"distructions" poems
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
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
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.
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
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
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC