of course this is a swamp
and in it there are desert mirages too
for example the interior of the dense fog
seems to hide something threatening
every particle around groans in pain
I'm sinking here
quicksand
outside and inside me
these dull columns of resentment
these vertical hills of sorrows
I'm dying everywhere
outside and inside me
but I already anticipated this transition
in the dry and inhospitable moments
in those irregular things
the little everyday disasters
damaging the understanding of the world
decreasing complacency
preparing the necessary mental elasticity
so that this leap into the void
reflect the extreme courage of cowards
see how weird it is:
when you give up everything
and walk insolently towards what will devour you
even the sun remains indifferent
actually it just makes the fog
become more confused
brillant
sticky
almost cozy(/b>)
Oh lord of stakes,
See how you have fallen;
For you had treaded
Insolently on hapless masses;
Calling a beautiful country your own;
It's people your personal property.
See now how the people
Suffered at your hands;
Visit the graves and witness
The infants and adults
Who died because of strife
And lack of healthcare;
Their lives could have been saved.
You had become a burden sore,
On a peaceful people;
Rendered them paupers of the streets.
Pharaoh drowned with his soldiers;
You drowned on your own,
In a sea of people resolute
To show you their loathe of years on years.
Pharaoh is turning weeping in his grave;
You broke his record of staking
Over people's lives.
Come to think of it,
Not even a tear was dropped over you.
you have many personalities inside your head
face full of lead but I'm still not dead
I need love I need you I
I am no more than a blade of grass
no more than a shell
cast out of the sea
no more
than a bird
in migrant flight
nor am I less
than a star whose light
penetrates infinity
yet last night
When a half spent moon
Lay on the bosom of heaven
And day's heat pressed down
The sides of mountain peaks
To squeeze the desert floor,
And all the world was weariness
Which the stars wept to see,
Boldly
A desert songster
Insolently free, joyously
Lifted melody
To the moon, and teasing a breeze
Into cooling the night
And drifting the yucca's perfume
Bringing heart's ease to me
Wafts, wefts of hopes, tangled
in life’s ribbons, all are clichés,
first date kisses; cowardly stolen,
diluted to colourless yarn.
Into myself;
Lawn of memories, dandelion bloom littered
insolently demanding attention.
Coat of bravado,
threadbare and excuses bleached;
yet comfortable.
No need to tie complimentary bows
to slip-on friends,
who are but existences hollow echoes.
They are broken bottles, discarded,
empty of substance.
I plagiarize hearts sorrow,
stitch it to coat-sleeve bravado.
Promises weaved into romances web,
until lies are love-bite branded.
My life; esoteric,
fashioned from second-hand words
lip-read from B-movies.
I look into my heart,
Hear emptiness echo
and can only marvel at how
loud my voice seems.
We're constantly eagering to know what's
like being trusted,loved and
being understood so honestly and humanly:
but we stupidly shun
the presence of certain doubts
that cast a shadow on
our unpleasant realities!
Are there consequences resulting from ignorance?...
Will they turn into awareness,
or complete madness?
Those questions become so seriously antagonistic,
that we get discouraged to go
ahead,and plan a future so absent of failures;
but like very foolish people:
unnoticing their silly acts,
we blindly give our sympathies away with selfishness...
in the hope of getting them back!
How greedy and perfidious some hearts can be,Lord!
But would it really matter to us,
if we only gave
and wouldn't receive
a thing for showing generosity?
No, don't pay attention
to what others insolently
say,or unrightly believe:
but let them truly see
your unconditional compassion...
like you image of humanity!
How comforting and gratifying is
righteousness,based on truth,Lord!
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