From a region of blinding light,
To a state of lightning blindness,
All gone quickly out of sight,
As brutish power is only hidden weakness.

I have offended many,
That did not deserve any apology,
And attracted a few,
With loveless methodology.

Cacophony of colours,
Bombastic bedlam,
Deafening distortions,
Onomatopoeic obfuscation;

All a mumbo,
And annoying jumbo,
That thingamabob,
Or is it a thingamajig?

Things we barely pay mind,
Stuff dancing around the mind's corner,
Clutter of confused emotions,
Just there, causing misdirection.

But why are women like this?
Mother never wants to let go,
Wife wants mother-in-law out,
In the middle, without a clue.

For,  against; for, against; for, against,
The tension in the air is thick with anxiety,
A date with destiny, set in palpable angst,
Many people with reasons as diverse as society;

To some it is time to pay back the man,
The very same one that did the same,
A decade back when things were much better,
That same oogle-eyed, bespectacled quiet gangster;

To others a means to let off steam,
In the direction of everything, anything,
Not awake, not even in a trance,
Just flowing with tide of vociferous war chanting,

And yet some others just belong one team,
Having a singular motive to cause disruption,
Believing in no other way to realise the dream,
Of a a group of people united by a decent nation;

In response, the government of the day,
Seem to have dropped their breaches to ankle,
Stumbling along with weird interventions without delay,
Ambling this way, that way, like a lost and drunken uncle;

Every where there are armed, cutely kitted security forces,
Many of whom were previously missing where the action is loudest,
You wonder whether these ones live a different reality?
Perhaps in an alternate universe where costs are cheapest?

It is barely twenty-four hours to march off,
The government side-eyeing a list of demands,
Drawn by a determined cross-section of delinquents,
It is all, now, or nothing, forever!

Life is but temporary,
Whether ordinary,
Or with affluence,
What's left is the essence;

For there was a confidante,
Whose opinion was sacrosanct,
Loathed by not a few,
Loved by others that had no clue;

In him was the ruler most pleased,
To direct and plant the right seed,
To direct the affairs of state,
While staying in the light of his shadow.

Soaring from the ground,
The elemental sits atop the realms,
Though it may not be profound,
Yet wields the greatest might to lead the kingdoms.

Suddenly,
Unexpectedly,
Sadly,
Unbelievably.

They offer a seat at the table,
Something quite irresistible,
Far enough not to contribute,
But close enough to be seen;

This of oft the fate of faces,
Of people with loud consciences,
That appear to be with the people,
But only bidding time for opportunity.

Higher life form,
Lower form of life,
Might is right,
But what right has might?

Online, everywhere,
But with great convenience,
And accessibility anywhere,
Comes with even greater vulnerability.

Everything in its place,
In this peaceful space,
Being here by special grace,
Something no devil can ever replace.

But here I am,
But why can't they see me?
But I'm as human as can be,
But this ain't fair, ****!

And off he goes,
Leaving behind their tales of woe,
Forgetting life throws,
The ultimate, final, decisive blow.

Something is broken,
Inside of the people,
They'd **** for a token,
And jump on any ripple.

A man whose time has come,
His darkness shines brighter than the morning,
Shadows are always running,
As success is the new morning.

All smiles as she sways toward him,
Asks if he knows the gym,
The one his wife frequented,
Same one the trainer befriended.

All my love, I invested in us,
Only for you to betray my trust,
You promised forever, and ever,
But all that didn't matter;

Because you fed me lies,
Treated me to grand deceit,
Brought me out in the open,
And told me our love was broken.

Suppressed by fear,
Chained by shame,
Then came fame,
And forced all to hear.

How we clearly see,
When the darkness draws near,
For the unknown spreads fear,
Of what the other side could be.

When I pour the contents of my desperation,
Upon the tormentors of my miserable existence,
Only one outcome is surer than eternal damnation,
They will never stop paying recompense.

It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

Rolling in the hay,
Bright, with warm laughter,
The picture of the us together,
It was magical, in every way.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

Broken, down,
Or whether it be up,
Before you toss that top,
Stop! Is that a clown?

When children dream,
Where are they?
Sleepy laugh suggests a realm,
Where all they do is play.

Sometimes the unknown delivers,
What the known cannot,
Many times the known disappoints,
Where the unknown comes through.

Of my happiness,
Absolutely nothing,
Utter senselessness,
To even think you're something.

Clothed in this hot thong,
But how did I see?
My mind stripped her long,
Oh, ****! My zipper came free!

My insides guide me,
Tell me what and when,
Whether before ten,
Or well past three.

Carroty hair,
Ginger beard,
Hour glass figure,
Snow White teeth;

Wait...what?
There are no children starving?
Adults living in cartons?
Nations rising against nations?

Any death diminishes,
One less of our humanity,
Whether remote or personal,
Be known or unknown;

But this one hit home,
A favourite of mine,
A screen gem, no doubt,
Taken, too quickly, without goodbye.

Block to block, to block,
The greens have no luck,
You can get limestone for a buck,
Or ****** grey outcroppings that actually ****!

Charly, Romeo, Alpha, Sierra, Hotel!
A wakeful night,
****! What the hell!
Almost took 'em all on a flight!

The parts, in unison,
Every of them, one,
Contributing toward the overall,
Each conviction melting into the other.

Peeled of all identity,
Suffers untold ignominy,
Uprooted from the soil that he was birthed,
Now enjoys the luxury a notable deathbed.

They act one way,
But reveal another,
They say good today,
But really do not bother;

Thiers is a milky mirror,
Reflecting good intentions,
Whereas behind the door,
Lay unimaginable tribulations;

Once out of the womb,
The state clothes poverty,
People pay their way to the tomb,
Accompanied by all sorts of uncertainty;

Thus empty husks await,
Liberation at the borders,
Stuck here, tolerating what fate,
Over there, better opportunity reorders.

Whence art thouest from, oh son of perdition?
For mine ***** knowest thine not,
Ye have tarnished thine heritage,
Even if nothing good ever came thereof.

In the cold of loneliness,
I have suffered neglect,
Dislocated from your love,
Everything has become misaligned.

Hotter than better parts of hell,
Heathens know not to fraternise,
It's haram to try, even to modernise,
Holier than the devil's backyard, everyone can tell.

Here we are,
And you, over there,
Between us a misconception,
But alas! we destroyed the only interpretation.

Come, to those that wait,
Hear me, consider fate,
If, truly, you have faith,
Work, quickly, before it's too late.

Mindless stumps of evil,
Blind to reason,
Delivering unearthly destruction,
Holy justice.

Running my tongue over grime,
Unpleasant coarseness meets the senses,
Wall to wall discomfort,
Nothing prepares for a very stinky affair.

The earth is a prison,
No place to go,
Other than to the grave,
Down, down, down below.

She floated on my consciousness,
She danced on my hair strands,
She veiled me with ***** darkness,
She taunted me with ghostly waist bands.

Spring, wilted rose,
Why she was taken,
Nobody knows,
Too much sorrow, to take in.

Cloaked in the guise of integrity,
This devil gives no ****,
Blood and sorrow are his philosophy,
And behind that toothy grin, a sinister plan;

Greet all with an indifferent silence,
Never utter what cannot be referenced,
Keep all prying eyes behind the fence,
And curious cats be early silenced;

They pooled the sheet over their senses,
Sold the idea mainly on mendacity
Not many saw through their pretenses,
And foretold of an untold atrocity.

Power down our differences,
Let our potential flow,
Light up our preferences,
Pray, let our love life glow.