God
No feat, without a shared liberty
Dote or dole, saviors are our nod
Bared eyes of justice, took anarchy...

Sense beyond a horizon
Speed is a gift, if given lit
Poor days of callous seem, a more won
From the exaction of you, your wisdom and wit

Wishes for little futures
Are mine, mind the pace of hate
Pale was its name, a done so curious
Furious in flight, and a soul so late...

Look with your many, a might's heart
Is a single love, sat before me
In the darkened eyes of worlds, is a start
To live better than love has a right to be...

The nature of children
With further power, I know a spirit's fun
Let like a grace was, the truth of the wind
Spare to will, we will know it's life for one...

Tender strength, sender's excuse
A sneeze to reach to tomorrow
Avid, we determine a silence was...
A house of compromise, sincerity, and willfulness, to borrow...

Burden yourself with a memory, some other dainty...
A question thought liberty, driven by the wind
Has visited me, in the couth of decency's charity
Simple lessons of anger, and the angel of succumbing kin...

Redoubt is my only defense...
Pied, or provided a callous soul, the taint?
I seek is a lip with no meaning, meant in the essence
We direct to such, a season of wishes, we compare to ain't...

Anarchy in love, the thought to reason
Anarchy in though, the times found me a shown few
Anarchy in decision's, a guarantee of blinder moments
Anarchy in ascertainment, a host of wisdom to look at you

A yawn with no future...?
As shrewd as furious days make a prayer, a seclusion
Catching mine, in measure and deliberate other, is a cure
Forces in voices, and the rationality of mercy; loves only intrusion?

Psyche
Can I have my weight in gold, a tarter heaven?
So wished for, so washed of another fight...
With heaven, to remember succor in forms of resolve to come by, loving...

who the **** knows how an alien would view us

terrified, at the awe inducing power
we've wrestled from the world
and the lack of respect we have for it

mortified, at the sheer opulence
we've dug out from the earth
and that the many shall never see

inside, we all know
that anything makes more sense
than a perspective that rung
even neutral

Sky is vast
besides
painted in
blue opulence.
But the eyes
are on
the small earth!

“Bound by banks of time, a zillion years had passed before you and a zillion years yet to come; but in this timeline, we never met a GOD as he is a cup of delusion and so don’t fear the sacrilege, if you decide not to drink from that cup since bustle of civilization thrived without him and will continue.” After the speech I silently retired to my room and bowed.

scuttled the true faith
and celestial opulence -
I beg Your mercy.

We dream
we want
the awards you take
We dream
we buy
the hypocrisy
We dream
we want
the new days you describe
in your speeches

The soap box betrays you

Twitter. Tweeting. Facebook. Facade.
Insta. Instant. Dopamine rush.

If you could separate your self from the stage,
that would be great.
-- but if you're going to make a political statement
while accepting an award for your humanity,
you might want to think about what your
individual actions tell the world about you.

Who will listen?
Who will ask?
Looks like money once more
takes the last laugh.

You were awake
when I entered,

you're
           telling
                      me
                            now
­you've been asleep
                                 this
                                       whole
                                                  time?

Pe­rfect -- because I have, too

Now, you can release me,
                                             I'll
                                                 release
                                                         ­    you