when you realize everybody lies
a world full of hypocrites
its not an easy to be around them
humans are shallow
maybe you cant build a good trust
or treat them like normal
hate is growing so fast

you don't want to be in pain
just like the lost souls
who fight the fight
and lost their lives for it
in the darkest sky
with sorrows and suffering
the grey heart is silent
for the empty feelings

peace is fearless
for those who cant smell it
when you try to speak the truth
nobody want to listen
they been programmed
its so humanless to be around them
try to solve yourself now
it will make a lot of sense

Keeper Of The Wind.

Who goes there says I out loud

But there came no answer to my silly question

But the wind kept rattling itself outside and came in through each smallest crack

And I stood there so silently thinking who was it that just moaned
And out it came

A vapor that stunk of rotted old cheese

And I slumped over myself for I could not stand being consumed by this over offensive odor

And I grew ever so queasy inside of the deepest part of me

And it growled out at me that nasty oldest thing that now grew ever so tall in front of me

And he snickered out loud
and he said in the gruffest voice

I am the master of the wind

The oldest survivor of all things

And you are now of me

And I was hurled forward deep within that humanless being until I was never more.

jo.

All I feel is remorse and a longing
for my wasted and undeveloped,
malnourished potential
for the arts.
How I long to write,
spilling my thoughts and words
onto beckoning sheets of blank paper.
How I wish I could draw and outline,
bringing to life scenes, memories,
and figments of my imagination
in which I always envision and depict myself
as a more vivid
and entrancing individual.
I feel completely isolated and pathetic,
unable to connect the dots,
trampled on by the success
and the never ending bits of small and large
investments of effort
that my peers have the potential to conjure up,
while I writhe and struggle with just forcing myself to
face the responsibilities and challenges,
only to find myself crawling into bed every night
having accomplished nothing.
I feel starved of life and companionship,
as I look around and see others
who I might’ve longed to be friends with,
brush past me without a glimpse
or a moment of hesitation,
as if I were a humanless shadow in their path
that formed out of nowhere.
The more time that passes by,
the more I feel myself slipping away.
Unable to think, unable to speak coherently
in the sense of complete honesty,
I can only dream of a world
in which my journey aligns with the stars of my dreams.

we are the earth
born from the stars
we are stardust
but much more we are

we inherited nature
we're not made for the city
we left our first love
to become humanless and ugly not pretty

We are the egomania animal
we think we're so important, the center of everything
and were really just another mammal
Maybe everything's special in the bigger picture of things

we are cruel and merciful
We know how to consciously invoke terror
and we know how to consciously invoke compassion
We are both sides, evil and good, full of life and passions

Old stronghold is burning down like dry lone flower
Making all gods disappear
Nothing in this world can make them come back
as fairy kingdom doesn't exist anymore
Dread and misery melt together
Spreading throughout the world
while lone flower's still burning
Everything has its end
Life. Love. Happiness. Sadness.
It's getting darker than ever
No light's left in this world
Nobody will ever forgive us
We'll forever stay humanless souls

Keeper Of The Wind.

Who goes there says I out loud

But there came no answer to my silly question

But the wind kept rattling itself outside and came in through each smallest crack

And I stood there so silently thinking who was it that just moaned
And out it came

A vapor that stunk of rotted old cheese

And I slumped over myself for I could not stand being consumed by this over offensive odor

And I grew ever so queasy inside of the deepest part of me

And it growled out at me that nasty oldest thing that now grew ever so tall in front of me

And he snickered out loud
and said in the gruffest voice

I am the master of the wind

The oldest survivor of all things

And you are now of me

And I was hurled forward deep within that humanless being until I was never more.

jo.