I don’t see
The meaning of hate
If  X is part of
The alphabet
 
While Y is the
Question that follows after
 
As A,B,C,D,E
Are the multiple choices
You got out at sea
 
When team Q , aRe
S, T and U
 
While M is the                                                              ­            
First set of twins
Cloned from N
Thus V and W
Followed the trend.
 
Well the sky
Seems to be the limit
For K,L and M
As I is for I
And I alone (I am the being).
Although I got a thing for Q
 
Thus Z played a
A clever game
Zipping up the show
 
For the audience
F,G,H,J, O and P
Pleased from the performance.

©Hansmind, 2018

PART TWO:

Open your eyes it's much safer
Before walking to a ditch deep
As the depth of hell
The world is not a horror
It is for we make it one
Put on your torches
And light your way out


The smallest of situations
Lead us to fear
Back to the dark
And in the ditch we go

Each lesson is a mark
And step to mature
The needle and thread
Never mends the broken heart
The pieces missing do
Put back to their spaces

That whistle endless with the wind
As it passes swiftly through
Judging us as heartless
And empty bottle *******

Ignorance and neglect we walk with
As for we cannot see it
For we refuse to open our eyes
Neither follow the light
At the end of the dark
Out of the fear
Of failure and understanding
Of the misjudged world

Hard to accept the truth
From the ones who see
In the dark we build a
World of imagination
Only to find we cannot
Co-op with the world
As our corpses
Are closed into darkness
For an eternity
Unable to fight out of the dark
As the light fades away
And wish we grabbed the chance
To success

A WISE WORD TO THE WORLD I SAY.....TO LISTEN

©Hansmind, 2015

PART ONE;

United we should stand
Up and down
The top peak of the hills
Under  the deep blue seas and oceans.
A WISE WORD TO THE WORLD I SAY.....TO LISTEN

Lets open our eyes
Followers we have become
Morals we lack
Even the blind have a strong stand to live by,
United we should be
A  chance of change and support
The bright light is the key to our success
Oh close it is  from our reach
The right choice at our control
Clearly we will see.

REFRAIN :verse one

Divided amongst ourselves,
War we create amongst ourselves,
The innocent suffer in fear
To an agreement should we come
For the peace we cry for daily
Our minds we can control
Lost they are in the misleading
Lacking the creativity and brilliance
To build a better world of peace.

REFRAIN :

Lead by the unwanted in society,
Corrupt we let rule our lives  
The  right and brilliant we reject
For  the truth we all refuse to accept
But live a life of lies and torment
Hardworking we all will be and can
shortcuts we run for to succeed
Only to regret the consequences in the future
We corrupt our future
Refuse to a change
For the morals and civilization of the civilized
We need to build.

REFRAIN :

©Hansmind, 2015

A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.

I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.

For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?


Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways

For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.

For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL

Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…



Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.

Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.


Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At  bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates

Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.

For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”

As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.

Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.


PS: Life has gone digital
       Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
                                     Yours truly;
                                       Is to be the ONE.


©Hansmind, 2016

They said,
I live amongst the unseen,
I run wild like a gray cloud
That rains sunshine
And hope under the storm
That a mob could cook up,
But the smell only tickles from the chimney top.

They call them the cowards and humble
Who live like flowers that blossom to pieces
Left, to ripe and continue to flow the cycle.
My existence was just but human,
Full of lust like a desire to have the thigh of a chicken
So tender I knew what love was not,
I saw a vision to a time I tell you.
I…
Existed to feel the blood only pump through my veins
With no will to testify,
I lived amongst the disturbed and unseen
I was displaced in the odds of the truth of life you could not get a glimpse of.
The color of an apple is nor dripping red, like *** on the edge on a hot chilly night
Because I was just but human to the point
It was indeed.

As my father once told me
Fear is a friend while hate is a story,
Concur your weight and curve the other to your imagination
And see like the rest
Be the coward like the snakes that slither
Around you like emblems they desire,
Humble yourself to the sky
For there is no limit and soar like the wind for
You’re not the bird that follows but
Understands that life could be history
And you will forever be
JUST BUT HUMAN!

1000 Signatures.
Poet Kiri.


©Hansmind, 2017

I betrayed myself,

I stand grounded in chains 10x my weight not knowing what the judgment will be

What a life I tell you of a young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced.

