Beckoning amid the mundane chaos of all and sundry
I heard a whisper – ‘Take a deep breath. Be.’
Along a hidden guise, the voice lingered:

Sit by the old campfire, roar at their repartee
Go, revel in joy. Be!
Bask in your gradual siesta, lolling on the settee
Vision dreams black, white and hued. Be.
Revel in the white Christmas joys, or stare into the forlorn sea
Through peaks of joy or hollows of misery. Be.
For no act is more profound or tranquil,
Stay. Breathe. Be.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
One where people will die
When they're asleep
And quiet.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
Where you can hear all types of war cries.
One where all types of people will die

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
With lots of fire and guns.
One where all you can hear are
The traumatizing sounds of bullets being released.
And the blood curdling screams of people dying.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
That the government can't handle.
With bombs designed as food,
And no ruler is there to rule.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
To where when you step outside,
There's a 98% chance you can die.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
Where all you can see is blood,  
And corpses.
And all you can smell is the putrid scent of rotting flesh and dried up blood.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
One that can't even compete with war.
One where peoples hearts are took over with hatred.
And the only thing on their mind,
Is death and ******.

You read it right.
I'm brainstorming up a riot.
And the funny thing is,
I don't even know why.

The rain knows
when my heart
feels heavy...

Reality is a circle
It is infinitely long
and always round
Ending where it begins

We are all running on it
Towards what we think
as the direction of faith
But ends up meeting our own selves
in the direction we oppose

The circle is a being
Full of tricks and games
And as we walk down to rest
We are trapped inside

Until we run so far
That we see our selves
Weeping or dying
On the street

And what’s real
Might become fake
Reality
Might become a dream

Like a circle
Ending where it begins
Until we pushed so hard
That we fall under it
And become
A mirror
Of a reality
Which the circle lives