Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
lily is on the stage
to a multitude- funny and rough
a simple sage..

to tell the truth
the lion in a cage
an ancient youth

in a cynical age
(of never enough)
a lonely maze

off the cuff
and in a daze
in a rage

in a craze-
what is all this effing hate
these lonely days

this division, mates!
this divided way
what to say?

ii

i mean we have information
coming out the *****
cameras that talk

a selection of hamburgers..
what do we want
when we imagined a future

iii

love and computers
there was something to do
there was a cure

we assumed the dilemma
happy our finger tip
pip-pip..

iv

so quick did then become now
i can´t tell you
but i had nothing then

and i had nothing when
and i accumulated the same
and hope is how..
You are a cryer
A manipulative liar
A wicked witch
A nasty *****
I will not understate
these are
Your good traits.
You leave a trail
Of  disaster
There’s no
stopping
You as you
get faster.
Nitroglycerin runs
Through your veins
If I get to close
I will suffer the pain.
Yippee .
The  furrows of Life
 
The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main
the road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off to
the main road getting. The way had three furrows, two
caused by a narrow cartwheel and one- much wider- from
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy on my
way to school, I tried to walk where the horses had trod
the soil was softer there, the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that last had pulled
a cart here if the load had been heavy
A useless knowledge, I often wonder
Why do I remember it so clearly
like a black-and-white photo?
Lately, I have been remembering this dirt road
the people and animals
I often wonder if there is a message here
I have overlooked it.
The healing
is in the silence-
you needn't struggle
nor engage in thinking
It's not enough--zeal-
you need faith, patience
consistency and steadfastness
at your very heel
there’s always two sides to a story
yet there is no shape with just two sides
so when you shape your story
you’d need to tell another lie
🐶😽🦊🐊🦎
WHAT ANIMALS THINK ABOUT US

Thought a dog, though they bark like me, mankind is very far from being faithful

Wondering was a cat, they have enough food, yet, just like me, they steal

A fox said, " I am shocked! Men are much more cunning than I am, n most ungrateful too"

A croc felt disgusted, when he saw a man attacking another, stabbing his back

A Chamillion was amazed; *** how can a man change so many colors n that too, so efficiently n quickly!!!

We seriously need to rethink n reconsider; is this our decline??? Shouldn't we improve???

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Next page