Young at heart…
Torn apart by the death cart…
Depart from me,
Ludicrous liberty
End me to begin you…
Mend me to forgive you…
Your sins are covered with mercy
From within, I heard from Your joyous glee
Compassionate is Your spirit to me, oh Lord of Accord
I’m aboard your ship of serenity
Free me for an eternity and beyond
I’m fond of our Bond of grace graciously
Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient show themselves
Another reason the insurance comanies are high in their sells
People changing lanes like they're under the influence
Tailgaters are annoying and also drivers with no insurance
If an accident happens anywhere on the freeway
Artificial traffic builds from the nosey looking that way
Then when lanes aren't moving but yours starts to
Someone always dares to dash right in front of you
You also have those who try to cheat the carpool
Even break through the solid lines just to roll through
That freeway business can be too much for me
To avoid that madnes I rather take the street
Don’t crown yourself solid
If your loyalty only echoes in empty rooms,
Spoken loud but hollow,
Like a drum with no rhythm,
Like a prayer with no soul.
Keep your promises like weapons—
Clean, sharp,
Loaded with intention,
Ready to be drawn when the world tests your name.
Not just drawn,
But fired with conviction.
Because trust is a fragile beast—
Once wounded, it limps,
Once broken, it dies.
And when someone learns
That your word is just smoke—
That your vows float,
Untethered from action,
Detached from meaning—
Then you, too, become weightless.
No matter how strong your voice sounds,
If your integrity whispers lies,
You will vanish in silence,
Forgotten not by accident—
But by design.
So be solid not in noise,
But in stillness that speaks.
Be the echo that returns
Because it had substance to begin with.
Be the promise that never had to shout—
Because it never broke.
"Good for nothing?
Yeah, I know I am.
I know I'm a disaster,
I made everything worse all the time;
I know it all, you made sure of that.
Now, what can I do except saying sorry?
Sorry for the existence I guess,
I don't know what else...
Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying,
Trying to be humble,be good but always faking.
I'm a faker, the fakest of all the fakers out there!
I fake when I love, I fake when I hate,
I fake it even when I say I like a movie,
Said that to just impress someone, you say?!
Pardon me, you are so right
I fake to be loved too.
Who am I kidding, trying to be everyone's dear!
No, I was never good enough to begin with;
I'm just a vain entity full of despair."
is it ethical
if he says he hates his family?
they did him wrong but then the world will say-
"god help this child possessed by the spirit
he's the one in the wrong".
he tries to find a reason to love them,
because he is in debt for raising the man he is now
but then again, they reminds him-
his existence is wrong.
he is not saying he hate his family
if so, then they hate him too
the reason for this is far beyond
this poet's understanding
they also loves him,
giving him a crown of jewels
but imposing something upon him
that was never his to begin with-
to carry the weight of stones they bore.
and the arguments, the words thrown at his prime
it is hard for him to breathe sometimes
he's locked in a dungeon he can't escape
She scrubs the floors with hands that bleed,
her heart, a brittle thing beneath her chest—
a reflection of the shattered glass
she once danced on,
believing love was a crown
meant to fit anyone.
The prince's ring,
so smooth,
is a shackle,
and his kiss—
not a promise,
but a contract with the devil’s own whisper.
Her stepsisters wear their cruelty
like fine silk,
while her smile fades
into the dust of her cinders.
The carriage,
once golden,
is a cage
that rattles down the path
toward a ball
that was never hers to begin with.
The clock does not strike midnight.
It grinds her bones to powder,
and she is left standing
in the ruins of her own dreams,
the glass slipper cutting into her flesh
as if it always knew
it was meant to break her.
There is friendship after love
There is sincerity after love
There is tenderness after love
There is such thing as after love
There is such thing as love
Don't walk away without looking back
Towards new hope, new action to begin with.
I’m so scared of losing myself.
I’ve switched between so many faces
That I don’t know which one is real.
I keep bending to what others need.
The only thing I recognize is this feeling—
Chasing after some kind of love.
It’s been etched into me so deeply
That it’s wearing away my sense of self.
I made love my entire identity,
Yet I don’t even know what it is.
I just want to be held—what’s wrong with that?
Is it a sin to chase what I want?
I’m tired of writing love songs.
Tired of stories that always end in ruin.
They tell me to find myself—but where do I start,
If a part of me was never there to begin with?
I go to bed trying to cry,
But no tears ever come.
I feel like an empty husk,
Moving to the will of others.
