(n.):* the kind of bitterness plaguing your tongue no matter how you drown it in liquor

Shut up, ridiculed,
recycled,
we're pools in the mud.
Nothing good ever comes from
the bullets of guns and the ballots or
ballads of racketeers,
three cheers for the man who uncovered
the plan to cover up this deaf man's ears.

I try to imagine a green screen where the scene playing out is not one seen before, but I fail.
The lies are rewound and we're back ******* the ground while the fat and the rich fly high but when the earthquake comes it's back to the bullets of guns and nothing good ever comes from that.

So it's shut up or put up and come out fighting
the war isn't over yet,
one battle is lost,
more than a skirmish to come,
if you get up and run now you're done now and somehow the bullets fly back into the gun.

I have stopped looking at the clouds
and start staring at cornered walls that surrounds me.

The clear skies that I would dream, wondering the complexities of its heights…

I often believed that the sky would make my dreams come true,
but in reality, all it takes to journey your dream is creating a stepping stone.
You can’t achieve anything without making any step.

I always like to jump into conclusion, fear of failure.
In this case, it hinders the optimism values we always have.

Diving into your deepest thoughts is just like scuba diving without oxygen.
We need to learn how to hold our breaths,  to accept everything
and process every obstacle in the depth of negativity.
For far beyond its deepness, there is light, shiny as pearls.
You’ll learn its wisdom, an insight that will guide you towards reaching any goal…


Written - 09/16/2013
Updated – 04/21/2014