Staring down your enemy, conquering your fear,
Shadowed by death, by cruelty and despair.
The sight before you; is the same as before,
Walking alone, down the same dark corridor.
The beauty of the world is reticent to your eyes,
Your worst nightmares are reality; you NOW realize.
Dazed and confused, you make for the tunnels end,
Only to find you’re at the beginning AGAIN.
Again and again, you charge towards the light,
It floats far ahead in the tunnel, just within your sight.
Screaming out in frustration, you drop to your knees,
A deaf world catches your voice and ignores your pleas.
Waking from THE dream? Your reality anew,
Nothing goes as planned, no matter what you do.
Dazed and confused, noticing your life has passed you by,
Left with nothing but the desire to fall down AND cry.
The tears won’t come; your eyes ARE dry and cold,
Inside your heart; YOUR spirit scrambles for a hold.
With a sigh of surrender, you smile one last time,
You shed one tear only, as you close out this rhyme…
superlative in wrath as one who avenges nemeses
sometimes a man out of hate is subsumed in sounds
propagating the use of onomatopoeias
stomping slapping and gerunding
the ancient and eternal anachronism
of what is now in the cocoon and now is in larva
and what is this painful scream eroding the deaf world...
this man
this insect
the rare element that rubs its stems
swirls in the air and like a plume of lead
falls too mature in this life of less.
in wrath he utters the sounds of this holocaust.
he yearns and desires the cataclysm
so if a big earthquake breaks the plates
there is a breakdown in gravity
and the shaft rebalances the glasses in the bars
and the transit of capitals,
the lines of cars naturally reborn
and it's on the oil-splattered roads
where men test the speed of their anguish
and while the sun illuminates what he doesn't even know
that man silences his anger
chewing and swallowing the gerunds once more.
Her dreams are scissored
Her hopes are shattered
She groans to a deaf world
Her ears are swamped with words
She's stuck with the bed
While her peers are paging through the future
She is a burden, oh !!!she is nuisance ..
She sometimes dust her self off
Yet can't find the ground to put her feet
It robs her of her joy
She goes through life with a soft mind ,yet cold heart
She sometimes hates the gender
And all she has is herself...
Teenager, protect your future
Teenager, don't murder your heart prematurely
Teenager, protect your future
Teenager, don't be your monster
Society, let's protect their future
Teenage pregnancy is an enemy, not to teenagers, but society...
Stand your ground,
Let no one push you to the ground.
Somewhere in the sun
Is reserved for those with gun.
Let us not procrastinate,
For tomorrow may be too late.
Let it happen today
That which is slated for the next day.
Stand your ground, hear the trumpets sound,
Fear disappears where courage abound;
We are men of fate
And we have resolved to change our fate.
We are on a quest
To assuage out thirst,
To reclaim our lost future -
Of which we are no more sure.
We are youths on rampage!
Since the elders won't respect their age,
We'll maim and murder
Whoever stands on our way; father or mother
There are many ends to this race of life;
Whether by the gun or by the knife,
And we would rather die trying
Than die without fighting.
Only a deaf world blinds its eyes
To her youth's war cries.
A SOUL WITH SCARS ....
I'm a soul with thousands of scars..
each scar narrates a story ,a story, that tells "I'm still alive "...
a story that reminds me of a scar smeared past ...
a story that takes me to the time when i was just surrounded by darkness..
a story which narrates me my life...
a story which makes me wonder about my loved ones..
i was made unlovable by people i loved....
a story through which i realise that I've been pushed into hell by people who once showed me heaven ..
a story that tells me ,I've turned grey due to people who once said they are a silver lining to my dark cloud...
a story which tells,people who once used to be my breathings ,now suffocated me
a story which turned me red...
a story which introduced me to demonic world..
a story which is still pulling me down..
a story that's still willing to destroy me..
a story which is still pushing me into coldness ...
a story that's reminding me of this heartless world...
a story full of unspoken truths..
a story that has a lot to say .,to this deaf world ..
a story which reminds me of my soul with scars
6 april 2018
I am caterpillar of the world
fat, jittery, itchy and feared
I have eaten all green leaves
crops, grass, foliage I chew
Wasteland weeps behind me
people curse wherever I go
but they have no business
interfering with my dining gardens
Things they claim are theirs
the rain my loyal servant
tells me it is still held up
beyond the skies
This makes me extra happy
let the deaf world shudder
Let the caterpillar be great
whether hated or loved I am
Throbbing
Hurting
Aching
Liking
Craving
Longing
Stinging
Yearning
Bidding
Desire
Fire
Worry
Agony
Misery
Entreaty
Soreness
Will
Thrill
Plea
You
Me
“God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world”
C.S. Lewis
You and me
Such a divine sound in a deaf world
Where not a soul is left to whisper a word
Its been ages since I’ve felt the sun on my face
Is there a sun?
Hard to tell in such a dark place
Where the air is thin
And the walls are closing in
Comforted by hopelessness and hopelessness alone
You and me, just a thought lost long ago.
You and me
Haha brings a smile on these cement lips
And yet tears at the seams of former rips
Easily torn, in a place that’s made me far from strong
You and me, smiles don’t last long.
You and me
Forgotten who we are
Yet we still remember these old scars
I know where im at but I still feel lost
You and me, such a hopeless cause.
You and me
The only thing left
The only thing I’ve always kept
The only thing that stands when everything else bends
The only thing yet to end.
So wipe those tears, don’t let them see you cry
You and me, we’ll be alright
We always do last the night.
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