I believe that
Lies begins with
" I'm always good"...
No one is truly good
We all possess a fair of good and evil

I believe that
Trust is a lie
No body ever knows any one
I believe
there's no small lie, big lie, white lie or black as human rationalize it..
The fact remains that you lied... either
For a good reason or otherwise

I believe
You don't ve to hold a gun to ****
Or stab in a knife to ******
a blunt Lie
Can as well ******
Faster than a bullet from a ******...

I believe in what I believe in...
what about you...

As time flies
We only realizes
That each day had been written down
Exactly how its gonna be
And our worries about the future
Is just an inflated tube
That shouldn't even be
Cos as today becomes yesterday
Our worries for one future
Becomes history ...
And the tomorrow we were worried about today
Well,
Become the today we were worried about yesterday....

Sometimes
I hate myself for loving you more than you worked for
Sometimes
I get mesmerize by the things you do...
That makes me scream silently...
Louder than the gunshot
That echoes in a soldiers funeral
Sometimes,
I see you as a living punishment
Because the more I want to go...
The stronger the pain inclines
You made me realize
That the worlds most beautiful lines
I Love you...
Could turn to the worlds most hurting lines
I Love you BUT....
Our been together
Could only be
But a wish

I dunno if I'm sad, happy, depressed
Stressed, gloomy, ill, healthy, pale.. weak
Or strong...
All I know is that
Today, I don't feel like doing anything...
And so,
I wanna remain glued to my bed...

In a long sofa
I lay briefly... outside the veranda next to my granny cozy cat
My thoughts wanders like a reincarnated soul
As I ponder...
Who am I?
I ask repeatedly
To what purpose do I deserve to be called among the humans?

As I lay myself down... Heaven hear me frown...
Neither could my thoughts stop pondering...
Who am I?
What is this tormentors agitations?
That rest on my hearts shoulder
And make me feel as if all had been a dream...
Was I to wake up in a moment?
Who am I?
I ponder still...

My spirit remains awakening
For the search of truth is beyond physical
And the person I am or I'll be
Determines how I set my pace
For the heart has reasons
That reasons itself cannot know...
  
After all,
I'm the master of my fate ....and the writer of my own destiny...
The weaver of the so called Carpet of fate...
And so are you.....

Born in the medievals
The thoughts of many stray
Hidden wishes not made known
Projective techniques can't get but few

The flames of thoughts that consume me
Leaving a slight blisters of ravishing  pain
A capsule of red and black entwined
like a time bomb shell,
It mars our heart

In the corridor of our heart
Some thought strays out
Ugly pleasures of unconscious wish fulfilments
Driven only by our instinct
But repressed deeply by our Super egos ...
An unconscious folks we grew to have
That represses all abnormal wishes,
Deep down into the sub conscious minds...
Like hunches
We back the thoughts no more....

Rickety rocket dock
Lives earn hits the rock
Down wash the drain
My pop stocks
oh been broke really ****.