I just don't get it
I love it soo much that I hate

I feel torn
Cruising towards reality

I feel written
A poem remembered

I feel loved
Enjoyed and celebrated

I  feel your warmth
On the blankets you left behind

I feel like the moon
always chasing the sun

I feel like a smile
a universal perfect mask

Should this poem ever trend
Then id buy a bottle of jack Daniels
Seal it
and send it to you

Sip it, as you read this poem
and know that
Cause of love
broken stories trend

Where do we belong
Tell me what you've seen
a kindred spirit lingers in my mind
at a sound of a touch

How do you do this
Behave like  a hell forgotten song
while trying to concur the sky
a virtual reality horror show
that started
at the sound of a touch

Start
Packing and running for safety
that's what happens
if you trade
strength for weakness
at the sound of a touch

touch
Pictures came with a touch
but we were never attached
you were just a voyeger in my dream
who left footsteps  it seems
at the sound of a touch

Man is a sinner, but judge him not
Even though his character is that of a sinister, weep for him not
For the fake tear, will crust on your heart
A price so dear, to pay as a Saint

As I walked  down the streets, a voice screamed
Placing gamble on help, forgetting humanity is deaf
The drunkard speaks
She wore a provocative cloth, like she's begging me to....!
What about her rights, or fear has consumed them
Like the gays in the shadows
Playing Russian roulette with life

Rights
Hush
The government is nothing but a facade
Created to keep you under control
Haven't you ever thought the irony of
Freedom
Being your right

For the meek
Men in suits are nothing
but our hopes and dreams
Of success
Or irate wearing a mask called mentor

But do you have what it takes
To unleash your Pandoras box
On the weak?
For your custom made suit
so that your rights of existence
Are not assumed

Walking on the badlands
secluded darkest part if this planet
My heart melts, as I relay this dreaded tale

She crawls with a dwindling hope
Her worn out feet couldn't carry her any longer
HELP ME, she says
With a fainting voice, low parched and raspy  
that's dying from existence.
but the society dares not to blink
From the mare that stares with great fright

She drags her feeble legs
Holding on to chair next to her
While attempting to stand up
Trading her life for mercy
RESPECT ME, she yells
Am I not a human being
for without my womb
Would any if you exist.
A man paused
and paradoxically stared at her
with unquenched thought  of great irate
"what is this thing doing here?"

Sometimes writing poetry
is all we've got
Exclaiming our feelings with words
Is all we've got
Fighting for change with words
Is all we've got

Sometimes arming ourselves with haikus
Is all we've got
Exploding bitter pills with prose
is all we've got
Soothing our scorching wounds with sonnets
Is all we've got
Asking for mercy, love, unity and peace in repetition
Is all we've got

Sometimes writing poetry for you
Is all he's got
With every stanza he wrote, he bought a Ferrari
with every rhyme she wrote, she bought you a mansion
because
that's all he's got

So dream

Pray

Shout

Love

With words
because
that's all we've got

Never trust
Few are loyal
Fewer are honest

Desires got me losing myself
what I once deemed as principles
are thrown out the window
Slowing gambling my soul
As a means to an end

But still
This question pounds on me ruthlessly
What does it profit a man  
to gain the entire world and lose himself?

Its 3:24 am
My mind is still lost in the woods
Or is it the intoxicating reality
shoved down my throat
that blurs my thoughts
from accessing different avenues
of what could have been

324 times he tried calling
But you missed the calls
Missed the love
he longed to pour
Missed the story
that could have been

She tried to forgive you 3 times
but she couldn't almost always
sit around and fret
2 times, she caught you
4 times, you swore never again
but
your tale is that of oil and water
you couldn't have been

A sultry melodious voice echoed
the sky is here for the stars to shine

In the name of God, the infinitely Compassionate and Merciful.
Praise be to God, Lord of all the worlds.
The Compassionate, the Merciful. Ruler on the Day of Reckoning.
You alone do we worship, and You alone do we ask for help.
Guide us on the straight path,
the path of those who have received your grace;
not the path of those who have brought down wrath, nor of those who wander astray

Retrospective of days filled with dust
a shelved magic collecting rust
running from your demons
embraced love, hope and guns
thoughts shackled and cuffed
where is the love!

