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In a world full of escape,
Too less to say, too much to ape

We are too quick to act
But no time to check fact

Is it about freedom or greed
Or just part of another breed?

Maybe its time to look back
Than forward

Introspect, even if they
Call you a coward

Till then, be in your own bubble
For outside is full of hateful rubble
Poets say poetry is superior to philosophy, science, religion
It takes man to higher levels of consciousness
Philosophers say philosophy is superior to
every other thing
It taught man how to think and reason
Guides man in different
Spheres of existence
Scientists say science is superior
It does the real thing
Explains and predicts the course of Creation
Innovates, develops and realizes wonderful technologies, machines, gadgets and medicines
For comforts and welfare of the civilization
Priests say religion is superior
Relieves mankind of pain and misery
Takes man to God's Kingdom for total freedom
All suffer from superiority complex
There's a lot of confusion
O wise men of poetry, philosophy, science and religion
If there is Truth in you
You are complementary to each other
Complementary to each other!
There's sense in every opinion
But are we ready to listen?

Or are we too blinded by
The loudness that glisten?

We are too tiny an entity to spare
But world to the ones who care

There's no division of our beloved sky
Then why my friend, why do we pry?
Started with denial
Too unreal to believe

Then we were lost
No remedy to relieve

With uncertainty & despair
Many are broken beyond repair

But we crawled into acceptance
Built a fort of interdependence

When normalcy seems a far-fetched wish
You realise the time wasted on bigger fish

Maybe its a hint to straighten up priorities
When its life or death,too futile for insecurities
Witherhexis Oct 10
The scales are imbalanced,

As they have been for millennia,

Our time rushed to its end,

Like water off a sheer face,

Life drifted and swung like a pendulum,

An uncertainly guaranteed fate approaching,

At a capricious time and place,

Ticks were counted in reverse,

An attempt to fathom the unfathomable,

False prophets spoke as confidants to the future,

But no man can see to the end of the world,

Not the end, nor the limit,

But all will experience the unseen fall.
For an October goal of writing one project every day.
10/9 Theme: Future
MK Ulton Oct 10
I don’t want to die, but I’m indifferent to live.

I don’t want to join this cult.

But, I don’t want to leave.

They say we need purpose

But what if I was chosen not to have one?

What if my purpose is to make others feel better for having one?

At least they’re not me.

I don’t want to die, but living is not fun

It’s just navigating through things without a map, with no solid truth

And every decision affects you, except you don’t know how

And every decision is haunted with a “what if”?

And every decision is plagued with a “I should have…”

The gods won’t save you.

Psychics don’t know.

And the wise haven’t traversed your waters.

None the wiser.
M C Oct 9
A watched *** never boils
It just stews and spoils
Raw emotion roils
with hidden meaning
that coils inside hats
made from tin foil:
Salute the loyal
All hail the royal
Society demands toil
Cars demand oil
We all carry addictions
Fun  burdens
Potato chips on shoulders
or maybe running when we're older
from the past
or what's ahead
Shatter the lie; we started off dead
Even living is a distraction
Even disgust can be attraction
Nothing is connected.
The world turns by effect from action
Choose illusion resurrected
share life with those affected

Looks like my mind flew the coop
so I'll shut up and serve some soup
Witherhexis Oct 9
A power prompted, a hammer swings,

A coil strikes like a match, agitating a flicker,

A burst of dynamism, kindling of fervor,

Swift expansion, as adrenaline burns,

Isolated fury, with no aperture for relief,

Pressure for freedom, a miniscule brute runs,

Immutable plans launched, ruination inescapable,

Velocity augmenting, blood rushes like lead,

The crack of thunder, a missionary departed,

Destiny and doom controlled by a mortal spirit,

A rise of rage flies, thrill fills the heart,

And then, contact is made,

A soul lies slaughtered, smoking gun left standing,

A world to come, cut short,

By fate controlled in one man's hand.
For an October goal of writing one project every day.
10/8 Theme: Weapon
Rhys Hebbs Oct 7
Ivory towers only seek to alienate;
The ones who cherish an elephants grace.
For those who build their homes
out of the bones
of a dying world
will proudly play their fiddles
as all of the chaos and riddles
of a burning Rome unfurls
RAO Oct 6
Turn your dreams to goals.
Now you're bleeding gold.
This music makes my spirit float.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.

(Pop)
I watch the face on the clock like it talks.
Knock on the gate keepers door like it's locked.
Then I walk on the ocean floor until I'm lost.

Turn your dreams to goals.
Now you're bleeding gold.
This music makes my spirit float.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.

(Ha)
Got the last laugh, It's all I really want.
Like Ponce De Leon, I need every drop.
See the last man standing aint enough.

Turn your dreams to goals.
Now you're bleeding gold.
This music makes my spirit float.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.
Like I'm He-li-um.
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