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frost-etched grass whispers low,
bison flank touches flank—breath clouds
merge. No lone head lifts.
an ancient pulse beneath snow~
Where the mass goes, I must go.
Mob mentality
is sweeping the U. S. A.
is this the last day’s?
A warrior mentality
so to speak –
donning our armor
of daily fashion;
tinted shades closing
off soul-windows,
concealing from
prying eyes of inquisitive
nakedness –
we clothe
fearing being disrobed
truth, such privates far deeper
than skin
Gucci, and likes, the first
line of Metropolitan Defense….
2025.4.13@08:03:00
Since I knew you, I have noticed
You seemed to enjoy playing games.
To match your mentality, here is mine.
If and only if you were looking for me,
We are in the same country, state and city,
But since you kept on disappear,
I can not see you, neither can you.
Right this moment, I am at
One of my favorite beaches,
Sunbathing on one of the banana lounge chairs.
It has a pattern of many stripes,
But not the colour blue and white.
After resting here for a while,
I shall leave and heading to east,
Where I go will be between here and the botanic garden.
As soon as the weather gets warmer,
I shall be emerged in the water,
Surrounded by a circle curve concrete path,
Where people can stand and walk pass
Between me and the sea.
I will float freely with many different movements,
From Breath Stroke, Back Stroke to Free Style,
What I love most is the dolphin and butterfly's.
When I dry up, I will head back to the public transport,
Which will take me home sweet home.
Now you know where I am,
Catch me if you can.
Man, someone remind me, what I did!
Who I was and still wasn’t.
Who I became is not the same,
And change is change, but this is just derange.
What did I do? I say…
Where was the fork in the road?
How have I’ve lost in the sand and the snow?
Maybe the better question, though - what will I do?
God, someone forgive me, what I’ve done!
What I’ve none to know it was.
What I’ve become I can’t explain,
And change is still change, but I’m just deranged!
What have I done? I may…
Recall that fork in the woods?
How I’d might find myself tripped on the roots
When the meadow was just there…
Now that’s despair.
Well, I didn’t care.
But watching the other ones frolicking won’t get me anywhere.
Maybe the better question… so - what will I do?
Same question, aye?
But there’s no such thing as same.
A good, honest look up…
We’ll look there. I see my destination.
We started off with being/
A human stuck in a tiny box/
Like a caged animal/
Day by day, we lose our senses/
To be poked and prodded/
Day and night for amusement/
This is a game to them/
Looking into the cage/
To rile the beast within/
The expected become unexpected/
The situation becomes dire/
Crying in desperation/
Remember, it's a human being/
Locked away in isolation/
Treated like garbage/
No Gods hears the cries/
From within the walls/
Trapped like a caged animal/
Crowds of irritated people joined the mob
Anger and violence, a volunteer non-job
Breaking windows and kicking in storm doors
Frustration lurking at their cores
Some were unsure why they were even there
One of them picked up an office chair
Loud cheer went up as he flung it into the air
Now a thug and felon, to be quite fair.
I know you’re there, just out of sight,
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching does but rarify.
Oh, where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind -
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you’re back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through -
Rejoined with logic’s wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.
Drifting face across fulfilled lives, how many lies do I see inside?
I see without visual, drowning in endeavours.
I hear within silence, the blinding numbness adhere to my veins.
The silence enriches my absent thoughts, swallowing me whole into the jaws of fate.
What’s holding me captive in this divine existence? The monotony of being etching away my compounding resolve.
Saturated with doubt, with guilt and remorse. A futile endeavour to attempt release from the clutches of madness.
Altering ley lines to divert my path, digesting the inedible and finding purpose within.
Disturbances not overcome but overgrown with enamel concealing the ugliness left behind.
The path forward we travel, onward we look. Hereby is the contingence to survive. Survival is key, survival is free, survival is not where I want to be.
More recently, l’ve romanticized the idea of falling in love through silence.
Maybe it's because my mother pushes love on me through her tongue.
Maybe it's because I prefer the inner monologue of myself rather than what I think others perceive me as.
I don't want to faze the mind of whom
I desire by saying I do not wish to be loved by my exterior at all (in both appearance and demeanor). Although I find that,
according to my standards,
consciousness is more amusingly complex, and therefore more significant.
My dilemma: submission to another mind.
To truly know someone, do I have to force
my mind's sermon out of its cocoon?
If my comfort only ranges to falling in love
in silence, how important can my words be?
The easy answer may be to ignore the statement made about either account,
although my soul does not let me.
Tragic.
It may be impossible to find
another to be happily desolate with.
Note: Falling in love does not equal the concepts of marriage, sex, or romance.
In my version of equality, a blink of an eye
might cast the same spell.
BLACK MENTALITY
We are black,
Painted in a dark.
Reflection of light ,
Denied us at night.
We are proud of evil,
Dining with the devil
Crying to God everyday
Crime never stop in a day.
Selling integrity to corruption,
Praying for a better nation.
We suffer and we also smile,
No strength to walk miles..
Leaders of tomorrow,
Lingers in poverty and sorrow.
My heart is now shattered,
Our loves shows hatred..
© PricelessPEN
Why do some people prefer to spend money
Have restless days and sleepless nights and
Climb mountains or risk their life and health
Just to put others down than to work hard
for their own success?
Its like jumping a high cliff just to hit and kill someone, not minding if they kill themselves too or like dragging someone to a cliff, not minding if they themselves fall
For every glow of your shine, there will always be others who try to extinguish your flame than to learn how to glow on their own.
Considering all resources that they spent trying to extinguish your fire, they would have shone already if they only chose to try on their own.
Contenders believe they can reach the top
Champions believe they belong there
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