How do I take my life back?
When do I get my happiness?
Do me favor
Please shake a tree
Please shake with me.
Not energy
I ain't no fight
For things persuade.
I ain't no room
Not peace and love
To begin with.
In life focus
Rate growth that worth
Give each day goal.
I won't write how I feel, so I won't have an excuse to go back to him
I won't tell anyone what I'm going through, so he won't know he has to come back to me
I will stop hinting him through my actions and I'll act exactly opposite
I'll put an end to the very sweet girl I was for him
From today I stop being loyal to the man I assumed he was
For he stopped trusting me for the woman he assumed I was
I used to believe all I had to was to gain his trust but little did I know I would be losing faith of my own
I won't brag about my lovely boy because I lost him
Or maybe he never was mine to begin with
Or was it that I was blinded by the love that existed inside him
Or was it all just a mere make-belief
Now I'm taking big steps and you're not here to see it
It's so hard to wish good morning to someone else
When it should have been you instead
And just like that I know
Chico was lied to
Because The eyes, Chico, they always lie.
love is as ephemeral
as a kiss
it takes lots
and lots of them
to grow
yeah, I'm hurt
you're mean
I don't know
and I
probably won't
too big for you
I'm guessing
so overwhelming it
turned you into a ghost
well
all good, love
to begin with
we were only an illusion
now, ghost of an illusion
caught in feelings
never to materialize
my lovely
I feel for you
I don't know how
not to
it hurts that you
can't even
say good-bye
it hurts that I desired
and felt feelings for
your illusion
(someone else's
flesh and blood
but MY illusion)
for enough time
to feel attached
yeah...
you leave your screen
and go home to
the flesh and blood
that does not satisfy
and it hurts
poor baby
why
hurt anymore
than you have to
just
how much more
would it hurt
to kiss me
goodbye
Long at first, truncating then on,
Short to start, sounder as goes on,
Like forenoon and post-noon shadows,
Friendship of the good and bad goes.
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Translation |34.09.2024| good, bad, friendship
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse talks about friendship and compares it with the shadows cast from sunrise to noon, and then from noon to sunset-- long to start with and then shortening (of the evil), and short to begin with but growing big as time passes (of the good). The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Aarambha gurvee, kshhayinee kramena, laghvee puraa, vriddhi-matee cha pashchaat |
Dinasya poorvaardha paraardha bhinnaa, chhaaya iva maitreem khala sajjanaanaam ||
Before we play, let's preamble with the entree,
Enjoy the soft shoe shuffle, before the souffle.
Dancing tipsy, on tippy-toes, to belay and delay the mainstay.
It's a wily whisper of words, a teaser to savor in foreplay.
To amble and gamble, to begin with the starters on show,
Unscrambles the egg, but won’t scramble the glow.
For it's only a tongue-tip foretaste, a wink to what's next.
A fling ding unfettered, a sinew stretch, before things get complex.
It's like players who tune their strings, before starting to play.
It's like scene-setters setting the stage for ballet.
It's a warm-up, a rehearsal, a try-out, to get things right.
Before the curtains call up, ready to go on opening night.
Aside from transparency there's
nothing clearer than
words at their best
We're consumed by most of
what we see
& digest everything
religiously
The belly of the beast is
full of enmity
because of its emptiness
even though it feeds
ferociously
The atrocities we witness
at its behest are
nothing short of animalistic
which only feeds our
animosity
Oh the hypocrisy we endure
in order to secure
our place on the hamster
wheel
The rat race leaves us all
reeling in the end
& left wondering
if any of it was ever
real to begin with
Ironically this marathon
we call life
no matter how tiring
& treacherous
benefits us greatly
in the long run
It began before you'd
even begun
to consciously realize
where you were
or had come from
If nothing else take the
exercise & lessons
in stride
without running
from beasts
posing as sheep
Don't let the wool be
pulled over your eyes
as there's enough
blind being
led to the slaughter
We're all sons & daughters
of the most high so
hold onto your faith
even in faithless times
These faceless rhymes are
not only a sign of
the times but also
a message from him
to read the signs before
your eyes
If you cannot find a word
to begin with, take my tip,
say “I love you, as you’ve heard
many times – my love is deep
as an ocean, where you are
hear a hum that’s coming through
its my waves around your heart
never doubt my love to you
when I’m silent, it’s the doldrums
when I speak, waves roll again
sending you my words and hums
washing over all your pain…”
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