'm blind to adhere, so no following calf
With an army being depleted, daily it's
Underestimation, my opposition now sits
Assistance of many rearming our flanks
Reinforcing to eliminate to eradicate they
For modern appreciation, we relay thanks
World War two fighting, out with their tanks
There will be no Nuclear War, not even, 3rd
For even the ludicrous know it's obsurd
The tragic of bullies that they have to be heard
That their daily clarity is somewhat so blurred.
This one is for the lady, who is efficient, who adores her family, who is skillful. This is for the lady who loses her identity, the one who looks up to mercy of her beloved.
I am tired of my kindness.
I am tired of my goodness.
I am tired of my fake smile.
I am tired of my tolerance.
I am tired of my surrender.
I am tired of my strength.
I am tired of revived hope.
I am tired of the squirm.
I am tired of the solitude.
I am tired of this shun.
I am tired of resistance.
I am tired of my wait.
I am tired of interminability.
I am tired of my rage.
I am tired of survival.
I am tired of my kill.
I am tired of incessant bleeding heart.
I am tired of treating my clipped wings.
I am tired of the journey which never ends.
How can one consider the truth, true?
When can one say what's false is false?
What if the truth is what's false and what's false is what's true?
Believe me, I am saying of the truth because I'm lying.
But am I really lying when all I speak of is the truth?
Now tell me, who is really lying and who is speaking of the truth,
The girl with skeletons in her closet or the boy who cried wolf?
Who is the liar, is it me or is it you?
What have I done to you
That you must treat me like this
Did I ever do anything to you
That you send me away
Yet u never said anything to me
What have I done to you
That u never seem happy
When I am around
Did I ever take anything from u
Yet u never said anything to me
What have I done to you
That u always run away
When u see me
Did I ever kill something u like
Yet u never said anything to me
What have I done to you
That u always seem busy
When I want to talk to u
Did I ever said anything
That u don’t like
Yet u never said anything to me
That's cute.
You really thought I would wait for you?
Your confidence is amusing.
You still do that thing,
That, "I could have you if I tried"
Lie.
But, hey, whatever helps you sleep at night.
Peace, Boo,
Because me and you,
Well, you killed that dream,
Or, rather, nightmare,
But that's a separate affair.
Right now,
I just need to let you know
That you couldn't get me back if you tried.
Goodbye.
Every day, finding myself stuck,
with thy same of thoughts.
Why cant i stop thinking of you.
In hearing your voice,
as it whispers to ear.
These thoughts cess,
i can no longer speak.
Fall in stature, thy rarest of evils.
Why cant i stop thinking of death.
In recalling your face.
Im brought back, thy catacombs
where mine demon wells.
Look towards thy horrors.
A collidascope of a hundred million
words. Just let thy confusion consume
me. Then let go.
This nameless thing, ruling over me.
Why cant i stop conjuring its name.
And, play, repeat, thy spellings of this word.
Then fall back, calling forth this monster.
Im willing you, devour who i use to be.
Thy birth name of this body, is no longer apparent
here. Just let the confusion consume
me I'll never let go.
Thy darkest of crimson coverings.
A collidascope of a hundred million
thoughts. Screaming eat me alive.
Without you i could never have
survived.
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