self distructions a daily high
i watch hundreds implode ritually
cant make sense of the masochism
we perpetuate so consistently



theres a thousand eyes watching the cracks in the floor
ignoring this noose around my neck
theres a thousand ears with headphones in
ignoring their own cries for help

As we grow old
We tend to lose gravity
We lose filthy distructions
and all the auxiliary desires.
We lose audacity & grudge
that we held for so long.

We feel much lighter
Like a flying feather of a seagull
Like a flowing fountain
Floating clouds
Splendid rainbows
Warming sunshine
And like a free soul.

As we grow old
And let things go
We feel like getting out of our cages
into the world of selflessness,
As we grow old
We only become young.

shaking phone call over discombobulated voices,
astroprojecting vocalizations through times pace,
my body wants to time travel to you,
through the regret free policy
has generated some regret
when smoked lungs need removal
so the chained spirit
can be unbinded
navigating through carcingentic fogs,
housing warming warning waning ways
downloading the feeling
well a copy of them,
similar to the copy of god
glanced at in the trees,
similar to the copy of god
hanging around my dinar table,
and i can't find the file
in the cobwebs of facts
containing previous knowledge
literalizing textureal distructions
of dreaming an alternative
where we could still be friends

My mouth is filled with words
My heart is flooded with grieve
There are lots I want to say
But fear grips me
Will they be willing to listen?
Their ways are crowded with deceit
Their ears cocked with lies
Their paths are blocked with insunuations
Ignorantly, they dance to their pit of distructions
Carelessly, they drink to their dooms yard
With my pen as a poor poet
I write my warnings with fear
Carefully, I choose the way
I weave my words
Cheerfully, I interconnect my thoughts
To my hearts
And if they choose to listen
I win
If they dont,
I have done my part
There is nothing like losing
Never say regrets