I betrayed my ancestors,

For I was certain I was to be with them soon,

Though this simulation seems to want to add another 25 to life to my sentence,

How heavy of a debt is betrayal to yourself and those in the life before, now and the spirit planes.

A Genie granted my first wish of peace, success, growth, positive blessing and wealth in abundance in all aspects of
My life for me, my wife, my family and those who impacted our lives in positive and healthy ways.

For I now have two left

I hope that the judge sees my innocence and grants me my freedom to be me and true to myself.

For I must deliver a message (warning) to my creator of his death before we part ways in this life

As Socrates once said during breakfast where I couldn’t help but listen in before his last sip “Make your Ideal a reality or slightly preferable your reality ideal”

For this life is full of uncertainties, and on this ground which I feel the vibrations of all,
And the light shine through the other side breaking the walls of the universe,

My betrayal is what eats and taunts my soul,

For I betrayed myself for belonging, for family, for love, for friendship, for enemies and for the this simulation I called my world

I should have answered the call of the stars earlier and joined my ancestors in spirit planes

What a life I tell you this young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced

I am ready to pay the price and give this endless cycle a new life, under the sun that has evolved and changed but never offered anything new but the illusion of it.

Justice is karmas favorite nephew

Even to the innocent,

You are the light that they refused to accept and cursed you the black sheep,
As they Sat in the Darkness in Awe of the delusion this simulation premiered in repeat,

Unaware of the cage,  inside a cage.

What are you responsible for?

In this simulated game of chess ♟

WHAT A LIFE FOR A YOUNG MAN KNOWN AS KIRI

BY: POET KIRI
©Hansmind, 2022.


Ps:

To: My Ancestors,

       I seek your forgiveness and guidance in this life, for I may live to immortalize you for the growth and success of our families, Children, future generations and those who need our help in this simulation.

        I am sorry I betrayed you 🙏🏾.

Yours Truly;
A young man named Kiri

In and out many walk
Change with time
Distant we grow
Closer we brought the loyal

At the end we are
The finish line we see
Along way have we all come
From the start as it is known

Young we were
The days were joyful
Not much was to be worried
Soft laughter surrounded
Oh happy were we for this new stage of life
Although small did we grow to the giants we are now

Many were lost and busy losing
As the bell tormented
As the clock had began ticking
Serious up and down we ran
Abiding to the sound  of the bell
As we held our future at stake

In love did some fall
Only to find themselves  in a ditch
The bright were ruthless
For their competition is endless
Only the shortest faint of  laughter filled the air

Mature we are now
Gathered with experience
From a far the finish we see
As we share memories
Of our past days
Funny they were
Depressing they grew
As we wish to relive the moments
With our fallen soldiers

A hand we lend
To those we care for
And lost in society
For the finish is close
Giving up is not an option

Encouraged amongst ourselves
Our friends of loyalty stand beside us
As we stick together till the end
Abiding by the bell we are not
For we prepare for the future
And the greater bell awaiting

Engrossed in our books
Knowledge we acquire
As we take the final step
The clock is ticking faster
The serious and senior we are
The schoolies we have become

The future we plan
Oh bright it all looks to some
The fun that awaits
And the hardship of the harsh world
Success is what we all look toward
For the best of wishes to others

As we cross the finish line
To the start of another race
No longer do we abide by the bell
That tormented us for an eternity.

©Hansmind, 2015

I quote a quote
That puts price on freedom,
Ever wondered
If words had a price
Would nonsense be affordable,
Or either be a
World of critics?


The world changes
Day by day to it we owe a debt
In life we have a price tag
All at the stack to numerous
Qualities.



The window of opportunity no Longer exist,
Opportunities lack in the mist
That many only dare to explore,
To survive we live
To read between the line.


There's a catch to life
In this second hand world
Were we live to die by the trend,
Yet nothing works to perfections.


That a ***** little secret
Is much sweeter
Than the TRUE value of words.


We're eating from a tipped table
To succeed an accomplishment
Is worth nothing,
Unless they are accomplishments
Whereas we barely get anything
Of our sweet fruits of success
Devoured by the greedy,
Yet they struggle to get in touch with reality.


