Who of you is lonely,
But gives everything to somebody,
You are me and me you,
Is it us or is it them-bodies,
Who can say,
To them I’m their slave,
To them I’m a here say,
Uninvited to the enclave,
Here to stay,
To be used say,
By those that have the final say,
It’s okay, you’re like me,
The endless sea,
The working bee,
The enslaved free,
You are me.
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
Love can be painful
It is always euphoric
Love is life and death
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 9:30 PM UTC
In these Times.
We seek shelter,
in quick haste,
& Helter-skelter,
to curb fate,
One of our many endless mistakes.
In these Times.
With no knowledge or whim,
we inflict panic & pain tearing limb from limb,
With no knowledge of what is right or wrong,
what is known is now the time to be strong,
We are at war.
In these Times.
Survival of the fittest is,
survival of the richest,
Which is the nth percentile,
while the ninety-nine populate the pile,
They are brandished in likes, whispers and smiles.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Your gut is the compass.
Your knowledge is the landscape.
Your mind is the map.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
It seems people think race is important, where as i am too lazy to run
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC