Looking for inspiration
In a desolate dreary wasteland
The same **** just different days spent
Hoping life will finally make sense
Cos I've got bored and aggravated
With the drama I know will unfold
Is this really the end of the road before me I behold?
So I form facts from fiction
To try avoid repetition
Of dreary events to which each week ends
But my yesterdays tomorrow
You know so my yesterday will follow today
A bit like Bill Murray
From that film Groundhog Day
But with a lot less adventure
Or comedic reflection
A script not to question
And no seams between scenes
I'm caught in a dream
I can't see me come free from
Those are the facts son
There's no lights camera action
No glitz and no glamour
Definitely no famous actor
With the hardest tasks keeping track of...
Straight from morning to night
In the flash of an eye
The same simple ending
A yawn then a sigh
Only to wake with a shudder
Butterflies inside flutter
Feeling nothing but gutted
No new day
No new dollar
It's the same as before
As I walk out the door
The same route to work
To live out another day stuck
in my white collar Call Centre curse

I am a little bird.
I aim to soar and fly high up in the sky.
Although I tumble, I always rise.
I long to be free
Of all my pain and sorrows.
I strive to be alive,
And reach new horizons everyday!

I have a song, I have a fire;
I enchant people and fill their hearts with peace, hope, and happiness.
I am content with little,
Yet, I own the whole universe.
I travel the world to awaken
One soul at a time to the call of love!

Hussein Dekmak

If you end up in what feels like a wasteland,
Make positive change.
Sprinkle seeds of promise,
Grow some trees,
Plant lots of flowers,
Invite the melodious birds,
And awaken spring to the call of renewed hope.

Hussein Dekmak

a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.

A.C.

There once was man and a scholar
Seeing a woman though he'd rarely call her
She'd text and want more
But he thought it a chore
What a ******-up commitment teetotaller

Be a green leaf that celebrates life with every new dawn, absorbing a full cup of energy with every sunrise.
Awaken humanity to the call of love!

Hussein Dekmak

The dry tundra calls to you
Whispering a phrase
A memory that flows
In between and through
The forest needle and pine
Something lies beyond
Far past the snow and sterile ice
Over the great mountains
The places of our birth
Nothing more than an inclination
That all we hope there to be
Has not yet been made know
That the secret hidden for ages
Has in turn hidden us within it
Preserving us in a way unseen
That when the time does come
In far flung ages hence
All things might be revealed
And the barren wastes
Turn to fruitful gardens

The end of the line, is in this rhyme!

Hello to those of you listening,
recording all your thoughts.
Quick to answer the call before it's ringing.

Been caught up in between the wires,
haven't chatted with my inner child in a while.
The conversation at times, is caught up
in between the lines.
I laugh about it like it's all but fine. Wait, someone else is ringing up my line.

Depression, so nice of you to call,
thanks for reminding me why I feel so alone.
But I'm going to have to put you on hold.
You're happy to leave a message, straight after the tone.
And I'll be glad to leave it on ignore.

I don't live on people's area codes,
grew up so different from my two older bros.
My route in life has too many crossroads.
As a kid, I was never short a moment
of being weird.
Those cringy moments still haven't been cleared.

Speaking about the kids,

Searching for love, but she tries to test you.
Expecting too much from you, but won't double text you.
Testing my texting,
wasting my reproductive times too busy sexting.
I only know love for the worst expectations, and those hidden intentions.

Not to mention,
we're too busy overspending.
For a love that never replies your message.

Tell me if that's not depressing?

Anyways Mr Operator,
the problems of my mind sound too much like a dictator.
Tell them to call now, but I'll answer them later.

It's about that time,
I cut this call by the end of the line!