Long Swinish Poems

It's an age where-
The noticeable is unnoticed¤
I see love curved like C's,
Forming a ditch-
Hoi polloi fall into¤
As green grasses go brown; 
Corruption remains the core option-
To all swinish citizens
I see,
Faded dreams; 
Coloured by padded visions¤
Beauty;
Coated...

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Occasionally
We see
Phenomenal matters of love
With our heart
But not with our eyes
At first, we find ourselves happy
Where we unearth in the yard
At the bottom of the gravel
Gold or diamond
Inadvertently
By sheer luck
Or by accident
The great misfortune
Or happiness
Not...

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In deepest, darkest depths of my despair
I find myself without a saving grace. 
A pendulum of pain prevents my prayer
from rising upward through the dead of space.

Within these walls a war where no one wins...

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Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.

Grant me now, I'll pretend, 
My hatred will blow...

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My past life was like a cold lump of clay
Forced to caricature, no more no less
Numbed and swinish, departed and grey
With a fractured heart, slack and lifeless

Though I wandered harshly; looking but locked
And twice pulled...

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