Thousands of generations,
Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities
Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals
Their will to live - the pure essence

As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice
Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained

Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice
When the last threads of humanity are dictated
By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating
Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium

The hypocrisy of the social hivemind
Intellect seeping through luminescent containers
Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts

In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial
In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities
Disguising them as enhancements
As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes
Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically
Resembling maggot infesting their corpses

The fallacy of its concept governing the output
In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery
Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat,
Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity
Remains in the soulless remnants of a man
Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity

I sought the stars
with wild, hopeful dreams
to only come up short
& break the cheshire moon

My childlike heart
now beats with  a cynical clink
& the sky is barren
where light once shown

jilted, tilted, scorned
reckless laughter flows from my lips

as you try to weave through your words
                                 without bothering to look behind
                                as i breath again the familiar scent
                                thinking 'please, if you don't mind'

if i could just picture a perfect story
                                                           ­        of us last night
                                                           ­                                      intertwined
if you will just let me
                                          for one last time
                                                                            just be blind    

                              but for this particular moment
                                        let me be delusional                                           
                                          let's make a deal

                                           because cliches
                                   fairytales and love stories
                                      **those weren't real

I'm a wounded dreamer
turned willful cynic
who rejects
the stained and shattered ideal
that anything earthly can be perfect.

And yet...

that night
under the lights,
those
mere
couple of minutes
in your arms
swaying to the music-
nothing could have made that moment better
which sounds an awful lot like perfection
to the ears
of this
wounded dreamer.

when i am craving
something to keep my mind off
you are always
in my space

when i am craving
nightmares instead
of waking up at all
you are always
in my eyes

tears fail to come
keep me company
these storms are every day
counting on me
when i am craving you

when i am craving
careless to say
anything
for myself
i forget for a while
how to feel at all

when i am craving
being alone again
i am carrying
the weight of you

i thought the sky cleared
out from my eyes
monsoons still passing by
under different roofs

did i omit to say
i dreamt of you?

Living a Vegan Lifestyle
Must be real nice

But it’s really funny
because poor can’t afford to eat like Vegan
So it’s true, survival of fittest
Cuz if you don’t eat like Vegan,
You need to supplement with other resources
With dying pigs and chickens in
Hell Farm that’s what we call it
We all know about it
They bash in chicks head

But it’s really funny
Cuz even we know about it
It’s hard to change our habit
Despite the obvious animal
Cruelty, amongst everyone
People seem to be against it
It would ruin the fundamental of
Mass production and consumerism,
So the fault is it in all of us

But it’s really funny
Cuz no one want to take the
Blame we shove it in to the
Invisible man’s ideology of our time
So who we ask ourselves
Who’s the culprit and start
Pointing finger to a scapegoat
But we all wear the blame
Literally I’m not kidding

But it’s really funny
No one really seem to care
Too much greater problem
With Global warming and such
All around the world
Give you headache
Just to think about all the horror
Let’s all be vegan, why not?
And save the world by eating healthy