#possesions
There goes a heavy mind, of speaking such
a mind— which I try to do.
And its hard to admit sometimes the crack of a smile
cuts through my skin, just a few.
On the lines of lies; the straight answer sounds so crooked,
As the itch of resolve, comes from a different view, when most
of the actions seem so confused,
—used, abused, and concluded as making a lack of effort.
Oppressed, in such a depressed action; pressed out of
maturity’s wine— blood red of repentance.
I’ve failed, and have failed people; also the latter, people have
failed and have failed me also, now having to come to
terms with the fact with great acceptance.
Enduring the plank within a jealous eye;
a speck of envy entails the nonstop question of, __“why,”__
—the yearning for such possessions had possessed me
to speak upon another person, with such evil.
Even if I had more than what they have, it would all feel
trivial, as what is considered important by people.
Some tears at times do feel milked, that they have stained
my face with a façade of innocence.
Oftentimes, my mind comes with equal amounts of
guilt, through its own filth.
Walking with eyes focused on every step, to avoid a
reflection of themselves in the gazes of the sun,
Still the reflection displays my darkness,
as a shadow of secrets, pressed onto the ground.
For what man so desperately tries to hide, is always found out,
And what they’re not proud of, becomes the pride of the
overestimation of their lies, that have them bound.
Oh, how tall life is, and we’d fall so short of it.
Our words of praise, are as sweet as *****
Revolting; sickening acts that say,
“Buying into the world is more important,”
Despite what the end will be, when a ticket into Heaven,
isn’t close to a cost’s fit.
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
To be a caged animal
and illicit stares
of shared despair
while trying to
clear the air here
of that ***** stench.
The populace passes
by my caged display
as I try to play
pretending that my pain
is not so real.
I dress myself up
in nice new things
watching how
the other animals swing.
Reality shows,
sports events,
and other
things
obfuscate
how human beings
isolate themselves.
My cage expands
to fit all my pretty things,
while my mind shrinks
and stinks of sinking fools
who are also drowning
in their own stool.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
To wise for this world, they have it all backwards
Am I the only one that can see it's headed for disaster
I don't want to be here when they set the world on fire
I know this situation is very dire
Before it gets worse I want my life to expire
To get out of this hell, this awful quagmire
They all worship their possessions
Never seeing the great deception
That all that really matters is love and compassion
Soon the world will burn with their hatred and greed
The warning signs they don't heed
And soon the earth it's self will bleed
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Have you got it~
gathered together:
your thoughts
piercing
perplexed
lonely night wanderings~
marriage, friendship, stylish rings
sharing many flowers seen in all
throughout your life~
lusts, trusts,
broken, misplaced,
belongings frail
and fragile
emotions,
tears captured
in chalices
lean,
laughters
as stargeezery
enthusiasts glee-m~
in memory gathered all of
your lovers
$$$$$$$$$$
would be the
smallest
island on earth
big enough to put them on
to play them all bitter arbiter lonely times
and prepare for the unforgettable party!
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC