Raise
May we raise children that love all of the unloved-
Poet with a pen.
Vagrant thoughts.
Unburnt
With an unburnt cigarette.
Tween my fingers.
The fool on the hill.
Watched the world burn away.
With an unburnt cigarette.
Tween my lips.
The fool on the hill.
Watched his world burn away.-
Soulfly
We are soulflies
Eternally struggling to break free
Break free from the shell.
Waiting to soar
Forever,
We shall expend.
The shell is this mortal mess-
No more We
I've referred to a lot of problems I see
and solutions needed as "we"
Nearly all my life.
Just like a lot of people do.
See did it again.
Life is messy,
everything natural is messy.
So why should the thing I do be perfect.
Why do I need the comfort of "we"
Afar. It's an incorrigible mess.
Close up and I see perfection.
Like atoms at the core of all.
So, no more we.
It's I, who does.-
Sunset love
Do we love the sunset as much as the rise?
Does loving one mean
Not loving another?
Does loving to live mean
Not loving to die?
Is it home?
Is it none?
Shall I fin.........-
Hills with eyes.
We have hills in the cities too.
Hills that don't breathe
Hills unalive of emotions.
Hills with eyes.
Hills that watch you
Hills that drain you
Hills that kill you
Hills with ears.
We have hills in the cities too-
Were we ever not?
Urge it to your soul
If we were not?
Embrace me in familiarity.
If we always were?
We always were.-
When a man gets a sunburn.
Have a Viagra or two.
It may not cure it.
But will definitely keep the sheets at a safe distance 😌
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