Some people enjoy complaining
It makes them happy to gripe
But who complains about the complainers?
I’m even going to complain about the word complain, complain, complain, complain. It’s annoying.
Do we feel better now? Sure do.
My head asks what is the matter
My heart does not know the trouble
The sun shines more brilliant
The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows
Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers
The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide
My mind asks and the world responds
The love appears and the peace governs
The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines
it greets these were killed
and accuses these killings
Even the most powerful supports
Even the world tries to close his eyes
The freedom opens its arms
For long hugs for these downers
For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures
Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down
They will complain to the God for this unbalance
The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
the world watches the killing of Palestinian and says no word.
Every good is dying species
It is rare to find something nice.
It is too late in the living
And I have stopped believing.
There is a creep around every corner
Comes out when naive comes closer,
Changes them to face harsh facts
No one's innocence is intact.
It is lack of justice and law,
Not fast with many flaws.
Lack of security in many places,
discrimination in gender and races.
Everything to consider even,
Odd to think as human.
For a difference of opinion,
No need to show the gun.
Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV
No consequence and no liability
I say my thoughts out loud
I have lot to complain about.
Every beauty is filled with ugly
Covered up nicely
Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view
We sell the same old as brand new.
In the immense serene life
The world is unreachable
The fullest is a small me
For numbers bigger than infinity
I give so little, less than my capacity
I get the same back, why I complain
Waste more time in disdain
Cribbing about unfairness
Comparing me to them.
My stomach is in a knot
Because as my lips are being traced by yours
My name is on the tip of your tongue
But you don't spit it out
You complain about the song
Love loving -
Because you will also
have a lot of it.
It's up to you -
I said I wouldn't write about you
but who am I
to strip myself of what makes me live
in art I've surfaced my own sins
and some of yours.
I've taken space you've asked of me
needing to blockmyface
my name into your skin
in a quiet champagne trip and
Take a sip.
If it's "poison" that touches your lips
THEN you could've skipped
flipped me onto the piles of rubbled glass
torn from your walls
placed carelessly cornered or left simply to fall
some contorted reverse
though my heart refuses to pin you as
when these colors emerged
Two Years of swells i Chose to forget
each time that i stayed when I knew
i should've left.
When Everybody told me Better was Mine
I wouldn't give in to believe that your heart was
From the moment I knew I'd clutched your stairway-ed arms
Ease My Ailing,
sweaty palms in driver-ed cars
Kermit Ruffins and philly beer bars
roller coasters, Christmas lights
endless pen-streamed journaled binds
An unopened book
pages still blank
more than a stitch to ease the pain of your name
though i mustn't Complain
...and I still can't Rejoice
But I'll watch the sunrise through Uncommon windows
trace folds of your fingers -- sweet struggled wake on your pillow
and dance foreign waltz in clipped black-wig nights
plated sweet nourriture to watch your delight
Watch you dance decorated as I set in Pride
hold me to standards --yet bend when I'm Right
Speak to me softly in quiet teared nights
tell me I'm beautiful when femininity cannot find
Drape me in curtains of love and Security
Fit so Securely in the curves of my body
Smile in shyness--like absence of tongue
as your cheeks lift to hide your eyes
in thin rungs
Gold plates of your stomach and skin over hips
saying my name through pleasurepursed lips
Pounding the pavement in carouseled times
not only Read, but Returned all my rhymes
The fortress is daunting
I'm brooding and swift
Sometimes the brick slips but the flips never Switch
So if russe folk dances and stealing lost tea
causes your coldness, just slightly, to bleed
Remember what I did
--to, your troubles, ease
Don't say for this new year I didn't
Prioritize your Needs
MARRY THEM, by all of all means
i never pushed you to choose, instead, me
I've learned my doors close,
i woke to realize
when those i thought open I faced and
because nothing matches the pulses and start
--the warmth in my chest when your palms
press my heart
that's why with your Run i cannot understand
feelings and highs
I never demand - I never imply
but im also neverwrong
and i can't shake
You and I.
" They come hurt me and go! "
" But some stay,
hold you in your hard times,
only love and never leave. "
She added with a smile.
there is a knock on the door
in the dead of night
trying to **** you again
With stories of folklore
A chaotic unity
Are you a knight?
Or will you complain?
Take a leap,
Or are you too cheap?
We grumble about the people
Who doesn't admit their mistakes!
We judge the people
Who does admit their mistakes!!