re: life and her beauty

Dream a dream where you're alone,
In a deserted piece of land with yourself, a pair of earphones and a playlist of a lifetime.
Having to be able to embrace true forms of life can only be transcended through love,
You, my love, will experience it in your dreams.

Having to marvel upon a landscape of pure eccentricities,
Presents clear motives and incentives.
Strands of palm trees and grains of hot sand ripple through the legacy of nature and her justification for wanderlust.

As I illustrate such an image,
I'd rather you take into account of the fact that you have a reason in this world.
Never demean and apologise.
For you are your own best version of yourself,
And I trust you for each and every decision you make.

Fare thee well, my honey.
Fare thee well.

the world we've come to know

Look over the horizon and tell me what you see.
In short, it's a bloody massacre.
To have the shining light bless us with such catastrophic nonsense,
Clearly simplifies our outrageous behaviour on ourselves.

Not only are we brute in strength, but we are sentenced to justification with the words we possess.
We are being taught to not get emotionally compromised by the smallest things,
But yet, we do it anyway.
Not because we are young and foolish, but simply because,
We are human.

However, this does not justify the account of insanity.
We are being led to a point of pure absolution and humiliation through our own blood, sweat and tears.

Have our forefathers wasted their hardwork on pure folly?
Have our parents rightfully raised such animals?
Have we succumbed to the purity that is, anarchy?
I bloody well hope not.

We, as the children of our forefathers own the responsibility of carrying on the legacy that is, love and peace.
No matter the manner of having to go about it, we are still in debt.
Is it a curse? Or is it a gift?
Of having the ability to flow with the course of redemption and sanity.

I am dissapointed with the knowing fact that we are screwing everything up.
I'm sure the lot of you are too.

Our children are intended to be raised in an environment of xenophobia.
I say, "intended", because of the fact that we are single-handedly on the verge of creating an abnormal stance.

I do hope this sinks in.
For we are in a chasm of pure judgement and hate.
I hope this goes without saying, but...
It's time to stop pretending and bloody well stand.

confessions blues

Having to think about how you are
Leaves me in a state of frenzy.
I just want you to be safe,
It might be too much to ask, but I love you and I hope that matters.

I make the smallest mistakes, just to have you understand my love.
I smoke, drink, eat, dream and love,
Just to show you my honesty.
Regalised passion is an understatement when having to pronounce my addiction for your soul.
There should never be a limit to our love.

a song for the hurt

I remembered it like it was yesterday.
You resembled the uncanny effect of pure sanity.
Having to utter such words of beauty could not be condoned by anyone more beautiful.
I was completely starstruck by your presnece.

I never understood the pain you went through.
Maybe, it's due to my lack of experience.
However, just because I don't understand, dosen't mean I don't care.
You deserve alot more than the shit you think deserve.

Again, I remembered like it was yesterday,
When I heard a beautiful song being sung by a dove.
That dove happened to be produced by your own initiative.
It clearly presents your utter confidence and potential.

I hope I'm not wasting my time, when I say that you are the best thing to have happened to anyone.
My words do not justify your utter potential.
I do hope you'll be alright.
God speed, lovely one.
You will be fine.

new

As I wake to the sounds of the holy,
Divine halos elevate my soul to a point of realisation.
Twinkling rhinestones were all there were.
Having to tear can be justified.

I quickly adjourn to the outside where I erect a cigarette from my match.
As I observe my surrounding with utter ambivalence,
I start to imagine beasts having to frolick by my garden.
They nod to my presence, and their rainbow patterned skin seem to graze to the cool wind.

As my cigarette reached a point of mid-way, I blow the excretion to the full moon which had embraced me.
I realised that I should not be commiting an atrocity an such an age, I should quit while I'm still tender.

I take my last puff, and put it out.
I release my sins out to the universe and adjourn back to bed.
I go back to my slumber with pure release and utter valiance.
I am sorry for all the things I have done, and I bid the bad farewell.

the ballad of lumbering gentles

As dawn reached its time,

It was clear for the rise of the unwanted.

The unwanted needed no disturbance,

The objective was to survive till the end.

The unwanted had begun to move.

A sense of awareness could be smelt in the air.

They had reached onto the peak of the horizon,

Gazing into the Lazarus pit

The pit consists of unfathomable beings.

Beings known to have only brought about chaos and destruction,

The unwanted fear the various existences on the land they live

They intended on creating a truce, but had failed

The destructive state of mind of the other beings had triggered.

The destruction of the masses had ensued,

Many had died trying to preach goodness,

Yet the other beings were just too strong

Having ignorance to prevail

The unwanted did not want to be feared,

Instead they wanted to be loved.

An impression was created

Appearances can sometimes seem to falsely present an idea of matrimony.

The unwanted do not blame the other beings

They do not fill their thoughts with anger and hate

They instead accept their fate

As they succumb to the pulse of the masses.

The unwanted patiently wait for the day

The day when the worse will come to an end

The day when words will be used and not weapons

The very day when their children can walk freely on the ashes of their fore fathers

Until then, they wait

They do not intend to conquer or invade,

They instead embrace the expressions of the allegiance.

They wait.

Even though, the worse might come,

The unwanted dream and they will continue to dream

 The spread of enmity is the opposite of what is intended

The dream is to be embraced.

It will be embraced.

Until then,

They wait.

stainless contra

The crashing of newspapers and the crumpling of glass,

An ode to contra

Flaming thrones splattered across university halls,

Preaching a point of collision of obvious notions of insanity

All to unify a sense of predicament; sanity

Having to justify will not account to a point of peace, only judgement

You and I both know that.

The frolic of expressions twisted with youthful desires.

Understandable, I’m sure.

Is it fucking necessary?

The English way does not race up to a point of absolution

Having to stereotype is a well-versed language that is being influenced world-wide.

Deception wishes a world like ours.

No one is safe.

Political leaders attempt to chair their way into hearts with soft and confident tone.

Yet, the people obviously think they are smarter then they think.

Fucking illuminati bullshit

Blooming aggravations justify points of yearn,

Various tangents of generosity clear doubts of paradox.