#seasonedthoughts poems

Poet kiri Dec 2019

If I found I,
Then who are you?

If I found my demons,
then where are my scars?

If my Eyes are the window to my soul,
then where are the blinds, to keep my house in order.

I know a story of a master
who let his servant rule his estate,
now he is a prisoner in a dungeon
of his making, a servant to the servant.

one needs another
yet another needs one.

Its chaos, chaos, peace, chaos.
what a lovely tune, in working sync with life.

I had a childhood friend
once upon a time,
He found his peace in the dark
I found mine in illusions
what can I say my imagination
was of his doing....

I am now an empty canvas staring back at one myself.
I wonder if he is still alive,
I could use his wisdom right about now.

I am a man of my word,
And I plan to play God,
Because I am.
I know history hasn't been kind to my kind
But it's called playing/being Professional.

It's a facade
RULES WILL BE BROKEN

©Hansmind,2019.

Hello, I hope you are all well and making moves forward in life to create a better you each day.
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This poem belongs to the collection Seasoned Thoughts.

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Poet kiri Mar 2018

INCOMPLETE EQUATION

I WANT YOU TO LISTEN BEFORE YOU FEEL.

I
Congratulate
You.

...

I understand now
That I am not
and she is neither
and nor are you.

In Life
is Man,
Woman
and
Money.

And I am disgusted
with my own state of affairs.
I am a HYPOCRITE,
(YOU COULD BE WORSE )
that a rat that is not a part of a the race
has a better chance of virtue.

I am not unique but
part of the equation of nature
for a upon a time in history
I was a "FEATHERLESS BIPED"
just as a chicken awaiting
the process of
the roast.

YET
upon death and decay,
if I am not in history
as a statue to symbolise
immortality.

I
will no longer
be MAN
but a CREATURE
with bones undistinguishable from
my kind.

These words are of a man
man that has nothing
to him and his time
but a chance to reflect on life's
greatest EQUATION
of meaning.

These are the words of the man
that lives like dog
he dares to speak his mind
a man we question his existence and purpose
we call mad, insane and a savage.

His words will never shake you
if you question
WHY HE DARES TO SPEAK IF HE IS NOTHING?

Were you truly listening?

Question.
Would you lend an ear
to a
A man that lives like a dog
or
A Man that lives in concrete
bubble?

I want you to Think beyond the concrete bubble
you call safe.

MAN + WOMAN x MONEY(NATURE)=...............
whats your equation like?

©Hansmind, 2018

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Its going to be the first poem in my 4th collection called
"Seasoned Thoughts"

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