Mankind!
who dares stand up
and declare
man is kind
the vilest two-legged monster
who leaves trails of pain and suffering behind?

man -creature of the worst kind
he should be defined
as ' the most unkind'
to goodness and morality-blind

evolution--what evolution
when it brings but destruction?
progress-what progress?
all that **** sapiens does
is to maim and oppress
and hopes of a brighter dawn
fade, wither and die

every future generation
will write
about man's inhumanity and madness
and weep
as no redemption
is in sight

civilisation has collapsed
as man
is  wicked
cruel
and perpetually
un-kind

There is really a person who can only see those people who he/she loves and didn't love him back. But  never appreciate those people who really loves them . Because he/she is blinded by his pride. Blinded by those things he/she wants.

some mornings were made of dirt and some were coated in ash; it all depended on who counted the creases in the sheets slinking over the other's body & waiting for a frost to kiss the window pane. ERROR: IDIOSYNCRASIES DO NOT EQUAL HAPPINESS.

he told you your hair was like fire when you were in bed together but he didn't specify whether it was when you were on top or tucked beside him  so you cut it short and called yourself a fairy. ERROR: HE LIKED HIS FINGERS AS TANGLED AS HIS THOUGHTS

you always hung back behind him to watch the way his eyes would scan a room and his body would graze the corners of other sharp edges of skin because body heat always took your breath away. ERROR: YOU WERE NEVER THE FIRST THING HIS EYES WERE DRAWN TO.

but, oh god, there were so many colours everywhere he took you that you forgot how it felt to be drowned out at midnight and to be touched by only ice. ERROR: THE CEMENT STILL BLOODIED YOUR KNEES BEFORE SUNRISE.

you'd gotten so used to loosing your senses & drinking in the light, when he finally stopped paying attention you put yourself back together with yellow stitching. ERROR: HE'D ALREADY TOUCHED THE SUN. ( error 404: love requested cannot be found.)

pull back the thin veneer
of pretense that obfuscates
this holiday season
profuse excuses of joy and peace
are hollow and brittle and leave
bitter proof of our lackluster compassion

expose the specter
of greed
dormant in capitalism
vestiges of a dying culture
the refuse of an apathetic
American people numb
to the trauma inflicted
by megalomaniacal leaders
consent given implicitly
in the complacency of obedient conformity

will we refuse to acknowledge
the stains on our hands this Christmas
red liquid misting our faces
bloodlust and endless war
there’s no
rhyme or reason
to these
sycophantic intonations
deafening these words of treason
in vain attempts to assuage guilt
with endless iterations
of false hopes and puny gods in
brainless trying to defy reality

we belie our true intentions
our self-serving obsessions
and inane consumption
hazes of the mundane  
in suburban graves

if the greatest gift is giving itself
we won’t find solace in the holy temples
of strip malls shopping centers
and corporate retail palaces
a Friday as black as our fractured hearts
witness the death of humanity
choking out all we were
grateful for the day before