A day in the life of the world

Indonesia just raised its fuel prices and the standing man serves of no resolve for Gezi Park. Unemployment plagues 24.7% Greeks, 57% Spaniards but its toll in South Africa remains ineffible. The bidoons loose the jobs they have as Kuwait wants them to remain the ‘without’. Consanguineous marriages deemed unhealthy as Brazilians march off for the second day of protest. I know not what to make of this random data but we are all linked to it in some way or the other.

my last words to Kurt

i wish i was ur old friend
sum1 u turned to when u were in trouble
i'd make u c when u decided ur last moment
how there was so much left to see.
how it wud all be okay
how music would make u smile again someday
how u'l miss beans growing up years
how u'd be the best father u've always wanted
how even when everything is getting to u
there will be a beter day ahead
that they luk u hav when u come up with a new idea is priceless
how u'l be able to evolve ur songs as time passes by
how u'l see a new world if u just give it a chance
how u've been through hell n u still got out of it
how strong u were and how strong you would be

a helping hand

after you've had a long day
be sure that he'l help you out
no doubt he will assure you
that ur the crappiest person alive
and when u have a lot on ur mind
and all u need is some words...kind...
he'l definitely let you know
that ur thots are crappier than u
n when ur in trouble
and need a break
he's just mins aways
waiting to tell you
what ur crappy self put you through
and if all you need is a friend
someone to share some time
there is definitely someone you can count on
who will make you believe that crappy people like urself
deserve to be alone
maybe if you pretend sleep a little longer he'll be gone
maybe that magic trick will make him disappear
maybe if u turn ur back for long enough he'l just go away
maybe he'l just be sorry one of these days!

forever is a long time...

The more we love,
the more the object of our love seems to be to be a victim!
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled.
Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value.
Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them...
Yet the order of the act is planned
And the end of the way inescapable.
Am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy.
To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.
One day Lara went out and did not come back...
died or vanished somewhere
forgotten as a nameless number
on a list which was afterwards mislaid!

home commin

In the pale moonlight
With the stars shining bright
To be one of them
All it takes is a knot
And a kick of the chair
All the ways then
Will lead to home...
No more dreamin of flyin
When u can finally be a bird
All it’ll take is an opening
As light as a prick
For once there will be no worry
The numbness will take care of it all
Whether its 3 feet from the ground
Or the trans as surroundings merge
A boulevard free from strife
And an earnest endeavor
Where a trail will definitely lead home...

Brouhaha

Wicked women
perverted by the Devil
seduced by illusions and phantasms of demons
believe and profess themselves
in the hours of the night
to ride upon certain beasts...
Where Diana holds sway over the waxing moon
the singing sirens decide the odyssey sailors tune
And as Delilah scissors those 7 Samson locks
off comes the head that Salome wants
while Jezebel swindles Ahab into immortality...
and on their stories go till eternity
so should i choose for myself or do the right thing
Seems more like hobsons choice
better to be dumb and happy than to think tonight
Maybe for now i'l make do with a dream
where i'll be the cursed predictor Cassandra
Unbeknownst to Apollo as the snakes clear the future...
or the God of Nature
Lord of the Harvest
a God of the Underworld
a Son/Lover of the God
a Child of Promise
the Green Man and the Horned God
...all combined into one.

Forcing A Smile

I put on a fake face
just to keep you happy
forcing a smile
hiding what I really feel

The anger building
the hate boiling
my blood running hot
through my steaming veins

I hope your happy
for making me hide who I am for so long
I dont even remember
what my real face looks like

The face in the mirror
a stranger
even to me
after all this time

I hate the face I show you
I hate the face I hide from you
one for being fake
the other for being scared

Why I can't show my face
I don't know
but what I do know
is it hurts

I want to take off my mask
and end my pain
but i don't
in fear of inflicting it on you