"Soullessness"
In this time…In this life…in this place…we have no showed
Under a blanket of blankness without thanks…we have no souls
Living’s a mere image cuz what we’ve witnessed is not real
Aborted the birth of a world… for a world we keep but can’t feel
There’s a place for us…we’ve paved the way…it’s in hell and it’s happening
Don’t cry when you get there…cuz on the way you were laughing
Enjoyed the rotten fruits flesh and knawed on bones of fallen rightousness
Forgot just to forget cuz that’s the path to your enlightenment
Hear but don’t care …follow the leaders of your death squad
Fear cuz your there…without a memory of what life was
We eat from a dumpster and piss ina bowl
Then run for the cover thinking it’s all under control
Smile when lieing…and…make money to feel free
Giggle under ya breath people…but it ain’t funny to me
In this time…in this life…in this place we have no showed
Under a blanket of blankness…without thanks we have no souls
Categories:
soullessness, confusion, deep, humanity,
Form: I do not know?
In a sky stained with black and white tinges, the moon slowly rose,
Interspersed a being and a storehouse of innocuous anecdote.
Innumerable starlings clove the air,
Even with mawkishly effeminate sentiment and soullessness.
Yet, the brassbound stood bold before the austere hand of adversity and drill,
In the moments of pleasure, utter idleness and insipidity,
Moods of vindictive recoils visible like a new dawn,
At times, oddly disappointing and fickle.
Many people priced but couldn't pay,
And the rest paid but couldn't price,
A golden twilight set to transfigure the world,
The soul pelted with honour, dignity and an interminable torrent of words.
Radiant with the beautiful glamour of youth,
A supreme arbiter of conduct,
Not sunk in a phraseological quagmire,
Like the pristine freshness of spring badly described by a common maxim.
It's not a brand of merchandize,
So I wonder when it would be sold.
Far from a title or characteristic of a man,
Integrity is a way of life I have embraced till the end of time.
Categories:
soullessness, integrity,
Form: Free verse
What would a muse or musician become
after singing and playing are gone?
Humor and
heart land
mind broken.
What is a dancer to be
after life's last dance?
Unincarnate mime
and muse
without amusement,
deprived of sacramental rituals
for zero-balancing naked soul redemption.
What is a designer to become
when unable to conceive?
A blind
greyscale paint by orthodox scripted number
of technicians
required for screwing light.
What is a bicameral eye
unable to hear rhythmic soul,
or feel soullessness
a toxic mess?
What is productive soil to become
without globally consuming natural WaterSpirits
of regenerate mythic Earth?
What is a vastly creative fish
without water?
What does a dancing sojourner foot manifest
without becoming soiled soul destiny?
Categories:
soullessness, creation, earth, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
When I close my lids
and unbox these dusty memories,
I discover that it's hard for me
to recapture
the ghosts that summer turned over
in its warm hands of variance.
They were people that existed
only for a season
that would leave me dreaming
of true face-to-face talk,
like when I first learned
we four sailed the same sea of soullessness
and could reignite each other's lives
after the dorm lights had died,
feelings I wish I'd never felt
if they would be replaced
by repetitive typing on a keyboard
back in my humid apartment
where desperation sets in,
four lifetime years later,
and half the country away.
Categories:
soullessness, loss,
Form: Free verse
MAN;
I was all doom and gloom in the zoom
when the past second died,
A man surely has kicked the bucket
I was told, but I shan't believe
If so, when will I give up the ghost?
Fear;
This one is less romantic, young me
which mob will moan me- then let's all die
If not, its just me - on a beach.
This laudable slayer, I desecrate not
I yearn for your empathy, eh, less pity on me
Time;
your dear friend and his frostiness
I feel more sympathetic, I feel your pain.
Your kin and kindreds, all gone - just the fierce
and yourself to mend the rest.
History is fisty, misery is misty
And Death;
fie upon you amid all good
mirth you haven't given, some you've taken,
When all hope is done, you we shall demand of.
To me, guffaw not, for all you have not
Your soullessness is beleaguered, immortality renders you unhinged
Categories:
soullessness, bereavement,
Form: I do not know?
Really wonder what you’re thinking
Whether you still love me
Whether you’ll fight for me
Whether you’ll be there
Whether you still care
Whether you are going to be there for me or not
Heard a wise quote
Once you are vulnerable with your partner
Is when you discover love?
And can grow in love
All I see is hate despicably empty soullessness
Taking me on a wild goose chase
And I don’t know what to do for it
But to believe that destiny will take me
On the path that is ever so true
Ever so pure
The path that is supposed to be
So I have no choice but to wait
Not on you
But on myself
On whether I love you
Or
On whether I can live without you
Categories:
soullessness, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Eyes that see everything,
From which I can hide nothing...
Tell me what you see,
When you look down upon me?
Is it weakness,
Is it meekness?
Is it strength and boldness,
Or is it soullessness?
Is it selfishness,
Or forebearingness?
Is it brain and bliss,
Is it the innocence of a first kiss?
Is it the beauty of a sunset,
Is it passion no one could ever forget?
Is it the calmness of a babe,
Is it the fury of a tidal wave?
Is it spinelessness,
Or is it spitefulness?
Is it utter quiet,
I am what you made me and I cannot deny it.
I try to be and praise you everyday,
And in every single way.
I am who you made me to be,
And in the end I hope you are happy with me.
Categories:
soullessness, devotion, inspirational, religion, me,
Form: Rhyme
My soul shrinks ---
It's also black as ink ---
The ordor from it stinks ---
Like a dead rat ---
Which floats on a sewer flow ---
Righteousness can not be found ---
Decayedness is abound ---
For my soullessness is here,
upon this earthen ground ---
Where even the songs of the Angels have ceased,
by the blair of the horns of Hades ---
Which resounds upon the ears of the
walking dead of the earth ---
Where misery is birth and happiness is death ---
And the poverty stricken have the greed ---
But the greedy have the wealth.
Categories:
soullessness, social
Form: Free verse
An empty silence, a lost void of agonising soullessness. Stuck between the right and
the right knows. So full of spirit waiting for the brightness of the day. Tick tock, Tick tock
comes the marching band of stillness, waiting for the blanket of cold. The rays of fear warm
my head of doubt. Love conquers all But pain and cowardice's clouds the soul. To hate,
forgive, and forget when the turnpike journey comes to claim its rider, will peace be riding
with you? The moon lit sun, the star shine clouds, the great painter of heavens and earth my
canvas has run dry. When the blackness comes I will turn and face it and when the dark
embrace this body my soul will cry, then I will know my ride is over and I will hope for
forgiveness.
Categories:
soullessness, forgiveness
Form: ABC
I was wandering through what I thought I'd destroyed
I was wondering where would I lose all these joys
Untruth's bruise upon my soul
Losing lies that made me whole
There was once such a time when I felt I was right
And a time when the darkness was bleeding daylight
Reason could not lie to me
Reason only made me see
Now I have realized only struggle has worth
And the darkness was light on the path of my search
Darkness, it has made me see
Lies have lost reality
Words have fallen
Like rain to the ground
Lies are calling
In emptiness crowned
Lull my false reality
Crown the soullessness in me
Guide the truths to set me free
Find what I can never be
Deep inside my empty creed
Deep inside the hate in me
Deep inside
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul
I've been slitting the throat of the passionate life
I've been drowning the sorrow that gave me my knife
I've been warding the doorway to hell with a grin
And been centering all of my life on within
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul
Deep inside my empty creed
And even deeper, still unwhole
I've found that I can never be
More than false reality
Categories:
soullessness, introspection, loss, philosophy, sad,
Form: I do not know?