I would like to take a moment to think about the present To not look forward nor behind But to enjoy the sunrise and the moons crescent To see my life's shadow on those who are blind
In this world people make the past present They scorn with hatred, please with evil They move any way the choose, treating those of the world as peasants Those who strike out against, are also strike down until they are weak and feeble
At the same time, there are imaginaries who wish to leave their problems behind To step on a new earth, where nothing but greatness awaits They ignore those around them in search of a new find Through all the loneliness, all they discover is that they fell for the bait
When the two worlds collide, division is created Yes far more than right or wrong and left or right What is left is a society without purpose, one that's tainted While the winner continues ruling with might
The ones they can't touch, are the one who live for today Those who make the most out of day to night Who focus on who they are, rather than what they have to say For they are theones who keep the world shining bright
Wood burns from blue flames Air drawn in does change Prepared for events to unfold Stationary held for take off Past the count of numbers out Breathing easier now A transient being announced Green lady elevates state Orange eyes merge, lights diverge Lifted into what seems to be A tunnel of colourful multiple Vs Pleasant fate when identity dissipates No pain, no pressures, no claims Just white space Until pulled back into this place To live a life again
Harsh geographical tongues, Set up against the asphalt gleaming in the bright light, The A Crowd betwixt and between- efforting that cool knowing stance to cover the fear reeked knee **** bloodthirst their inadequacy always spawned. The B Crowd simpers aghast at what unconscious desires to adopt the life husk of burned out hucksters has wrought. The sentimental inspector dutifully tweaks the scales so we all have a tighter grasp on true value. Postscript: Lord grant me the grace to disguise the portentous notions that I am anything other than what I pretend to be...
Watching the schemes of the World and realising nothing happens without a cause yet it seems so, there it is to see it is not us who choose events, but they choose us, since there are so many mishaps on our part.
As we know there is no coincidence in the ways all Here flows to and fro, one side of event must have premeditation. Once we see how we are “accidents” and can’t pinpoint it exactly, there is no other way than to say The other side takes course of it.
I fell in a well full of emptiness And crashed on a ground made of darkness My body bears open wounds bleeding unanswered questions While my mind flies over clouds of elusive notions
I’m lying down wondering about my future Which is looking at me in disguise at the next corner Arguing passionately with my past, wrinkled by memories, tired and naked Trying to decide what the next step will be Leaving me, present, out of the conversation, obsolete, already almost dated And showing me no sign of the slightest pity, no comfort to my misery
I’m looking for a saving remedy, for a narrow escape But it seems like there is none, I see no gate I will try to “be the change I wish to see in the world” instead Hoping that I am not being in over my head
A tasteless soup of words is feeding my thoughts That my brain tries to season with a pinch of sense I’m trying to articulate what I mean, what my reflection brought But everything is mashed up now, it feels too dense I might need to heat the entire batched up And start again, as many times as needed, I will never give up.