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

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

There many longings and fear which can never be put fully into words

Who am I  to peer into the future

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

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

pain demands to be felt

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

Poet aka lower low

Ugh! Here he comes
I should have known that a poem like you
Would wild so much speculations
Drawing big crowds and
Enticing them to decipher your rhetorics

Now I remember
You said it was for "philosophical thinkers"
Such a big word for a mere poem like you
Who for some reason
likes to rule out its readers as nothing but insolent idiots

I thought you traded complexity for gratification
Isn't that your end game afteral
Cause comprehensive analysis of your ideology
Wouldn't delve out any logical meaning
Or let's go a step further and call it a doctrine
A cup of tea for your ego


Poem

Listen you muggot , idiot
or whatever you self identify yourself as
I've never felt the need to dumb down my
Unfathomable intelligence to your
Lower low level
but the universe wouldn't have it any other way


I can see the poverty of your lexicon
written  to please your fellow peasants
Look at me, am the multiplicity of a thousand  beings
a thirst that can never be quenched

How dare you grace yourself
With your redundancy
Your quite naive lower low

Here is an imagery for you

I'm smoking Mayan sicars
Most expensive cigars you've never heard of
Cause your too busy being a mediocre

Just for clarification
I wouldn't want to be stopped to your level
People would start talking
Creating assumptions and damaging my reputation
Imagine a poem like me being written by a poet like you
Jeez! I'd rather die

You'll always be who you believe to be

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

I've decided to reduce my daily consumption of worldly affairs

When am gone
have them put up a lane
Just to remember my name

am that guy who used to be here
writing about the Spears
that I've received over the years

I should have written this down long time ago
When it all made sense
When I cared enough
When there were no strings

Some memories
Nostalgic as they may be
don't deserve to exist
to be told or related to
to be listened

Nothing
Words stuck on my throat and all I can say is nothing
scar embedded on on my heart and all I can say is nothing
love ****** me so bad and all I can say is nothing
Life turned upside down and all I can say is nothing
Stuck on a loop of despair and all I can say is nothing

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

and it failed
resuscitated to no avail

it is the most effective condition

it flew away,
nothing to hold it back,
never to return

With every curve on my well structured, magnificent being, am black
How could a momentary mirage of foreign glitter make me forget that am black?
Even the sun kisses my bronze beautiful skin because am black
With a pure heart and a serene soul, am black
Neither actions nor words can accentuate my color, am simply black.

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?

She lost the sparkle
cause she remained,
Engraved in pain

words written for the times we've had

Life happened
And dust settled on silence
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be heard

But memories
Could be felt