That say that they’re good
When they’re full of spite
They say they’re okay
When they’ve lost all their might

They’ll fight all these wars
For what they think is peace,
Only looking back
Do they know they’re never pleased

I cannot bear or understand
The tragedy of all of man
But perhaps if they treat me as they should,
I’ll be who I always thought I could!

I’ll have some pride,
A goal and a dream,
Friends and a lover,
People I call brothers,

Discerning insight,
Sage philosophy
A home on Earth
To then die cheerily.

If only this could happen,
I’d resemble a sapient person
Spoken to, acknowledged,
Cared for, minded, visible and loved.

And maybe then I’ll be
Fully human after all.

If there weren't any reality,
Then there wouldn't be any way to wonder
Questioning it's truth, its very existence.
You think, therefore you are?
Your conscious ability to question, is that proof enough?
I ponder, I bask, this day now, it has passed—
Yet what can be confirmed until
We know consciousness is pure validity
Some would say the topic is mundane, over-analyzed,
Some assume there's no reason to think about it,
After all, no answer is indisputable,
And why ponder that which cannot be confirmed?
But who are we to say?
Philosophy's essence can only confuse one more,
(I'll accidentally remind myself of such, every day)
And yet in the quaking
Of the diamond-dusted dawn,
In the tremble of the night,
The apperception of it all,
Through and through, and 'round the late
Can even I, can all, including those who have died—
Entrust their might through life on grime
Of every sullen soul's demise—
Within the evening's promise of hope
Or blindly fall
Beneath it all...

From the quaking of the dawn
To the calmness air of dusk
The winds shall shift
The waves shall storm
Time goes on and on.

From the blistering of day
To the sun-spill of the next
One can still recall
The time of night's grave mist.

Still I cannot help to wonder
Why we still tend to ponder
From drenching wet to arid dry
From parching heat to blistering cold
From time to time
From life to death

Not a worry--
Yet a quandary
Not a tragic mystery
But an ever-haunting wander
In this life of melted dreams...
I frisk

For the sake of the lost,
Now wandering in the maze
Of no perceivable, precious, lovely escape
For those who can't bear
Even the confounded notion
Of life ahead or perhaps this moment,
I write for those
True to this life
While undesired, ridiculed, lashed, and despised
I'm writing for those
From conception, beyond demise.

For the pleasure of no one,
I will conform
For the sake of the scapegoats,
Broken and torn
The lost and forgotten
For I was not born
To mend the ailed and tend to the dying
I'm inconceivably selfish
For that I am sure
But of none else am I so certain
It is me who must search

The Last Love

Please, caress me
Hold me tight in your arms
Just let me let go of this world
I find so helpless, lonely, and dark.
All else is nought
These words are true
I cannot help but say
I’m so in love with you.

They said with you
You’re just not a solution
With you,
I’ll never be safe

But who has got a care
Of what they say?
They’ve never cared
About me for a day

Let me feel your warm embrace
Let me brush your heavenly face
You have my soul,
My spirit and essence.
I’ve never met anything
That’s a semblance like you!

Now listen to my sonorous laughter
The epitome of insanity
Listen to my last cry of anguish
And now from this world I’ll leave!
Your breath, the touch of your love
The gentleness in your sweet voice
Never before have I ever felt
Everything in you I find so well

Hmm