Silently, I bought a liar's dream
Deep waters for stars Serenity for success Believing a goal is there to be reached A life relieved of circumstance Cheating myself for an extra moment of sleep I paved my roads But they lead only to places I hate I cheated myself for a second of memory For the good things they said that come To those who wait But they took our faces They changed our names They've mistaken our wishes for long, nameless hours They burned our pages & corrupted our songs On graves they once dug, now they lay flowers Saying prayers to concrete heavens But we know that angels don't live here anymore & the limit must be the limitless sky Of feelings that we so eagerly ignore Since they reshaped our faces & cloned our hearts Then given back all that we've left to die Mother, they've taken away our childhood But they will never take us alive N.B.
I feel as if Life
has run me dry. Its vast Opportunity, my Inaction, consumed the last oasis Now they, dry bones Brittle hulls of beetles scuttle amid sameness We starve for color not dripping in red. Nothing much thrives In these hills
Natural word poem the 3rd. June 2019
waves are like people
no two are alike yet they all end up doing the same thing like the one before it and the one after at their own pace they’ll wait until the perfect time that one that just feels right but when it comes the beach is different tastes have changed because the trends have too
Time stopped and stared back then
With eyes wide in disbelief And you couldn't hear anything Because nothing dared to drop from the trees In the presence of such quiet uniformity
This would've happened around 08/2010
When in quiet uniformity
There is a lack of coherence
in this universe, a pebble said to me once How can I be incorporated to this forest which the everlasting ages brought me to? I'm merely a pebble... The uniformity somehow cracks beneath the wheel of Time A new stimulus shall always appear for the carriage to continue its course None shall ever stop the scheme between God and Time
a lot in the house They decide about sofas and cupboards, which models may enter Tables, beds, pianos cradles and baths Roller coasters they refuse contemptuously Frames choose for everyone what everyone should choose because people aim for standards frameworks for their lives ISO, ASA, AND BS We are all equal and doors are two meters 34 by 93 (Building regulations 2012)
L'existentialisme est un humanisme (Existentialism is a humanism, 1946, Jean Paul Sartre)
Collection “Once more”
You're treading slumber steps,
sloward on a single track. Travelling beyond where your eyes can see. Just because you made the choice it doesn't mean you're free. With symbols of your uniformity, as definitions of your individuality. Selling yourself to yourself just to sell it to others. Living A life that suits; as well as Oregon boots.
facing the faces of the forsaken
taking in the weight of our damnation a wasted case of the disgracefully shaken taking the hatred into a debated deflation this place is a place of frustration hating the way of this path we've taken a state of vacant is the state of this nation waiting around for our dreams to awaken --------------------------------------------- reverse uniformity taking the hatred into a debated deflation a wasted case of the disgracefully shaken taking in the weight of our damnation facing the faces of the forsaken this place is a place of frustration hating the way of this path we've taken a state of vacant is the state of this nation waiting around for our dreams to awaken
i used contagion under this definition - noun: the communication of an attitude or emotional state among a number of people
We’ve been herded by hook and crook,
To obey convention, and read textbook. The uniformity is maddening, And the subjects are baffling. The whole wide world is grand and open; Why cordon the mind off in a tiny token? Rules were meant to be broken, To usher change and issue motion. Creativity, art, they build up cultures, Not to be picked at by robotic vultures. They always nitpick and they scavenge, Intent on making things a challenge. Passion is the cornerstone of all, It survives when things are squall. It’s the sun that rises within you, Makes you things you never knew. Question everything, for your good; You’ll find more than you ever could. Explore everything, be curious; For the world out there is glorious. Challenge everything, be skeptical; Your brain is knowledge’s receptacle. Think outside, and break the rules; Don’t blindly follow, like the fools.