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Timmy Shanti Mar 2022
everything i stand for is alien here
everything i despise is rife
death is glorified at every corner
and trampled upon is life

you're not supposed to speak
but you're required to believe
kindness is called weak
and you're not allowed to grieve

war is peace, they say
ignorance is strength
now i find myself cast away
where lies are being fed at length

i gaze, unblinking, into the abyss
it gazes back, calling my name
i've always felt there's something amiss
with this wicked, cruel game

the game i chose not to play
the game that has no rules
the game you can't expect to win
the game so loved by fools
10-iii-22
Peace on Earth
Timmy Shanti Jan 2022
our life
is but a bunch of chords
stringed together -
some happy, some sad,
some pensive, some tense

we play along,
we get rhythm,
we explore,
we discover

until the string
is cut short

do we get an encore?
30-1-22
Timmy Shanti Jan 2022
how could an angel break my heart?
its pieces shimmer in my hands.
it's time for our ways to part -
for pastures greener, promised lands...

i know someday my heart will mend,
i've faith someday my mind will heal,
a time shall come to love again -
and bit by bit i'll learn to feel...

now that my angel broke my heart,
i hold back tears and carry on.
and even when anew i start,
i'll wear this scar until i'm gone...
1-1-22
Timmy Shanti Dec 2021
i'm left speechless
by the din of the crowd
and even when i do utter things
my voice is drowned

my brave heart
that once moved mountains
is now in hiding
exiled by the cruel world
it had to face

still, my spirit shines bright
like a diamond
for those able to see

are you one of them?
13-xii-2021
Timmy Shanti Oct 2021
fly
Let’s act like we fly
Let’s float like we high
Let’s pretend we aight
Tryna light up the night!

All the world's a stage
We ain’t acting strange
For once the real deal
Don’t make a meal

Just chill
finished 21-10-2021
Timmy Shanti Oct 2021
we talk about the pain
and what we stand to gain
and all things in between:
the sweet caress, the joy, the spleen

in circles - round and round
no move feels like it's sound
we swell, then we dry up
we fight, but then give up

we talk about the pain
and what we stand to lose
it's but a flipping shame
the life we gladly choose
17 x 2021
when it feels like choices make you and not you them
Timmy Shanti Sep 2021
down the street
i walk and stumble
seeking each and every trouble

falling over
slip and slide
on the verge of suicide

holding hands with my beloved
raise my eyes:
hey there! we rock it?

toot the tune,
demean demeanour...
dreamy soul and soulful dreamer

i move on, astute and weary
topping cakes with one drunk cherry

up the street
i go and climb
you with me? one hella ride!
hop in
not a thing you stand to lose
17 sep 2021
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