I belive that I'm alive
Even if am dead

When it dawns on you that
The planet will still rotate around its axis
With or without your existence

And suddenly
You cant hold on to whatever *******
You’ve been keeping inside

Perhaps maybe an interactive piece
Pages upon ages
Of what seemed to be a decision.

Decision, a thought that made it out
Of the cages created to keep
The illusion flowing

A decision was made
Overwhelmingly without considering
the consequences but rather
the satisfactions that came with it

on this highway of life
that decision never left you
slowly wrecking your soul
and in tears you held and hoped for more

was that decision a morphine or an addiction
is it a hopeless will that haunts
is it a rope on your neck
slowly taking your days away

so you sit and wonder
if the decisions you’ve made
are made for you
or your subconsciously following a pattern
a laid foundation
a culture that was created to control, without you knowing

Stale  like generation pounding on me
like a dog with a bone
a  suffocating mediocrity
chained to my marrow

I didn't ask for this
for the constant vicious ignorance
for the cracks that can't be mend
for the river that no longer roars
No we didn't

We are
a species stuck on pacs rhythms
while longing for Elvis magic
which begs the question
Do we really have to be blind to see

Perhaps maybe I should have asked
what is loyalty
If not some sort of conformity
that we mostly  seek in return

And you wonder
Why do I agree with you
if its not to fuel
Some sort of
Social agenda
that is either
Useless or filled with
Sycophany

The ones that have condemned us
To always believe
And follow
Like a sheep to a slaughter house

Cloaking ourselves
On what should be known as
Fundermental of stupidity

Yes I lied
I know am a plagarised soul
don't lose yours trying to find mine
and yes, yes yes yes I lied

Ive never written a poem about you
Without thinking about
the delicate
Beautiful texture of those rosy lips

Yes I lied
Sometimes I lay here
thinking about it all
What and whatever we could have been

Yes I lied
Your words were like gasoline
and you poured them on me
like there's no tomorrow

Yes I lied
I loved you and forgot about me
I chased you and forgot to see what's wrong
I desired us and forgot to crawl for my sake

Yes I lied
There's no fire
without smoke
and ive been burned
cause I forgot the I.
There's only i
I in we

Took a break from writing
Been enveloped in what seems to be a
Confusing reality,
And the repercussions of everything

Been arguing or discussing
With a friend about world  economy
And how the world has become a global village.
And the warning signs of how this could be devastating than 2009 recession
And the devastating consequences of our ignorance when it comes to politics

Been 8 months, since I truly sat down and wrote something
Something like a poem, a shade of reality or a rant, as I famously call them

Been awhile since I wrote about what I believe
My perception on our cultural activities, societal uh-uhm "clings"
All that ticks with our behavioral patterns
Religions, last I checked I was reviewing lord Shiva ( Hinduism) and Buddhism
Intresting stuff

Isolation and social distancing

Got me thinking of how we live our lives
Wondering if social media has been isolating us and the governments are just making it official?
How we are dependent on virtual reality!
How lonely one can be!
What and who matters, me, you, us, them, vanity!
Why we fear death and never live our lives preparing for it!

Life

I don’t have a certain answer to the big questions of why and how to live, but my best guess is that life is a playful act best guided by curiosity.
Children intuitively know this, of course, but the rest of us become rigid over time
We harden ourselves to deal with change and uncertainty. We forget how to play, and we get so busy making plans that we no longer know what it takes to lose ourselves in simple moments without always being bound to a clear purpose.
This is the problem of seriousness — an entirely passionless state that gets mistaken for maturity


That's it

I don't know whether to call this a come back, or a faltered decision inspired by humans or the current events. But nonetheless, I'll be writing and sharing my perception of certain or uncertain realities. This is the best way to share myself with the world.

Struggles that know no bound
Gave this soul a peek
at a daring reality
a vitriolic beauty
sometimes forgotten
by many

Am a human, left alone to drown
stuck here, and all I remember is that you don't care
It's crazy how I remember you, like a fine nightmare
Like a story stitched, while hopelessly being held onto

Am a poem, scattered, but still breathing,
dying to be remembered while still living
Living in this drudgery times
Where reasons and lunacy seem
to hold the foundation of a desperate fate

Am a poet, drained and maligned
beaten and my hands broken
they said, go hang yourself
and the malice freely poured,
and a broken soul caved into,
the mighty brute
and I promise
Promised never to paint their existence
and with every stroke they were forgotten

Reduced to nothing but a speck
we tried
With every syllable
we tried
With every hand  written poem, slowly drifting to oblivion
We tried