In this world
Much can get you by
A quote of inspiration,
A valid dream,
Or the billions of wars  
We fight in a day to
Come out victories either  
Defeated.


It’s a cruel world but,
Yet we have to remember


I quote a quote
“Nobody cares what you have to say
Unless it important"
Yet nobody cares what you do
Unless you’re making a change
In their lives and the world.


BY; POET KIRI
STATUS RATED ®.

©Hansmind, 2015

Am not just saying
But sharing .

I share a reason
With one
And many
A similarity
With those whom
Understand / understood.

Patience has a measuring
That can get you drunk
Within this cup,
Thus mugged along the rims
Of the stars you see now
In a parallel world
not much a far.

That the silence
Whistles a song
To the wind,
In a room
Barren of life.

Another round
Waiter, waiter
A-weight  my order.

Am getting tipsy
As a song plays back
My I-tunes
I don’t play around with numbers
As nine, eight, seven
Fear ran along
The murderous number line
Revenge was 7 (seven) letters exact.

As My measuring cup
Was to full too
Rely on a detective ,
As human rights laughed away a pun
The digits playing with us now
As the digits kicked up cost of death to the human race.

Am still in a pickle
About the one
After one short year
I fell ill/short of perfection,
So I thank a sin
For as  culture needed a place
In the universe to settle
For the decade.

Waiter,
A-weight  the
Burden of the cups
Full of tips,
Yet mine tips
On the edge of the margin

To the likes
Of inspiration,
They too have lived
On the top of the
Edge balancing a-weight.

©Hansmind, 2015

May you let me READ ALOUD to your soul.
 
Trust me
So we can find love
And share the mirror
I see through
 
For it is never a hawkers game
But,
A key to the many that
Let's us be one for eternity
 
For a white lie
Isn't strong enough
To win a game of poker against it                                                                          

Where's your mind
When beauty is your agenda
Or was the cover of the book too
great to read on the suspense
That now laughs aloud in your conscious
At you.
 
READ ALOUD may I continue
Or is this such
Of the many tales
You read  as a child
That let life blind you
With all its folds.
 
If so let me correct you
As I now
READ ALOUD mine to you.
With the simplest of  words
 
That I would like to read a book
Of many genres
I will love and
Forever think of for eternity  (life at death)
And write one back that you will too
Kicking fiction off the shelves
With a bestseller
Which we will read to the joy of our hearts
and one day we shall tell the story
Beyond us and this bubble of a wall.
 
As it will be in the best of cursive
Furthermore a script
That makes fantasy
Think twice before writing itself.
And end with THE END.

Truly.

©Hansmind, 2015.

If I found I,
Then who are you?

If I found my demons,
then where are my scars?

If my Eyes are the window to my soul,
then where are the blinds, to keep my house in order.

I know a story of a master
who let his servant rule his estate,
now he is a prisoner in a dungeon
of his making, a servant to the servant.

one needs another
yet another needs one.

Its chaos, chaos,  peace, chaos.
what a lovely tune, in working sync with life. 
 
I had a childhood friend
once upon a time,
He found his peace in the dark
I found mine in illusions
what can I say my imagination
was of his doing....

I am now an empty canvas staring back at one myself.
I wonder if he is still alive,
I could use his wisdom right about now.

I am a man of my word,
And I plan to play God,
Because I am.
I know history hasn't been kind to my kind
But it's called playing/being Professional.

It's a facade
RULES WILL BE BROKEN

©Hansmind,2019.

Time has a lot to tell....

I wonder with age

Which  holds more relevance
The pleasure of thought or the dangers of feeling?

I am a fool but I can tell you,
that history is due to repeat itself.

We desire revenge
BUT NEVER
dig the grave we will lay in.

Change is inevitable and
so are the laws that govern death.

Do you understand...

Time has told us a lot, DON'T YOU THINK?

©Hansmind, 2017

Trust
Always a wish I dreamed of
From my birth to death and soul
With only one lie changing everything
In a blink of an eye
For the wind to blow it
Away into the strong and fierce plains
Full of trees and wonders
Leaving me searching and wondering
How to regain my trust
Until then they would never believe me
Even though I say the truth.


A WISE WORD TO THE WORLD I SAY.....TO LISTEN.

©Hansmind, 2015