Let the heat cool down
Erase the thought of razors
Thoughts of meaningless rules
Let us be our own judges
Coz it's corrupts everywhere
Find the best people to maintan
Tranquil atmosphere won't hurt
Only but for the criminals
Let's wipe clean our country
Forget about the past
A new start
Yes, the memories you created
Still, we could forgive mistakes
You've destroyed your name
Bring a change yourself
Put the criminals into misery
Abandon leaders of violence
You are inside that shut doors,
And I am waiting for you to come out.
You just slammed the doors just like everybody else.
Is being so foolish a crime.
I know I'm not that clever
but please for God sake don't leave apart.
I wish I could be so clever that nobody left me ever.
But the hard truth lies beneath the walls
finding everybody better.
Don't leave people,
I can't bear the lonely truth from far!
I’ve been tossing people
into my inner kaleidoscope,
spinning them around and watching
them all flow together.
Witnessing the sheer beauty of them
when they are no longer
tethered to any form --
mixing and combining into
a colorful storm of vibrant fluidity.
I watch as these people are reborn
into endless possibilities
in this miscellany of humanness.
Blooming then shattering
into jagged points of luminous light,
gloriously evolving and then dissolving
in prismatic tides that vibrate
as the mandala of life
continuously spins, funnels
onward and within.
I watch every jewel collapsing,
as a ringing delirium
of ecstatic, chromatic
Transformation circles eternal
with each transitional slide.
Turning, turning, turning.
I turn the world on its sides
within my dizzying, spiral of a mind.
I shatter every last darkened divide
into a billion dazzling pieces --
shards of perpetual exalted sequences
projecting an absolute awe.
Change the pace
In and out
Desicions disrupted the route
A little bit more
or, pull the trigger
The animal almost woke up
Worried if I would spit
Negative, or positive
Anxious about the outcome
all we have to separate the mind from the body
is light and dark: the reaching of god’s hands
over the world. i imagine that even the sun
asks be tucked in at night. & how could god refuse
another bed time story. a chance to be heard,
a chance to say “I know exactly why you exist,
why you need to be touched just to make sure
that you are still here.” we are not all light.
i know a boy so empty his father’s fists
pass right through him as if punching the dust
from his ribcage. his broken breath a reminder
that he still has something to lose in this world.
& i know a father broken and praying to a god
he cannot recognize as his own,
holding the darkness in his church-shaped hands
which soften in daylight
he kisses the blood off his stained glass knuckles
& prays for morning. his god is heavy with
the weight of history, with the burden we know
as genesis. but how could the body, light and vulnerable
refuse to touch darkness. how could the body refuse
to know that it is still here.
Of all of the times I've seen your smile.
Not once was your beauty in shackles.
Or made of false paints.
You awake from slumber of knights of dreams.
Now voting on which team you will leave.
Your body is awesome, your hair un tangled your skin luxurious.
Gregarious, your style to life is going places of ancient times.
Loving life and meeting new out comes.
I do not want to feel
but I need it in order to heal
the days seems shorter and my nights longer I search for truth and peace within the world yet I never find it I'm met with lies and pain that causes me to grow colder a bed of tears is all I know and what keeps me comfort I sometimes drown in my own sorrow and scream for help while dying but no one ever seems to hear me...