Are we at the starting line or finish?
We still don’t know yet.
Where we stand, the stars witness.
The noise reminds us of our standings.
Unbreakable is courage.
Break free is the thought.
To run or to face it.

there is always an awkwardness when you talk to a girl,
why that happens? well maybe that's because its something,
you have never learnt,
you just stand there in front of the crush, trying to speak so much but so little comes out,
and there she goes to the cooler ones, so you always blow the chance.
this feeling," always thought she liked me too, lets talk to her, ask who she is into",
this conversation will do you no good,
as for you are the awkward one,
no one would give a **** to!
so yes, you should learn to talk, learn to respect,
have a clear prospect,
dont do anything sudden, not anything random,
as for people are chosen on their hearts,
and if yours is not the good one,
ultimately you will be left with no one.

So far and yet so close we seem
to be from the things that make us happy.
At times, our game-winning shot misses.
At times, our lovers leave us to just wishes.
Hurt, pain, and sorrow lays in our end
to a life without love or friend.
These feelings strangle and smother
our peace like the wrath of none other.

Repetition. From repeated reaches to resurgence,
to taking tyrannical triumph, to taking rejoice,
I repeatedly have nothing. Words of
“try again” and “get over it” reverberate in
my mind, rocking my resolve to sleep.
Rupturing results rips, tears through tiers of
my resilience, turning me to tears. They creep
into my dreams, upon my thrills, onto my choices,
inside my hopes, like ants in tents. With cruel intent,
every failure rends me so intense.

But how to respond?
If I show a lack of care by a loss,
“Maybe it wasn’t too serious”.
But if I reply with hurt and sadness,
“maybe you’re just overreacting”.
But only for so long can I just
“make the best out of a bad situation”.
How many times do I need to fail,
in order to succeed?
If I didn’t care so much, then
I wouldn’t hurt so much.
But what is a life lived so unlively?
Why am I wrong to make the most
of what I’m given? To wish, to hope
is seen as good ambition when it’s
a success, but when I fail then I overdid it?

You’d be proud of me Askim.
I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted.
Work **** well saved me from destruction. From myself.
And I’ve been crushing it.
I may still get crushed, but **** me, I’ll die trying.
What else is there now that you’re gone forever?
There’s just an empty black hole. And a fire that burns me alive.

What do you do when you get to the top?

Do you take a breath and stop and frown

Pause and look at the long way down

Do you wonder how long

You can keep your crown

Before someone else

With their eye on the prize

Starts their climb

And begins to rise

It’s tough at the top

So enjoy the view

Before someone else

Gets up there too

Staking their claim

And removing you!

Preachers in another storm

‘STAY’ whispers Mother

Followed by another joint

hands are met

and with him I crash


My bloodstained shadow

running

thrashed onto the walls


Cray-Cray Calling

Dos Tres – Another! Better!

Quatro Cinco – What a disaster!


T’was never my intention

But I succeed at my own failures

for there has always been a reward after my tormented failure.

-

But You can’t say I left you empty handed

you can’t say I didn’t offer you all I had

I just left

for I found better.


I know – What a ***!

We all want to be Happy
We pray to God for bliss
But where does God truly live
This point we sadly miss

God is not on a distant planet
In heaven above the skies
The power within that makes our heartbeat
Is where God truly lies

When there is a problem that we cannot solve
We go to God and cry
Make me Happy, my dear Lord!
We beg as we question why

We know that God can do anything
He made Heaven and earth
He is the giver of Happiness
The one who gave us birth

But still, we look for Happiness
Desiring this and wanting that
Sometimes our wishes are fulfilled
Otherwise, we become sad

And so do we live until we die
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
We miss to discover a simple secret
God is the source of Joy

Instead of seeking God within
We are searching for Happiness!
Of course, we become happy at times
But the source of Joy we miss

If only we change our search for God
And look for Him within
We will have everlasting Joy and Peace
And a Blissful life will begin

But we don't know who God truly is
In fear, we bow our head
Instead of loving the Lord within
We suffer until we are dead

We don't discover this Truth
That GOD = Happiness
We are looking for joy in so many places
But within ourselves we miss

We are not body, we are not mind
This Truth we must realize
We are in fact God energy
To this Truth we must rise

Once we are conscious that God lives within
We will suffer no more
The giver of Happiness is part of us
This Truth will make us glow

Instead of seeking Happiness
It's God we must search and find
And once we realize the Truth, behold
There will be joy and peace in our mind

But we don't know who God truly is
We all believe in the myth
We don't discover that God lives within
We fail to reach the zenith

'God = Happiness' is a secret
We must discern and know
Then we will discover true bliss and joy
As our bond with God will grow

If you want to be truly Happy
Then don't seek joy and bliss
Realize and find God within
For that's where is Happiness

perfection is a myth that we try to overcome
anytime, we can do our thing without pressure
certainty might not always be on our side, and
it may take time to gain strength, will, and courage
nevertheless, let perfectionism victim none of us; let us
grow and succeed within our own ways and time.