So there’s this woodpecker
He pecks all day
Peck Peck Peck
Peck Peck Peck
Pecks his life away
Ever seen him stop and wonder?
At the glories of the world and beyond?
Did you ever see?
Him staring at a tree
And thinking about Joyce Kilmer?
Nope, can’t recall
Any such incident

So why should I stop
And smell the flowers I don’t see
Why should I write a poem
As beautiful as a tree
When no one else gives a ****

I should be hanging around friends
Rolling joints with the money for my rent
I should be the eternal narcissist
Like the one who sits above
But we’ll come to him later

Right now what I wanna know
Is what gives me the right to control
Everything I see
And everything I don’t
Coz frankly speaking
There’s a lot I don’t know

What gives me the right
To play with someone’s life
And blame it on ignorance?

I thought someone could tell me
Someone could answer
The stupidest question in the world
But if I ask someone
Why they’re doing something
They all say the same thing
Coz everyone else is.

Good.
So now we’ve got that cleared.
I’m doing what I’m doing
Because everyone else is doing what they’re doing
And everyone else is doing what they’re doing
Because I’m doing what I’m doing

To sum it up,
None of us know what any of us is doing
Or why they’re doing it.

Looks like we evolved backwards.
At least the apes knew what they were doing.
Sleep. Eat. ****. Have ***. Sleep.
That simple collection of words got what the people
Who call themselves the brainiest guys in the world didn’t:

Logic.

And I’ll tell you why they didn’t get it
Because they were the birdbrains
Who came up with the idea of a nuclear bomb
Which has really set the bar for human stupidity
No one can surpass that.

Because the ‘logic’ behind the nuclear bomb is
“You give me what I want
Or I’ll blow up your country”

People in the highest position of their respective countries
Spent money exceeding ten times the number of their population
On such nuclear bombs.

Which, in fact, they’ll never use.

True story.
Tell you the truth, I’d rather be a woodpecker.

She said it was alright
When a moment ago
I told her
I didn’t love her anymore

She said it was alright
When a lifetime ago
I told her
I couldn’t live up to her dreams

She said it was alright
When I got down to my knees
To give her an ordinary ring
Because I couldn’t afford anything else

She said it was alright
To any and everything
I had ever dared confess

She said it was alright
Because deep inside of her
Was a love for me, almost endless

It’s true, i could have tried harder
To please her, to love her
To appease her, to deserve her

But i didn’t, and i’ll tell you why
Many a night, i’d seen her cry
Alone and depressed
Confined and distressed
In the familial laws and rules that bind
That told her not to speak her mind
That crush her worse than i ever could
If only, she understood

All i wanted to do was to make her say
It’s not alright and slap my face
Take a knife and stab my heart
For pulling all her dreams apart
But she never said a thing
Bound by all those invisible strings

Perhaps it’s time to end this game
And save her before she goes insane
Save her from this world that binds her
Save her from the veil that blinds her
It won’t be easy but i’ll do my best
Take off her shackles and give her some rest

But she is one from millions in the world
I’ll save one from her prison
But what about the rest?
What about the millions that we blessed
With an eternal veil?
You won’t answer that
Neither will I
After all, who wants to give up a servant
For whom, everything is alright….

Saw a documentary about the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster today, and came up with this:

There's a person waiting for you to come back home
and sleep by her side
She waits for a future with you and her
and maybe an innocent child

You could play all day
and put him on your back
You could see the smile on his face
and spend the rest of your life like that

Do you really wanna give that away?
Do you really wanna give them away?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't **** me for you ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Remember the games you used to play as a kid?
The ones with Superman and the bad guys
You've grown up now and there's no Superman
I'm not so sure about the bad guys

Do you know how many kids are playing
that very game right now?
Do you know how many mothers are praying
for their safety right now?

Do you really wanna take that away?
Do you have any right of playing with their happiness this way?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't **** me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

I'm a man, I'm a common man
A faceless man, an innocent man
I'm walking on the street
Following my daily routine

Can you give me a reason
for killing me slowly?
For killing my parents, my wife, my kids
my friends and my family?

I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you can't
Coz you're the same as me

Please don't **** me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Warmth is fleeting, so they say about cold goosebumps too
It will envelop you; lull you into a false sense of security
And the moment you close your eyes,
All you will have be left to hold, will be a hasty abandon

Your arms will reach out to hold on the last vestiges
Of your fortress, but all the tips of your fingers will taste will be
Dry, thin, humorless air; and you will open your eyes, a sigh
Will escape your lips as you look at the desert, left behind by your kingdom

Falling to your knees, you will lament
Your words, lost in translation, will be carried
By the wind, like a sand dune, to a place where you cannot reach
Because your legs will refuse to walk, to run

But as you prepare to accept your fate
And embrace the cold, winter air
You close your eyes like a child, in his mother’s care
You feel a blast of heat engulfing you,
And look up to see the sun…

There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat

The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)

His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie

The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified

For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.

