Humankind’s
Yet to learn
How to love

Most times I simply feel that
I don’t belong to this habitat

If you start thinking
You can’t even step in
The same river once
Let alone twice

When the number of truth-seekers
Exceeds the number of truth-benders
Only then, in that specific case
Will the world be a better place

I think I am done
Loving you is costly
Because I am the one
Who’s unhappy mostly

Judging by its look
I’ll make a quick point
It seems no way to hook
And the world’s outta joint

Getting to choose whom to be ****** by
Is called democracy instead of lullaby

Sunday has certainly lost its crown
Over the other six during the lockdown

In our globe, the neighborhood
The number of the people, that are good
Based on the most recent polls
Are now way less than of the *******

Is it only me who sees reality
Or
Is it actually not what I see

Even a simple act
Such as sleeping
Turns to a drawback
If the soul’s suffering

My things. My beloved belongings
All based on my own choosing
Any movie I want to see
As easy as one-two-three
Whom to follow on social-media
Another crucial freedom area
What to write as a comment
My decision, too, in the end
Deciding a credit card’s color
Deciding to be a life-time debtor
The career path I pick to pave
A long-term contract to being slave
Though from a preset assortment
I can even elect my president
Maybe in the throes of a modern debris
Still like migratory birds, totally free

It always starts, we know
With that timid, first breath
Then some glow or some snow
And it always ends with good old death

There are poor people out there, around us
On the sidewalk, next door or in a public bus
One might think we breathe the same air
I know for a fact that the heavier is theirs
Then there is the homeless
Carrying the sense of homelessness
Anywhere they go, in every single realm
During the day, at night. And, that is all the time
There are beggars as well
Some are not that innocent, I can tell
But it won’t make any difference
Unjust is unjust, by inference
By a nasty grenade or evil-minded shrapnel
There are literally millions of wounded people
For good reasons though, as they were told
Some stories right there for grandchildren to unfold
You know? Babies, small kids die of hunger
I don’t think death can get one any younger
You know? Babies, small kids die of hunger
I don’t think death can get one any younger
Even the world seems to ignore it, or openly declines
I still felt like repeating those two lines
We share the century ******* it, with all of them
A century that I unashamedly condemn
Without even thinking any of this
We get up everyday in our own abyss
Any solution to that? We can’t seem to find
Other than playing both deaf and blind

I’ve never heard of a dishonest leopard
Or a cheating cheetah for that matter
I haven’t spoken with a corrupt eagle
Doing things I find rather illegal
I didn’t meet with a warlord grasshopper?
Nor a giraffe being the nastiest plotter
Never seen an ethnic massacre of sparrows carried out by pigeons
Or Panda’s killing koalas in the name of panda religion
Neither did I hear a drug-dealing squirrel
Nor a cat applicant with fake referral
Newspapers never read an alligator
Acting as the river’s agitator
No birds to sink so low being the bid-riggers
Or fish terrorists pulling the triggers
These are the problems that humans face
The ultra-superior, ultimate, master-race
These are not even problems, man! Just basics
And we succeed to fail in all. Let’s face it
Being the only incompatible creature
Of the whole system, we call nature
Answer me this! Who are the irrationals?
Honestly though! Us idiots or them animals?

I don’t know who your god is
Jahveh, Buddha, Allah or Jesus
If you keep him on personal level
You’ll have a better fight with the devil

~In Other Words~

If your home’s where your god lives
It will bring justice and peace
If you two start going out, wandering
Things will soon get very troubling

The art of calling everybody brother
While treating the most as the other

I’m more interested
In hearts love broke
Than hearts love healed
Call that skepticism
Or simple realism
I couldn’t care less
Till you know to love from to possess

Show me your contacts
I’ll tell you who you are

I am a simple man with simple goals
First, I want a world without *******

Not to make fuss about this
Yet, let me make a quick point
We’re all on the brink of an abyss
Whether or not we like it

You will lose a good 60 seconds reading this
A 60 seconds that will not go amiss
The average life expectancy
For humans is 79 years nowadays
You probably already said; “so what”
Let me put it this way
If you were to live for 79 years
From the day you were born
That means you actually have
Two Billion,
Four Hundred Ninety One Million,
Three Hundred Forty For Thousand Seconds
By the time you read this?
Well! I don’t know!
All I know is that
Some of us spend these seconds
Lying, cheating, fighting, stealing
Frustrating over their sorry *****
Or letting others hurt themselves
While some others spending them
Learning, teaching, sharing
Laughing, chilling
Transcending and loving
Don’t get me wrong.
I’m just saying, you know?
You are free to choose either path
Now, at least, you know the math

