An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
Categories:
insecurely, fantasy, future, people, planet,
Form: Free verse
I have fallen from grace
And the devil has its eyes on me
I'm left with a life to chase
And a death to only be
Time... my time however short
Can be however long on basis prior
An escape never wanting to be caught
An entrapment with freedoms in dire
As I climb in fear and disregard
I am secured insecurely within
An enriching life abound a lonesome heart
I'm getting richer and poorer it seems
Only a man I am with a few words
And a man I'm lesser without them
Everyday with only whispers heard
And yesterdays without an end
I have my eyes on the devil
To not yet have fallen from grace
I am a human on a ghostly level
With a death considering to chase
Categories:
insecurely, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.
Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night –
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply buried within delight.
Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide –
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries to hide.
Vanity consumes her visions,
devouring her foolish dreams –
succumbing to the realization,
life is not all what it seems.
What a silly, naïve child she is,
believing there’s good in all you see….
What an embarrassment to her vanity,
that silly, naïve child inside of me.
Categories:
insecurely, introspection, life, people, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes
glistening the sun
a madman's diary of a voodoo queen
a condemned language
Picking up old pieces
a new language takes shape
focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made
i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion
The same game of life
too hard to truly define
naming the similar delusions of reality
seeds of worst case scenarios
becoming mankind's own undoing
Fear itself in different forms isn't what it appears to be
insecurely abstract of futures unknown
reincarnates art a language of souls,'
the present life adds up to this point, where the past life chose for a future
that was and now is
bringing to life the reality abounding
to change the confusion once forseen
Fear of success
leaves me planning to fail
the easy way out a dead end
the delusions of mankind i have borrowed stuck in my head
looking for the way out of planetary insanity
the past and present similar life lessons
to ensure we win our own logical lottery after all
a familiar mindmaze deadlocks
Categories:
insecurely, art, introspectionlife, language, language,
Form: Free verse
When I open my eyes,
She forces them back shut,
There’s something she hides,
I know naught of what.
My anxiety grows,
My corrupt cognition,
Part of me knows,
This is my attrition.
I’m too scared to think,
Too scared of the possibilities,
That she’s on the brink,
Of revealing her hostilities.
I fear my emotions,
Are misguided at best,
Though she’s gained my devotion,
My heart she has wrest
She only wants power,
Attention from a soul,
Whether it’s something she earned,
Or something she stole.
She’s breaking my heart,
Slowly and surely,
I’m falling apart,
So insecurely.
I love her too much,
I’m becoming dependent,
But love is my crutch,
It’s become too ascendant.
I need my life back,
Regain my control,
To end my life’s wrack,
And regain what she stole.
Categories:
insecurely, girlfriend-boyfriendlove,
Form: Romanticism