The smile on her face
And the look in her eyes
Told the world the story of her life

For the one who was meant to read it
The story told itself, gushing out like mountain water

The face that she showed the world
The upbeat, girl with the echoing laugh
Dancing to the latest records
Singing along to Mayer's songs
The face, the smile, all a charade

The face that she showed to him, though
The one she kept hidden in a secret corner of her mind
Was the one she put out in the open
Only for the people she loved
The vulnerable woman, with a need for someone to bank on
For someone to love
It looked up to him to love her back

But he didn't
He tried and he tried
But he couldn't
Couldn't bring himself to love the girl
Who had made him her universe

No one could fault him, though
Not loving someone isn't a crime
But that wasn't all he did
He caused her so much pain just by denying
The love that she craved

Isn't that pain worthy of some twisted justice?

I don't know
And I probably never will
I'm not the girl I'm talking about...

Another tear rolled down her cheek
For he feared
That he would be left alone
Alone in her eyes
Where all of his friends had deserted him
And left him behind
He rolled down faster
And tried with all of its might
To reach to the soft fabric that covered her bed
Where he could see
The stain all of his friends had made
Maybe he still had a chance
To meet them all again
But what wasn’t to be, would never be
He was wiped out in a single swipe of her trembling hands

As she tried to calm herself, and leave her sorrow behind
She hadn’t talked to anyone in days
And the one person who cared
Had vanished without a trace
Unable to bear the solitude
She began to cry
She cried about her existence
Cried because no one was there
Cried because she missed his company
She cried out of sheer despair
She kept this on for a while,
Until her eyes had dried
Wiping her eyes, she looked at his picture
And waited for that final swipe

That would wipe her away
And her miserable life
Just like she had ended it for that one lonely tear…

In the dead of the night
Where the shadows weep
The fate of their masters
Lie at their feet

Where the trees bear fruit
Of a sinister life
It is not the man who eats the fruit
But the animals that eat his remains that die

Where the crows sing
Their cacophony breaking the monotony of the night
Welcoming the unwelcome invaders
Sending chills down their spines

It is in this land
That I will be born
Let the angels scream in agony
Let the stork who brought me
Be torn
Limb by limb

In this land
I will rise and I will rule
In this land shall my son be born
Let him play with the skeletons of the dead
And let him
Crush
God

My home lies in a distant world
Unknown to me
My consciousness takes me there
In times of despair

Where my family is always laughing
And the cook’s always cooking
The birds always singing
And the books always, well, booking

My room lies in a separate part of the house
Hidden away from sight and sound
My bed, the storehouse of my dreams
My palace of solitude

It’s there where I think
It’s there where I dream
It’s there where I write
There where I eat ice cream

But then they came
And placed clocks inside my room
I asked what they were for
“To tell you the time, birdbrain.”

Why would anyone in their right minds
Want to know the time?
I know when I’m hungry
That’s the time I’m hungry
I know when I’m sleepy
That’s the time I’m sleepy

What do I need clocks for?
So I threw the clock out

But they came again
With a bigger clock this time
The kind which doesn’t fit in my window sill
So I gave up
And thought to myself,
“Well, I don’t need it. If it’s there,
Let it be.”

And so it was
The clock kept ticking
Tick tock tick tock
Tick tock tick tock
Tick tock tick tock
Tick tock tick ******* tock

Until the noise of the hand
Was written in my brain
In every song I sung
Every thought I thunk
I couldn’t make the noise go away

It was taking over my life
Telling me what we do
When to eat and when to sleep
And when to do the other stuff that I do

So I broke the clock
And thought it was over
But the world wouldn’t give up
They just couldn’t leave me alone
They came one after another
And put clocks in my room

Every shape, every size
Wristwatches, wall clocks
They even got me
A grandfather’s clock
Until every space inside my fortress of solitude
Was filled with tiny, ticking machines
And every cell in my mind
Became just like theirs

Now I’m one of them
And wear a watch wherever I go
I see the time before going out
I see the time when I’ve to get home

I know what I’ve become
I’m scared of what’s next
I’m scared of the time
I’ll have to put clocks
In the room of a little boy
Who’ll never be the same again.

I looked at her innocent face
the unsuspecting smile
the carelessness of a child
her eyes reminding me
of the love we share
and i sank away
sank away
into a place worse than nothingness
emptier than emptiness
lonelier than loneliness
a place where no man came back from
the infinite abyss of the mind
******* on me like a leech
eating me away
corroding me
until i'm just a lump of flesh
human for all purposes
except one, humanity.

Silence was supposed to be my veil
It was supposed to shield me from the worlds
From the noise of the outside
The thumping, numbing noise
Which creeps up next to you
When you least it expect it
and grows louder and louder
and Louder and LOUDER
UNTIL YOU CAN'T STOP YOURSELF
FROM SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!!!

