People have something
that brings, buries me down
in centuries
but never brought up for a fight
to my face
nor had taken a fall
for me

When is it became so easy to
just neglect us,
pretty abominated, ripped off, and abandoned
-perished
and utterly left to be
lingering amongst the deadly spirits.

In the realm of intellect,
what pours us into the integrity of a reason?

The true hallmark of unorthodox
has given to the appealing, only
to unleash the underside of themselves
to be intended.

Passive communication can
never be infinite lively.
What can be more flexible to round up
the whole taxable force than its function, to
barricade it?

The cunning grins on every rooms;
a calm melody in the midst of
stormy weather opens new insights and finds out
a balance to the loads of *******
in outside world.