Exhaustion drips its weary head
Shrouding me with desolate apparel
A forlorn wardrobe of melancholy blues
Colors of emotional peril.
Indifference holds my body still
Unconcerned with the cold
Distant journeys in my thoughts
Apathy strong in its hold.
Nonchalance a steady companion
Detaching me from reality
Unaroused by what’s in front of me
I’ve lost all sense of vitality.
Inattention stands unyielding
Unwilling to make way for diligence
Insensitivity plants a seed
Growing strong in its militance.
Numbness gnaws away at my spirit
Paralyzed from its greed
Dulled by life’s anesthesia
I lack the passion to be freed.
Categories:
militance, anxiety, depression, feelings, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
War is pestilence
Ism's for peace use violence
Death and destruction upon your
doorstep
No compromise? Away you schlep
Tolerance is what makes sense
Do unto others the story goes
And unto you the others repose
There is no room for arrogance
To error is human, forgive
devine
For unrequited love ye pine
As if your love be recompense
The son presuposes you love
yourself
For only then can you love
someone else
There is no room for militance
Open your eye for the first time
And higher and higher you shall
climb
Acheive anything with due
dilagence
Alpha and Omega, the beginning
and end
Endeavor towards tolerance,
begin the mend
Let no one stand in as his
eminence
Your own free will decides your
choices
Do not be swayed by other's
voices
There is no such thing as
coincidence
So now I lay me down to sleep
For in my heart, no malice
shall I keep
Love freely flowing in coexistance
Categories:
militance, blessing, destiny, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
I've built with sand.
I've made a life without a proper plan,
and you kicked before I hardened it.
How do I supply demand?
A ship unmanned.
This is the moment that I sank within.
It's when my life became your operand.
Your addition for a firing pin.
I caught my hand.
It was inching towards a perfect plan,
and everything I touched became broken,
for it wasn't my command.
You've played harvest,
in which my heart became the olive pit,
your unwanted seed, without great promise,
a flaw in the shell that houses it.
All of my emptiness,
began to cauterize my synapses,
while making room with lack of militance,
a jail for dreams in piled ashes.
But I exist.
It bled my soul out but I've made your list,
and I'm the victim of your ignorance,
the example for a catalyst.
I'm not to guess.
I've taken strides to curb incompetence,
and with this fire, I can't stop to test,
my life for all your fingerprints.
Categories:
militance, angst, betrayal, identity,
Form: Lyric