Silently screaming in your ear

It doesn’t really matter to me
How the universe came to be
Or whether God even exists.
I care nothing about kings and queens
Or anyone “in power”.

For I’m “The One”
Who leads this Life.
No-one else but me.
However impressive you are
You still are not Myself.

All that counts are the people and things I Love,
Even Like.
So if you’ve got nothing to offer me
Get on your bike.

No man is an island, so they say.
Yes, I’m not independent in every way.
But I’m an individual who is true to my soul.
To remain unbrainwashed is always my goal.

They try to make us run with the crowd,
Like sheep or lemmings led into the cloud.
It’s Media Hypnosis
Through that gleaming TV.
Only by being ourselves
Will we ever be Free.

Paul Butters

Poets, like
madmen and prophets,
are banned from
the Kingdom of Reason,
as they are
the progeny of the sun
(the sun who illumines as he blinds)
and the siblings
of the rays
who never tire
of beating
the world into
magnificent new shapes
that fascinate us
all – including
Unwavering Moon whose
lonesome secret is to be
madly in love
with the rainbow.

© LazharBouazzi, May 26, 216

15 year ago* ...
when she first felt the taste of rejection
when her father didn't show any affection
towards his family, & left them with no connection

9 years ago ...
he came back with flowery promises
& they believed, but it diminishes
back then, it was all worthless

5 years ago ...
her classmates start gossiping behind her
faking smiles infront of her
humiliating her when she turns

4 years ago ...
when he transferred school but faced the same perosnalities
heard different & painful stabbed profanities
left with no one to hold on

a year ago ....
she knew the word wrist & blade
knowing it could be the aid
for everything that has been made

Now ...
she's facing the obstacle of life
don't know if she could still handle
the pain it was giving her
or should she rather die
to be numb once again,
to run from the thornful road of her journey?

She looked left, she saw pain
She looked right, she saw struggling
She looked ahead, she saw tests
She looked behind her, she saw heartbreak
She looked up, she saw illusions and deception
She looked down, she saw cracks in the pavement
she felt very much like the pavement