As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
Byproduct
By Dustin Branum
Have you no clue how hard i try
To keep positive alive and negative aside
Why must you insist, genocide
Why must you feel the need to lie
I don't remember the reasons why
I cater to your deceptive lifes
What makes you think I'd oblige
Why must you live this way of life
Have you no clue how hard I try
To not do the things I so despise
To keep a hard face and try not to cry
If I do so, shall it be my demise
And should it be, I give you my word
Destiny will be mine fulfilled in time
I'll show the world that's being disguised
Time to reveal this knowledge I hide
As everyone starts to wonder why
But it's little too late to rectify
Nothing you say can justify
Living such a demonic life
My deepest fears are coming true
Total darkness is bleeding through
Raging inferno that's within my soul
No longer desires to maintain control
Exposing this darkness for all to see
"Reveal your demons!" You beg of me
They don't rectify the problem-
They just make it
Comfortable.
Their kindness feels mellow
But somehow the havoc grows optimistic.
They mean well-
Which is why trouble keeps
Duplicating itself.
They don't start the mess-
They just keep giving it room
To be viable.
Every disaster has a confidant-
The one who keeps defending it.
Mysteries of Life
Treading these roads of Mysteries
Experiences, Turning of chapters of
Plots and twist of Life.
What are the mysteries of Life?
Riddles, Secrecies, Perceptions.
Follow one's intuition and lucidity not a
Hindrance to be unraveled.
A basis of one's longing to overstand.
Embrace one's mysteries, No amount
Of self-disgust can rectify one's past.
And no volume of anxiety can change
One's future.
Continue to maintain your mystery of
One's life.
I heard, you’ve planned your life with someone else,
Seems like, you’ve deleted every special moment, that was captured in our heart cells.
Somebody told me; you got married,
Apparently, you wanted our story to be forever buried.
I am glad, you’ll be finally happy in your life,
But I’m not sure, if I’ll be able to see you as someone else’s wife.
I know, my dream of us getting old together is unachievable,
I hope he’ll treat you the way you always wanted, which you thought I was not capable.
If you would’ve given me a chance to rectify things, that weren’t sorted out,
There would’ve been no single day, when we had to even shout.
I’ve tried thousand times to ignore you,
But it’s just hard to forget you…
Thinking of those days,
When we never thought of going different ways…
But life has something else planned,
Let’s go in the flow of its rhythm and see where it ends.
It's way beyond the time for the human race to reflect
and rectify the organ in the head, situated between the right and left ear lobe
Existing there are tumours cause destruction of the human cell,
we do ourselves behave as the largest cancer growth, running rampant,
cause destruction of this planetary globe
Having no interest in politics,
Like a fly on the wall sitting idle
watching only flaws but taking no risks
to rectify or solve dirty riddle.
Me a observer of hypocrisy
of the wicked political leaders
engaged in insulting democracy.
Being patient, I endure all disorders.
While running unhealthy administration
Public to stay silent in corruption.
Turmoil taunts and tries me
Always standing just outside… free.
Waiting predatorily
To torment, abuse and torture me.
The dichotomy of good and bad.
A judgement I cannot rectify.
So, limited and linear.
I’m so sad.
I’m not the best judge of me,
Begrudgingly.
I can’t stop thinking
My life has been for not.
I wish the pressure of judgement inside me would stop.
Because it stops me.
I could be so much more.
More round and colorful
This me presently is holding something inside
As a way of being.
My feeling is…
If my thinking could set me free
To spirit away on a shameless nonjudgmental breeze
Just maybe I could actually be
The best of me.
Soft approach abide,
exceeds a mother's love,
then mighty fall.
With utter disbelief,
fallen flowers with scents
dry up unmatched.
What to do?
What to say?
Expect what?
Wails constantly
A man, can't deny
Equally push on,
Maybe, the option
Likely, only option
Which answer?
Souls barriers bar,
Contention count rarely,
A son, minding rectify
Were eulogy, owed loan
Patchy, see pattern
Worthy, seen pattern.
©MosCos Says
Power exceeds nothing but the man
Taste of success achievement brings desires want
What feeds soul it's hunger thirst
For survival, worldly possession does not bring life
A mere illusion of hopes happiness
Only when man is himself you find truth
When one is kind, they find heart
Anger, drama's stress to cope realities beatings
A emotional state much like love
Power of ego feed by influence mind
What is one's quality if not fought in belief
Where one stand if ripped his dignity
Except beneath the feet they beg to be
Is color hatred as it is us ourselves
Unpurified nature of mankind since dawn time
Is one better than another except he be different
Same breath we bleed to rectify our actions
Our journey similar; with different steps
Are we running just accept things are
Given up concept to existence we fall
Freedoms drink, our thirst isn't oneself
But soul which gives us life we breathe
Wealth, appreciating your blessings, could be worse
“ISN’T IT NICE TO THINK
THAT TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY
WITH NO MISTAKES IN IT YET ?
‘Cause always hope for the best.
So ! Hope for tomorrow better
when life runs rough tough through litter.
Today struggling as lone fighter.
None is around to look after —-
Yet not losing hope,
there’s silver lining in cloud
though often, thunder being loud.
It’s always nice to think for
better tomorrow, when days
will commence to glitter.
Adverse today is sure to alter.
Today sinking in despondency
Yet why not to carry expectancy
for a new day of bright tomorrow !
As Joyous Spring follows morose Winter.
Today’s mistakes I’ll rectify,
to welcome New Tomorrow
dancing delight.
Today I fight —
New Tomorrow will be bright.
The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
Every revolution ever
Devised by the most clever
From the rot, they sever
And souls naive
Of anew, believe
Assuming it not too far gone
To rectify all that’s wrong
They must be ready to stand up, then
For combat in the villain’s den
And although it is not as mighty
The sword decides who holds the pen
Yet history provides a warning
And the idealist may end up mourning
For those without a Machiavellian trait
Are warriors destined for a tragic fate
As it seems that thoroughly good men
Will never be esteemed as great
Those who gain control may revise the theme
Drifting ever further from the dream
Men of puerile mind
To knives are blind
And that vision once so fabled
Destroyed by some, we many enabled
On reflection, it makes the morose sigh
When they hear that brave man’s cry
“We serve neither King nor Kaiser”
Acting as a battle galvaniser
Due to the fact that ‘ad finem’
There’s superficial change achieved since then
And all of us are none the wiser
‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end
at ‘ Death’. - Poet
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
All achievements turned obsolete.
Once seeds of confidence were sown.
Now strength of mind is deleted.
No time to rectify mistakes.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn
Burnt desires to fly in ash flakes.
Only despondency is shown.
In senile decay hope is blown.
Purposeless life to drag in vain.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
No bonding left, nothing to gain.
Case for my ‘LIFE ‘ is still pending -
My ‘TIME’ is up ! Court is adjourned.
Life to meet obvious ending.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
Some say crucify him
Many said enslave him
Others said neglect him
Few said let's hear from him
They never wanna listen to his messages.
Some say let's rectify him
Many said let's edify him
Others said let's glorify him
Few said no let's nail him
Now some can relate
But they don't want his rule.
He's always prepare
Ready to fight for his right
Defending his personality
He's so fearless and furious
Fiercely facing any opposition.
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