My veil of silence gave away
but only because all of you let yours down
The collective effort of all you people
Brought my veil down too
And added me to the crowd
The crowd of screaming, chattering zombies

Words will lose their meaning now
And sentences, their coherence
The mind will struggle to keep alive
As I slip into the void
I hope you survive
The Noise

I’ve been sick before
But never quite like this
I came down with a fever some time ago
And now I feel like a fish
Running out of water

I know what’s coming
It’s haunting me like a song
That’s been stuck in my head
And I can’t get rid of it
Coz it’s been there for so **** long
And I want some peace

And I don’t wanna die right now
I’ve much to do
I’ve much to sing
I’ve gotta do so much of everything

And I wanna remain on this earth
Till time ends
Till I’ve made all of my amends
Coz there’re no guitars in hell, my friend

I’ve seen my family
Crowd around me
And talk in hushed voices
I’ve seen them fake smiles
I’ve seen their red eyes
They talk to me like I’ve got other choices
No one should ever go through that

But they’d never give up hope
Even if you’re on your last rope
Never accept you’re truly gone
And that’s when they realize
The true meaning of life
Lies in loss
Rather late for an epiphany

And I don’t wanna give up hope either
Knowing fully well
I just have a few minutes
To sing you one last farewell

So here goes, I hope it fits
I hope it sums up everything
I’ve loved you all
And this is the end
I wish I could have been a better man

I’d sing to you every song I've ever penned
But I won’t,
coz as you know
There’re no guitars in hell, my friends

I see something in your face
That no one else sees
There’s something in your eyes
No one would ever believe

You look up at the world
That looks down upon you
You want to be a part of something
That doesn’t want any part of you

Yet I see
The eternal hate that should have been
Doesn’t exist for
Another feeling that could have been
A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

I can see inside of you
What you really need
Isn’t the love or respect of the world
But something less demeaned

It’s acknowledgment that you crave
For all the sacrifices that you made
For all the hurt you had to brave
Just for being alive

It’s a different world that I see
From the one that you perceive
Yours is forever dark
But doesn’t miss the light

Yet I see
The eternal hate that should have been
Doesn’t exist for
Another feeling that could have been
A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

Out he walked
Into the blue
Into the land
Where the oceans knew
His name
His past
He had come home
At long last

He walked in the fields
That had held him
When he was small
Taking care of him, feeding him
Fending for him, teaching him
The rules of the place where he was to go
The place they called Earth
Where animals thought themselves supreme
And reigned over all that was blue or green
But now he had returned from there
Taken his lessons to reflect on them here
To sit in the place where he had once learnt
And pass on his knowledge back to the earth

From which, there will another arise
His equal in all aspects, but wise
Because he will have the teachings of his predecessor
Along with the knowledge he will gain on his own
And will use it to restore peace to the Earth

Find me a future
Where there’s no history
No records of any man
No family trees
A place where I can be
The man I was supposed to be
A place where I can make my own mistakes
And go on to say,
I was born free

Find me a place
Where there were none before me
A place where I can stay
And build my home
The way I want it to be
A place where I can sleep
Under the open stars at night
And listen to the distant birds
Serenading their lovers, goodnight

To be the first one of a million
Who knows how that would have felt
To be completely alone
Without a companion or a friend
Still, living life as it should be lived
Still, discovering joy in things we’ve never done
A world like this for every man is a dream
A world like this only belonged to one

I dream
Sometimes of the world
And sometimes of other things
That are close to me
Or I want them to be

I dream
Sometimes of a girl
Who life has given nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Except pain

I dream
Sometimes of an empty canvas
I hold the brush
But the only color I have
Is white

These dreams come to me
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
All I know is,
I dream.

There's supposed to be a heaven upstairs
There's supposed to be a guardian angel for everyone
I guess mine's gone on a vacation
I guess she's been long gone

I talked to god about this
He said, don't worry about a thing
She'll be out till the winter lasts
But should be back by spring

I told him I didn't know if I could last that long
I've been doing my share of crying
I told him I needed a sign of some kind
Coz i'm sure as hell not fine

My friends don't talk to me anymore
They've even stopped saying, 'Hi'
And I'm standing there, waving like a fool
Waving my happiness goodbye

Even home isn't different
The loneliness still persists
Here I am pouring my heart out
Not even sure if the ones I call friends
Will read this

Well, enough about me
How've you been?
Must have been keeping busy
To forget the world you once created

I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose
You thought you'd be back in the blink of an eye
You kept to your promise and came back in time
Just to find everything's changed
Everything's changed...

To lose someone, you must first possess them
How do you lose someone who was not yours to keep in the first place?
And if you do, do you have any right to be upset about it?
Do you have any reason to lose all hope and faith
And act like a dead person even to those who are still there for you?
I don’t think you do
And neither do I
But then why
Why can’t I stop myself from feeling this way?
Why do I need them to save me from my sorry state?
After all, it’s not their fault that I turned out to be like this

*Who is to blame?
Who is to blame?