Respect
and honor your commitments
a rusty voice echoed
never settle for anything less than greatness
but a conniving planet will alienate your endeavors
deem you terroristic for daring
Where is the love!

Your creativity confined
Coated with uncertainty and brute mediocrity
theories smeared all over
a fatal dream, love and confusion
Paired on an electric chair
hanging on a thread of life
where is the love!

In a planet where love and peace are strangers
Your certainly a voyager
birthed into confusion and irate
Your freedom and originality impoverished
into specks of visions and fallacies
where is the love

This poem is wounded
Written with bleeding trembling fingers,
creating Choking suffocating imagery
death has never been this painful

This poem is crying
tearing for what's lost never to return  

This poem is tragic
stitching Whatever's left of your heart

This poem is a movement
giving voice to the oppressed
fighting for equality and justice
in a very cold world

This poem is your future
Modeling you for success
reminding you
even if it's a world filled with malice
there's still beauty in it

It either 'coronation'
or some truths shoved down your throat
with no regrets
that launches the world into a dizzy subtle hate
that pecks the reality of peasants
wearing his masters shoes

And your fate is choked and weighed down
and the world keeps pounding, hating, drowning your existence
cause there's no love or Justice
when you're a filth with no worth  

Your master believes
submission is your natural state
cause your ancestors taught you
why would an ant  quarrel with a boot?

Here you are
afraid to have dreams and hope
crying for your progenies impending peril
and there's no knight or a hero in sight

Hate is a strong word when your surrounded by lunacy
that crippling mentality that's  been woven to entertain us
or you, who's entire existence relies on fantasy
created to suffocate your intelligence
with a programmed 'urge' that'll always be there

Goals and dreams have been replaced by dalliance
do you know the meaning of dalliance
probably not cause your brain is too confined
to notice that it has lost control of its own self
but still, reluctantly have to ask you to
Care enough to think

Learning and creativity has been distracted by entertainment
a society that is willingly slaving their way to
a chained ignorance
so yeah, before I sleep I better check my fantasies
seeking instant gratification of some kind

Do you ever wonder what keeps you in mediocrity
is it the job that you hate, which your stuck on
Is it your failed relationships
is it because you cannot desert distraction
is it your inability to be creative
or is it because you don't know what to do

a man came to me and said
Revolution was the most painful thing that ever happened to him

I didn't see it
We hardly noticed the tides changing

With our unwavering conviction we believed
with passionately believed
nobody warned us
We blindly went all in

But that's just it
We believed the half baked truth we were given
we believed the compassionate lies we were told
we utterly feel in love with the "truth"

We could see change and hope
we could finally see the dreams of our
sons and daughters
mothers and fathers
coming to light
we could taste victory and the sweet fragrance of freedom coming our way.

But we couldn't see the destruction and annihilation that it came with
the pain and suffering awaiting us
The void and ache that would envelope us
That the price was going to be catastrophic and dreadful

He can feel your pulse
beating with life
Your warm smile
your enviable dimples

She  can feel your love
Your sense of adventure
Your unwritten tales

He can feel your heart
Your love
transcending through all galaxies

She can feel your ache
coursing through her body
your innocence taken
your dreams shuttered

He could feel your pulse fading
her heart cluttered
his tears frozen

It is the truth that matters,
my truth or your truth settles it
but a well constructed lie is better than the truth,
it's been woven and embedded in our heads like a tumor seeking prosperity,
or let's just say propaganda motivates people.
Yet here we are all screaming for it.
I am certainly worn out,
clearly struggling to live in such a dichotomous world.
But, let's take a moment to resurrect something valuable.
CARE .
Care enough to think.

