A soul sourced by forever
decides
if my humanity really does
matter.

Transform my sorrow into gold,
For in the furnace of despair,
Life redefines its purpose,
Crafting beauty from the broken.

The profits, the blessed favours; the prophets and God’s flavours –
toss them all into the cauldron of my existence. May the Lord grant
me the wisdom to remain humble, to embody the spirit of a nurturing
father, a true leader only after learning the ropes of a follower. As I
journey forth, shall I tie those teachings into my path; from the chaos,
shall I pluck my beloved, out of the bunch, to be my favourite flower.

The silence, the powerful peace of power; the pieces of hurt resonate
with a deafening echo of remorse, there’s no need to answer. To every
son and daughter, embrace the legacy bestowed upon you by your
fathers and mothers.  – let the essence of your purpose guide you
steadfastly, no matter where your journey takes you, as you wonder.

Do you remember?
When you told me i am a bizzare monster unable to love
Ugly pig that no one will ever want.
Do you remember?
The day you say you don't want me
The moment when your hands got me bruises
The second when you pushed me to thinking...
I. WANNA. DIE.
No matter how hard i tried to please you and dad
It was always not good enough.
I just wanted you to be proud of me
To love me...
When i was crying in my bedroom, squizing my pillow, pulling my hair out of my head, shouting noiselessly.
I told you one day i wanna **** myself.
Do you remember?
You told me to do it.

write a verse,
write a song,
write it with the chillum, on a ****.
write slow, write fast -
write with an ******* while it lasts.
write for the right reasons, and the wrong ones too:
write because it matters to you.
write like a man, write like a woman -
write despite their contempt, unforgiven.
write on the walls,
of the times you recall -
when you felt small,
or when you’d fall.
write your heart out!
write your ***** out! -
and don’t you ever doubt -    
wheather it’ll work out,
or choke your bank account.
write, if not for anything -
for the hope that still lies within;
just write, do not ask why!
if you must know -
write because you’d rather die.

write, my friend -
write.

People of my kind are cowards,
they say,
we are lazy,
they say,
we avoid our problems,
they say.

Yes we are,
and so are many others.
Our wants exceed our capability,
our expectations are without constraints,
but we are not.

I have not found my ambition,
I do not know how to,
I appreciate the beauty of this world,
I appreciate what life has to offer,
but I cannot live only for it.

Some see us as an anomaly,
they are confused,
some are worried,
some are bemused.

Do not help me,
for I want to feel,
do not help me,
for I want to leave.

The eternal journey.
You can’t save yourself, you must be good & kind; and in time, this will help save others, from themselves.

It’s not a short term plan…
And you have to have faith and conviction, for you won’t be there to witness the final result.

I bought a rabbit from a feed store
He was raised for meat
But I brought him home
And raised him for me
Not to eat but to keep

Part of me thinks that's just as cruel
Poor unwanted, little thing
Just happy to live in my house
He doesn't have the ability to see
How unnatural our friendship is

I didn't save him
But I didn't eat him
So he just exists without purpose
Kind of like me
I think I was also raised for meat