Bored! There are no disasters happening
And so the navigator does not lead to the house of the lord.
Where seeking shelter is a mandatory action
When there is no option left.

Bored! The heart is not in pain
Choke and stab what remains
Poke and grab the dagger
Slice into it deeper


Bored Evil

I sit settled under the feet.
Unless I am pushed or provoked
They say I pollute the street
Then hire someone to move
If you only give me somewhere to live
Maybe then there would be nothing to prove


Never born rogue
I evolute
But don’t you remember
When you pollute?
Then others still solute?


Clean my existence, I can tell you where to start
It should be your heart


See, I cannot be declared deceased
I must co-exist

Shall thee be raindrops, battling to the ground
Shall thee be paws, steps with no sound
Shall thee be hope, to live or to survive
Shall thee be power, that all thrive
Shall thee be thankful, God sent to be
Shall thee be future, all wish to see
Shall thee be light, darkness fears
Shall thee be eyes, no tears
Shall thee be flies, with fire in the night
Shall thee be color, but only white
Shall thee be emotion, of only love
Shall thee be words, missing 'hate'
Shall thee be trees, rising above
Shall thee be roads, with an unlocked gate
Shall thee be now or then, be the same
Shall thy identify or do you have a name?

I said..

Look at the person who reads a strangers book
He wants to know the character but avoids recognition

I sit here by the empty shore,
Sing along the tide for some more
For an adventure from this shipwreck
Though luck is stuck up my neck
Float! Float! please find the one who
Who shall read and share a thing or two

Sometimes the wordplay
becomes too easy
Because for once to say
Desirably choosy
As the expressions are repeated
So does the sentiments
Papers are thrown or words deleted
So are the statements

Eyes closed, the requested wish is
listen to symphony
A vice host, but represents the pieces of harmony

Conscious, that is he
And then there is me
Both within, within thee
Failing to clearly see

Confessions are Illustrated
Speech steered
Though, to he, all is feared
For truth is shot, and lashes of facts
And no cover with selfless acts
He produces and introduces thee
The versions of me
The ones insvisible like he

Innocence, that is he
Aware of all the sins

But protected in a shadow
It too has its cost
Because the roof has been lost
Somewhere in a meadow
In tiny wars of life deep into sand
Where it ends to begin again and
The ocean of darkness is dead