Close your eyes  
and take a look at your heart

What do you see

do you see it Stapled on the wall
unable to move

do you see it numbed to the pain that surrounds you
unable to care

do you see it suffocating and choking with ignorance
that it's been Coated with

do you see it fumbling on the floor
screaming for morphine

do you see it running, crawling
hoping for redemption

do you see the weight of the world crushing it
while you lose yourself

do you see it shackled, loveless
asking for help

He sat there
Puffed his cigarette, unable to move
He just sat there
Like a compelled dog he stared
He wouldn't or couldn't blink
He gazed like a lost soul seeking salvation

It was her eyes that stopped his heart
blue they were
a blue that he would willingly get lost into
in that moment, he utterly fell in love
without those eyes
he would languish in the wilderness

she had
a soft smile like an angel
her beauty, oh my her beauty
left him wandering like a lonely soul

When nobody thought that your words
Were worth a dime  
still remember that
The world needs poets

When she lost her child
But still Clinging on her remains
and the once beauty eyes are now pale
and words stuck on her throat
You'll remember that
The world needs poets

When you got down on one knee
and the look on her face
rendered you speechless
You'll know that
The world needs poets


When the world is burning
democracy on trial
and your rights assumed
You'll wish that
The world knew a poet

When your heart bleeds
and memories suffocate you
cause every season is like winter without him
and a voice inside you asks
"did you think being a lover was easy"?
then you'll know that
Only a poet can answer that question

I hate you
You only think about yourself
Whatever you do, you do it for yourself
You are a selfish egomaniac *****
I'd rather........

Selfish you say (she interrupts)
Hate you say (furious)
For the love I've shown you isn't enough, what would be
you have no heart
Your soul reeks of despair
What would a  cremated heart know of love?

What a hypocrite you are
throwing blames whilst knowing
you've forsake our love
I loath the years I've wasted on your compulsion
being enslaved to your beauty
how I longed to taste your lips
Dear God, if I could just meek at my future
and see the monster that had enchanted me**

Because of you
We built our relationship on a fragile glass
I warned you ( talking to her heart)
Never to fall in love
now your in pieces ( tears)
I never wanted any of this
When did love become this bitter!

I am Born
For whatever reasons Born seemed to be the most appropriate name
Camouflage or not, I don't know
But
Don't  bother asking  where am from
cause earth is round and we are all on it
With different stories
heavenly or earthly, it is what it is


When am gone
I want you to remember me as a friend
a friend who opened up to you
Good  evil, bad or worse
I am a friend who found peace in poetry

when am gone
I want you to say that
He liked to call his poems pieces
Pieces symbolized that it could mean anything
It could be
a piece of art
a Piece of love
a Piece of ache
Or a Piece of life  


When am gone
My words and my heart will be Stapled here

An epic deception

I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom

Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days

Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents

No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth  of that poem

You don't have to kick me when  am down
I've learned my lessons the hardest way
And it still pains  me to ask
Does my suffering make you feel better?

My sluggish shadow
Stapled to my body
Reeking of despair
And the wanting, still keeps wanting

he asked!
Showing a masked face
Or faking a smile
Is all you've got
Does it help you in survival?

Fleeting memories, still
Clinging to my existence
I wasn't always like this
But it happened to me
Until it happens to you, sayonara

Is one thing that will survive time and the humans who crave for it

We go places
Chasing the world at a slower pace
With daring dreams that are bigger than palaces
Spreading romance  
In Paris and Venice


In my book I seek Solace
From drudgery and the malice
From beings with less mentality of peace
From creatures who's been reduced to a pomace


In my  book am a believer
Forever I will love God and his grace
His mercy, blessings despite my constant mess
In my uncertain destiny I found a chance

In my book I poured my pieces
When I reminisced on my scathing heart that left a big scar
When I was a prisoner of love,  torn and filled with stitches
when I dragged my soul through thorns
When I was reduced to a speck of hope

Poem. Call me poetry
Debbie Jean Embrey  ***! how those words spoke to me! Very well done! I love the part about calling you 'Messenger.' Keep inking! :)

Poem. She's said II
Terry Jordan  Amazing piece, esp. "It is for us to wash away our painful confusion with tears...." I'm sending a sympathy card today to the mother of a former student of mine, so this really speaks to that most terrible loss that we have no word for it. TFS, Born

Poem. I won't forget that you liked my poetry
Mary-Elizabeth Cotton  Beautiful write! I especially love the lines "When I could barely form words,/that would impress my shadow."


