So many lives destroyed by greed.
Too many hungry mouths to feed.
The rich blame the poor for being lazy and feckless.
The poor blame the rich for being greedy and reckless.
The wealthiest hide funds in offshore accounts
The poor must work harder for meagre amounts.
People are divided so the markets may prosper.
Whilst queues at foodbanks continue to grow longer
Refugees escape from terror and wars.
Dreaming of landing on welcoming shores.
Condemned by the establishment, who don’t want them stay.
Yet happily spend all the taxes they pay.
Governments are chosen by media manipulation.
Then fight their cause with enhanced reputations.
Our press is controlled by the wealthiest few.
So, who really decides what we see in the news?
These are political issues, but many don't care.
Yet the wealth divide remains massively unfair.
Too many believe there’s no other choice.
So, stand up and be heard, coz we all have a voice.
You think weakness admits its flaws
that’s why you don’t correct yours
attempting progress stuck on pause
back towards the done befores
Destined by the lack of vision
superstition on a mission
when the intellect is missing
say your prayers keep on wishing
But you don’t hit your enemy
never where they’re meant to be
frustrated repeatedly
mirror mirror can you see?
'It takes one to know one', so they do state,
but that won't take you far,
as we're never told exactly who these 'they' are.
'It's not what you know, it's who you know',
so the saying goes,
but the devil is in the details,
and I say, 'It's what you know about whom you know,'
which really goes to show,
whomsoever holds the power prevails.
'You have to give them what they want', so it is said,
but that only adds to my pique,
as I know not those 'them' of whom they speak.
Some may say 'I have an axe to grind',
but that's neither here nor there,
as I take issue with; 'they', 'who' and 'them' unknown,
yes it's my cross to bear.
It’s always what I say,
It boils down to what I sow.
get me off speaker
tweaking out my destiny, they trying to know.
Push the issue we ain’t cuff,
You got me pushing all this dope,
Popping out at the mouth,
My pockets chunky, tweaking hold your tone.
Crazy, feeling lazy,
Wish for me to crash out.
Busy bone switch after our freaking history,
Like we was back in school.
You needed someone to get over me
I did it on my own.
Cut me off, you think I’ll bleed it out?
I’ll turn you to a song.
Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
Feeling get old
At the sunset
Won young at me.
Perseverance
Feed the body
To be strong.
Still some say
Obese issue
Life's threatening.
Admiration
Superfluous now
Wearing skirt.
Never cheat someone
Think not how foolish one is
Never trust to much.
Let the fall of your habits come while the windows are down,
Let the fall of your memories come in this tremendous town,
Let the fall of your appetite arrive until it is not deserved,
Let the winter come when you have not truly lived anymore.
Let the snow roll over in your dreams,
When the door was open, you were in false fallacies,
Let your little shadow cast on me,
I never took your appearance leaning on me.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Bury until you are falsely clean,
Bury all the pictures and candid acclaim,
Bury our existence until we are buried in our graves.
You were a tiny dragon,
I was looking for a pure pigeon,
While you used to breathe on my shoulder,
I was counting on your deathbed wishes.
Until your last wish, I am only mine,
Could never be your candid appetite.
I am used to being my own paradise,
Where fall lasts only two months.
The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face,
The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace.
The way you want to lean on my race,
The sacred passion gives me a new space.
The only path I have seen,
One and only desire you could have been,
One and only proportion you own for the time being,
I am no one else until you see me clearly giving.
The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings,
You are no longer out of control for the measured pings.
The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss,
The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist.
It is not common or ordinary anymore,
It is not filled with hate at its core.
It is no longer my salient reason,
No reason can ease my aggressive tension.
Why can I not settle for less?
Why are you not something obvious to bless?
Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same?
Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?
What I call an issue,
May not be an issue to you,
What I call a problem,
Maybe a solution to you,
What I call a big reason,
Maybe a small reason to you.
What I may call,
A factor of living,
There could be time,
When I could wish to die,
But still there could be time,
When one wishes to live for more good time.
My issue is big to me,
My problem is big to me,
My reason of suffering is big to me,
But all those may be very small to you,
What I call an issue,
May not be an issue to you.
While the hours away..
To have this worry for so long,
Then suddenly realise it has gone.
I sit and while the hours away,
Nothing to think and nothing to say.
It’s strange how consumed
Your mind can become
Your feelings fester and overrun.
Then before you know it
It has disappeared,
Your darkest thoughts
Of what you feared.
Are nothing but a distant memory now,
You want to move on
But don’t know how.
So you sit and while the hours away
Nothing to think and nothing to say.
Physical scars are now what’s left,
Emotionally you feel bereft.
But at least you are still here
To think and feel,
Those fears were thoughts
That never became real.
If war comes, I'm sure
Philippines would be graveyard
Of bodies and souls.
I met a little Sophia recently in a Masjid.
By the by I met the grandmother, traveling from "Normal."
I had to travel on a cold day for a hot topic, she was hinting...
And I learned the word, "love child" and beyond!
Once not lovable, it can reach up to stage four.
for pancreas, lungs. kidney and many other organs
if they are not specially "misfit" in this fitting world!
"My son, he read and decided about the religion, deeply."
She said, or I think she said so,
And I also think I knew the other Sophia, too!
Every march 25th, she is a true reminder for me!
She was a minor, but her father was a felon!
Exactly as the same way of Zapruder!
Anthony Mascarenhas and Henry Kissinger, these are strangers too!
They never knew housekeeping before their occupation do!
But one was a U-HAUL, OTHER was a chore.
Which one to which chestnut
must be a president's choir!
walk with me
I will be right there with you
When I see,
I won’t bow to you nor will I be surprised
I will respect sure,
but it won’t matter
you may abandon me, you may throw me away
you may ignore me or not,
you may believe
whether you exist or don’t
it doesn’t matter-
cause I believe
you are there.
I am here
right there beside you,
whatever be the truth
I will blindly accept-
Come on,
let’s go out, let’s walk
I am with you,
don’t worry,
I am here, let’s talk
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Snow
here on
the islands
melts in surging
surf.
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