I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River

Its flow, mighty, powerful, turbulent
I make futile attempts to make my own way
But it's the forces of nature that determine my path
Pushing me, Pulling me at its whim
And yet I have this notion of Destiny
Of a greater calling
A belief or rather a hope for finding
the true purpose for my existence
Perhaps a twig would change the flow of a River
And Perhaps the whole story wouldn't sound as absurd as its pitiful summarization
Yet, nothing is more true, more tangible,
more persistent, more disheartening
than the fact that

I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River

never was i
going to be held by the throat
ever again,
played with a leash
like a mindless dog

i was wiser than that

but son, when love strikes
your supposed wisdom is met
and negated by
a dash of crazy
a hint of impulse
that, dear, oh dear
lead to
a multitude of reckless decisions.

but maybe that's the way
life's meant to be lived

take a risk

A cultural cup of tea


Coffee isn't my bean but give me tea leaves
A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta
Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck
Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug glug slug glug
Two sugars please love as I wink to see her breast in the gaze of my eyes pleased
No Darjeeling just plain old tea with a tea spoon and a bag to strenuously squeeze
A British moment of the day that almost everyone lifts their cup and elbows to the skies
I am an English man and I will have a decent cup of tea because it is in my cultural rites

Tick a hundred places,
You wanna be..
Mark one too many people,
To prove wrong..
Note down each rule,
You wanna break free..
Have so many dreams,
You wanna see, come alive..
..that even depression can't inspire suicide..
..and instead, find pleasure in offending life.

She used to trace her eyes with a path of black
I assumed it was to grab attention
She would perfectly fill in her acne scars’ gaps
Maybe it was to be the best addition
Barbie dolls, and Maybelline models
would make her feel inferior
but between the shadows, glosses and makeup bottles
She’s forgotten her natural exterior
The beauty flows, and young age glows
No filter is needed
Hashtag “woe” nobody knows
but she feels less conceited
Caked on lies attracted some guys
and made her act a certain way
she has those perfect laugh lines around her eyes
that will make anybody’s day naturally okay
perfect imperfections, aren’t meant to be hidden
makeup’s deceptions, needs to be permanently forbidden
She was born with a face that describes her
Flawless, nothing can replace what is her

She traveled for days, in a maze with no direction destined for an escape from depression driven by disaffection
By fate she felt a connection
They ran until he was cuffed into oppression
Later she had a baby on the way
Going through her mind she's beginning to think that she made a mistake
Her heart aches, my poor lady
Don't be ashamed my poor lady
There were many attempts repeated
Her child is now three and
In a need of an education to intrigue him
It is in her mind to try again
No mas tristeza Mi Amor
Said mother when we walked out the door
My soul grew old and I walked with strength
So by the time I was ten I knew how to think
This was me, I made my personality
The world was a wonder, and I wandered with many
Some men and women, names weren't our thing
The blood on the feet were all the same
At the end, countless tragedy
Don't worry my poor lady
Once we're there it might be better, just maybe

Behind this false face, remain flawless conflictions
A mask of such wrath, and endless contradiction
Good deeds are unseen, Anger is routine-- never in between, because bliss is obscene
Clouds keep me in but soon, pours me out
into an unkind world
where i can’t even shout
These shards of obstacles whirl like a tornado, it’s throwing up the pieces,
watch them twirl like a dreidel
I endured predictions, but i stood my ground
suffered addictions, but made a turn-around
My heart stays with God, my mind is working hard, to finally understand now
that i won’t be forgiven until the day i can forgive myself
Foundation can crack, and still support a tower
my structure may lack but that does not oppress my power
I shall not cower, when my future over-rules my past, because I’ll be the person with the last laugh
In fact, my life was one big conviction, but what the jury doesn’t know is that the world molds intentions
This mask of complexity distorted my vision-- finally it deteriorates
revealing ambition

To whom it may concern,
Yesterday I took a walk and I saw a bird
He flew in the opposite direction
so I followed
My legs became weak, my head was so hollow
He led me directly
to a well
I reached in for a swallow
then the bird became
smaller and smaller

On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles
But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile
reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations
Because I'd love to compile a breed of hostile intellectuals
Who, I'd imagine, to fall on their knees begging for mercy from their own knowing
I am an ineffectual
Elitist.
Don't mistake my rage for power, as my power no longer exists
If you can believe it
If that’s how you see it
This environment constructed and was destructive towards the continuation of my ego and I am clawing my way out of a pit
A time ago I was the terrorist of my own self worth, and now I torture the weak- minded to nourish the hole in me to finally be a whole
It's a vicious cycle of how low a being will go to reach a ****** in time
The final stage is to reach self acceptance to show, lo and behold
silence.
where tranquility will obliterate greed
and intelligence will revive the need to be free from everyone else's thinking,
Morality.