Poem. I'm Born
Pradip Chattopadhyay  your words are fabulous

Poem. Hi(gh)
Kim Johanna  Baker  Great write Born...I must say, you are a great writer and enjoy very much your pieces...this is raw and gets the message across.. tyfs... kimx

Poem. If I told you my story
Law lith iminika Reading this was like observing a preview to a movie, but I didn't pay for it, instead showed up willingly. And I'm hungry for knowledge and inspiration because I was refused popcorn

Poem. Thank you Pamela Rae
Pamela Rae  Please know that you have such talent and your words not only touch me, but so many here--keep writing, expressing and touching our souls, dear Born. You are a gift to this world and deserve to find your way, to embrace peace and tranquility and it will come. Will be sending along good vibes, thoughts for peace and happiness and Room to breathe with ease... (((hugs)))

Poem. Hello poetry
Wolf spirit Wow ..is this a poem . Because Id rather read this than delve on eloquent flattery of wistful words . Honesty expressed with such brevity is still the best policy .


Poem. When my heart pounds a little bit more
Modern Serenity  very well executed! truly deserves to be the poem for atleast a week. freaking fantastic poem. well done. honestly totally jealous of your poem its truly amazing and well said.


Poem. Shantel
---  Superbly penned, echoes of the great Pablo Neruda

Poem. Here we are
K Balachandran  so peaceful and meditative
yet passion filled love and life
chiseled and beautiful...without hiding truth
you have eyes full of love and light
exquisite..
Bala

Poem. Virgo 
Star BG  And..... open gateway to healing the soul.you are such a master with words. Thank you

Poem. Dusty coin
Pax  there will always be hope, even just a spark, or one candle, it can do many things in the dark..

Poem. My deepest sympathies
South by Southwest  There are answers to every question you pose . Only by a lifetime of searching will you find them .

Poem. Muse dear daughter
Sylvia Frances Chan  A most divine poem, loving and caring words. I have enjoyed this poem very much. God's Blessings be upon thee. Thank you for sharing this divine piece.

Poem. Leonard Cohen
Lazhar Bouazzi  Ah! Wonderful poem about one of my favorite poets/composers/singers of all time! Thank you for sharing

Poem. This poem III
Wyatt  Such a harsh, blunt piece. It hit me right in the gut! Congrats on the daily!

Poem. I won't forget that you liked my poem
patty m  Comments are a wonderful gift. I love your poem and the emotions that surface you are truly gifted.
hugs

Sally A Bayan  So much truth in your wondeful, touching words, Born..
I keep coming back to this poem...just had to repost.
Thank you for sharing

Poem. Juliet
Jamie King  I like the flow here the transition from one imagery to the imagery while maintaining the same flow requires a certain degree of finesse. Excellently executed piece

Poem. Un(real) istic
Botan  A high tech emotional intelegence will take over while humans express thier feelings by emoji. good writing
Poem. Poetic flavor
SøułSurvivør An awesome tribute! You're one of the poets I would elect for showing the most growth of any on this site. My heart twinkle with happiness, TOO! Thanks for your heart, Born! ☆♡☆

Lori Jones McCaffery  You make exquisite use of the words you have captured, Born. Keep thirsting. Love

SøułSurvivør Awe! I'm so glad to encourage you... you have such a powerful way with words. An innate talent. I count you as one of my best friends here. Be blessed!

Poem. 5 million am not just a number
Corvus  Wonderfully compassionate. It's so easy to be kind and sympathetic to those on your doorstep. Those further away but in even greater need are often ignored. Brilliant write.