Almost all nations on earth
Have their natural sources
The factor creating the dearth
Is these Pacifict Western Forces

They said two becomes one
When you really love someone
They either lied to me about the formula
Or never had good math teachers so far

These countries’ gold
Those countries’ oils
Have all been controlled
By few privileged soils

You all are liars!
Admit it already
So we can all go home
Some of you will lie unintentionally
But, some of you are barefaced liars
Some of you won’t even remember the reason
Down with this ordeal!
Yes, you all are liars!
There, I said it again
This time for the record
Some of you will lie for money
Some of you will lie for chair
Some of you will lie for social approval
Some of you will lie out of obedience
Some of you will lie for love
Some of you will lie to betray
Some of you will lie for a tender bid
Or talk soldiers into dying during the day
Some of you are natural born ***-kissers anyways
Some of you will lie in the name of religion
And some of you will lie as a matter of course
Like all politicians, most lawyers
Or some doctors for instance
The most innocent of you will lie to the self
In the end, you all are liars!
Unless you have a problem with that
Admit it already. Come on!
I just want to go home
I’ll have some pasta, I’m hungry
Maybe a couple of beers too
And then get some sleep

A practical nickname
For a Mercy Like
Should be either Shame
Or maybe even Dislike

For a New York minute at least
Put your stupid ignorance aside
Come to your senses. It is the beast
Eating you alive from the inside

Oh my! Your size is a sign of greatness
Giving The Earth a hug from distance
So powerful yet so subtle is your light
Crucial measure against global plights
They love your heat, the humans
Well, I’m not that good with lumens
I envy your rays and your warmth
Maybe a dim light, but you know I can’t do both
You make me almost look like
A poor imitation that you don’t even dislike
And I would’ve hated you for that
If the following wasn’t a known fact
You can’t be as romantic as me, it seems
Probably they come too strong, your beams
While the whole world needs your cover
I’ll be where I am most needed. In the world of lovers
For now, I’ll leave it at that
Looks like it’s your turn to feel a little sad

No! You are not right
You just talk too much

You will find ways to adjust
When you can't be plain just

It is toward you maybe
Still, though. My love it is
It’s, in other words baby
None of your business

In the tiger mood
Fox acted airy and rude
It did not look good

Ignore working on essence
The two things make sense
For your useless presence
Will be make-up and pretense

The Elite
Dear Sirs
I’ll only have a minute of your time
Please kindly pay attention
I know we both have the right
To vote
To breathe
To walk in the streets freely
To wear whatever we like
To buy coffee from the cafes
To watch ****
To talk with friends
To call mom, or whatever
Fine
Don’t get me wrong
I don’t give a **** about your fancy toys
I don’t mind all that being yours
Your Ferrari,
Your house, nothing short of a palace
Your other possessions for that matter
But
Yes, there is a but!
But
We don’t have an equal say on any critical subject
We are not presented equal opportunities
We are not getting an equal education
And more importantly
We are not equally safe
Now!
Please kindly answer me this
That’s not quite equal
Is it?
You wouldn’t call that equality
Would you?

Two is easy
So is three
Four, five
A hundred is easier
Or a million for that matter
One is the whole challenge
One, that is
It is I, me, myself in Roman Numerals
One is beginning
One is prologue
One is wholeness
One is unity
One is love
One is the whole story
When you become two
With any who
That means you is still you
On the other hand
When you become one
With anything or anyone
Say, a loved one
A special someone
Say a good one,
Say an instrument maybe
Or maybe a research of cure for cancer
Say anything you like
That’s where the adventure starts
One is everything
One is the whole story
One is one
The rest is made up of ones
Nothing like any other one
One is the world
One is the peace
One is God
One is Godlessness
One is universe
One is empty
As empty as none can ever be
One is everything
One is nothing
Nothingness counts by the way
More than you can imagine
Yet, one matters even more
If it wasn’t for one
Nothing would come to existence
And maybe never did
Have you become one
Or are you still half
Unfinished
Incomplete
Ungraduated
Still pending
Raw, Green, Unripe, Immature
Short, Missing, Lacking, Partial
Are you with me?
Are you listening to me?
Listen to me good
We all try to be one
First within the self
Then with anything or anyone
Listen to me
Listen to me good
Listen to me good my little one

It is not self-confidence
Yet uses it as a disguise
Nor is it high self-esteem
Ego only roots in traumas

We’ve been so good
YOU AND I
Then we’ve met