You wake up in the morning
To the chaos of human stampede
As you recollect and relive your last night
You totally miss the morning sunlight.
Beams of questions appear-
Through slightly ajar doors
Through open slits in the windows
Zigzagging through the overhead green canopy
It finds you.
And you look away
Or close your eyes.

You try to work in the noon
amid the mayhem of human voices
As you walk by few trees
You ignore the beckoning of the breeze.
Winds of questions appear-
Blowing over vast mountains
Speeding across plains
Tiptoeing through the concrete forest
It brushes your skin, welcoming you.
And you close your arms
Or close your eyes.

You lie down and close your eyes in the eve
Going through a cauldron of human feelings
Giving the trivial thoughts a long run
You totally ignore the most important ones.

You should be sprinting along with the wind
And sailing over the tides
Going beyond the sun rays
And seeing what’s there on the other side.

While you seek the God, the Creator
You can be one with nature
This is the at-one-ment
Waiting for you after a gritty climb.
So open your eyes and see all you can
Before you close it for the last time.

By Arcassin Burnham

Unloyal Friends,
but its not true colors,
Its a just gray background with a lower contrast,
Like the dirt that they throw at you,
When they show them,
For Pete sake save the arguing for the upper class,
Or at least that's what they claim to be,
But emotionally,
Their afraid,
Of what the world and society has to offer,
New order in here,
That Entered the room,
With a little bit a *****,
Celebrating how the world is ruined,
So drink up,
And let the devils nectar fill your stomach,
And have zues,
Tie a noose,
Around his neck,
To escape the dying truth,
Cause I don't deal.