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Self Con-Scious

Chin up but dead inside
Guided by unsatisfied pride
Its like a mild nightmare
Couldn't bare the lost
So forced in gear
Emotionally tiered
With denial comes arrival
Of indecisive thoughts
Bouncing back and fourth across my head
Never final.fed up with the sad & dead but its bad like MJ
Hypocrisy? Additionally 
This iniquity is of vanity
Its addictively rad
Wrong but "rite"
Bores and excites
Slithering notion
Kinetic intellect
No physical motion
Without react respect & reflect
Nothing but neglect

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Narcissistic Cliche

Living in a world that seems to judge
Lie, cheat and commit other horrid acts
Such as murder, rape and theft
I remember when people judged
The book by its cover, now the title gets judge before seeing the book nor it's cover

Humanity mock and ridicule 
Before even saying "hi"
A greater solicitude for being beheard.
Than making amity and yet
People are still more concerned 
About fashioning their money

Goodness is better than beauty?
Seldomly, yeah! Look's and physique are more cherished than inner beauty and reposedness
It all feels putrid
Like having intentional macabre
But they still try to refute the truth 

They prey on the weak and innocent
Judging those that don't look fleek nor decent
But encourage their oppressors
If they are part of the successors
Condemning what they do not understand
fazed by their maliciousness but
Its like heightened sense of guidance
Without their "Bad" how would
I know what "Good" is?

I get, I know
It's hard accepting someone today
When they betrayed you yesterday
susceptible to the everyday materialistic lifestyle
We can only hope and pray for those
Who choose "that customs"
Darkness lacketh virtue but the
Dawning always lightens the dismal

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Triennial Year

It's being a quarter decade
Of me writing poetry
It may not be much, but it feels sacred
And sometimes sovereignty

My works are one sided
And obviously narcissistic
Some are vived and clastic
Others are exaggerated.
Yeah, I'm frantic. Yeah, I'm rustic.
Yeah, it's skeptical. Yeah, it's ethnic
Sure it seems quaint but it's my gain

I barely scrached the surface
having drawn material
From many source's.
Sometimes it was indefinite
And other times it was definite

They say a drop of ink 
May make a million think, and
The pen is mightier than the sword
But that's like using common
Sense that's not common

Started with documenting my experiences
Than it preceded to writing poetry
I do try not to think about it
Like writing is as another deed
Easy come, easy go
Maybe an occasional phrase 
Or homonym, proverb or idiom
You may use puns to confuse
But I introduce vernacular as patois
Still aiming for pathos, of course.

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Concrete Jungle

As the night creeps
And the darkness invades
I gaze out the window
And notice a building
A vehicle engine
The stench of pollution
I taste the sour pale mist
Now I bask with pessimists
The sleeping are happy
Living in artificial
But the awake are sad
Fearing the unofficial and
Seeking the antisocial seclusion
Before the tree leaf's moved outside
The crickets screeched
The air reeked natural
The atmosphere wasn't factual

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Nihilism

Imagine a domain
More than a sanctum
A dimension
A sacred realm
Shrine that's veritable
But phantom
And bona fide
Orbital continent

Green cud
Red brier
Purple shrubs
Blue water
Orange orchards
Yellow daisies
Black roses
Pink lilys

Mountains of naked rock
With grey tips
Inland soft mist
Cloud covered translucent
Colours that enlight
Scent that delight
The pulchritude &
Disembodied aura

Scarcity of human entity
A heightened triumph
A euphoric defiant
The slithering river
Is an embellished torture
A relished rapture

An exaggerated elation
A powerful affection
There is no loathe 
There is no love
Whatsoever happens anyhow
There is only the Tao

Now witness the region
It has been diluted
Poison & mutilated

Reduced & Induced
Developed & evolved
Natural to manipulated

A natural plough
To a paved footpath
Natural bark
To building structure

Tributary has gone bane
Inflected & infected
Contempt to humane

Imagine a domain
More than a sanctum
A dimension
That once was A-grade
That is now a effn' D-isgrace
Assiduous vacuity!

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Persona

These thoughts
These feelings
Emotionally bleeding
Malice fantasies
Aura like an ocean of seas
Characteristically comminuted
Social but antisocial
Free but manacled
Unable to enable favourable
Peace & joy at will
Smilling at the pain
Thinking with my heart
Feeling with my brain
Its like I'm a work of art
But a work in progress
It's like the mask
Is my own personal Jesus
Malicious bliss
Building the fortress
Till i kick up &
Enjoy my foot rest

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Transient Quietus

Happiness may prevail
But behind closed door's 
Swith livid conceded wail
Emotions are horde
Tears present coercively
Thoughts that carousel
Dulcet that distracts
And dissipates the conceit
Dissented vagary
Repudiated pathos
Hankering pacification
Regard this as pathopoeia
Sentiment as infringement
Either way it's your indictment
This may not be the alpha
But it is my interim omega

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Emotional Indenture

For a moment I felt her love
Might have being a segment
But it definitely was eternal

We stared in each others eyes ,jokingly she did 
But i didn't ,felt like it was my demise

Her aura ,her pulchritude
Her aroma ,her fortitude
Her euphoria ,it's all lucid

Reminded me that love
Isn't all that wrong or evil
But it does prevail ,above
All else i felt a slight bond

Heart thumping at the thought of what she's thinking

What lurks behind the beauty ,the laughter ,the serenity

I want to be a part of her 
Not apart from her

I try not to recognise the exterior, but I'm blinded by her good looks
I feel so inferior

Try to get in her mind but her captivating bewitching eyes just tease me ,I get lost in what i see

So tender , so fragile she's like the morning sunlight - so beautiful it hurts when i stare
My rampant emotions are so hard to bare

In the morning I'm greeted by the bright sunlight and the thought of getting closer to you

Thinking of new ways to persuade
We are 1 but are segregated

I never see or hear her comparing herself to other people

Her purity is that of a child
B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L - brave  ,elegant, authentic, unique, tangible, interesting, fabulous, unbelievable , luxurious

I try to get close but she's not interested in me in that way
All it does is stir and cause dismay

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She's ,I'M Not

She is so magical
I am so not
Her beauty being radical
My mind is abroad
It might not be understandable
But it is sometimes manageable

She thinks of me as a friend
Though sometimes we hardly speak
With my emotions being canned
I feel so fatigued
I often feel sick
I love her ,i want her
My heart rushes with trill

But I'm afraid
Of being rejected
I'm not always brave
I'm a fraud

My heart aches
She is so humble
Free & flowing like a lake
I'm like a jumble trickle
Her pulchritude is majestic
I'm so intrigued but trembled
Feeling sycophantic

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Governance

Mire impedes order
Chaos engaged ordeal
Malaise caused by malice
To produce mental mollusc

They coerce
By honour they say
By service they entice
But they entitize

We've been hypnotized
Suppressed and confined 
Categorized than combined
The opposed is oppressed 
Silenced and imprisoned
Excoriated and exposed 

To inflict dread through 
Necessary casualty