Just don’t
When caught by shock I get your message of
Accusing tone solidified by ribbons
Why do you even care to pack it up
I see what this is about without attempting unpacking.
Did you think that the harshness thereof
Would make you fierce and brave for once
Instead of a lecture you granted me a hub
Within which I’d be rethinking our being
Human condition is certainly relation.
However, with overpopulation
I got to choose whether I’m entering this obligation.
Had always warned you that being
With me is fairly easy
Just enjoy your time
Not talk about a dime.
Let’s be perceptive towards others
Even when they appear to be outside of our bubbles.
Not bother but empathise.
Not harden but realise.
Fundamentally I only ask you to be human
Get out of your corner and refuse to be a puppet,
Of your emotions that be conveyed as an asset.
Shoulda known obnoxious
A couple of obvious social evolutions
Once life appeared as smooth as butter
However not even Murphy’s misleading heaven sends solutions
Nothing left but a harsh, misused, self-absorbed piece of clutter
Malicious, Ambitious, Prodigious, Picturesque Resolutions
Subtle, but Sidewalked, Exposed, Conventionally sentencing mutter
Mumbling exceeding to intrusive roaring calculations
To be included or not to be accepted
Freedom of choice is not overrated but underestimated
Nurtures’ chains are squashing veins, tearing up flesh, trying to dissolve backbone
Endless hierarchical oppression backstabbing vicious circle’s slave
You shoulda known that they will throw the first stone
If you’re life isn’t a spotlessly linear enclave.
Golden age will arise if you refuse pathetic, superficial, dead senses
After you’ve lost the link to big brothers world, will you see the essences.
Reset.
The rhythm of success paces the heartbeat.
The progress of science frames the set, called life.
There is slowly an overload to posses…
The one path designed to be clean and neat.
Still souls loose themselves without finding a seat.
Blueish shadows are dancing around black
leaves.
The streams of water are clear.
Violet colour strings are dividing up above
the leaks.
One may think that our mother dear -
was put to sleep transcending into
finest purgatory
More than ever one (thought about)
boasting of reluctance.
-without having understood the unbearable minusculity of
one’s own existence.
Teardrop and Fire
It’s my first moment of freedom to take a deep breath
It’s the very last strenuous effort I can offer this world
My phantom is running low on emotions to save up the last drop of life
Is this what makes a being human?
Is it this emptiness that makes up for my culpability and ignorance?
Who gives me the legitimacy to judge upon such a cause?
Is this egocentricity the reason for the reign of disproportion?
Have been fooled throughout all THE life.
Have accepted every bit of frustration without handling almightiness.
Who leads my way?
This is not necessarily a feeling of anxiety
but rather the stream towards variety!
There is no need for chemical boundaries
when we need only some more flatteries
towards the anti-authority’s
This is not specifically a proof of mental quality
but rather the humble attempt to account for our insanity
the ones who chose to serialize DNA
even though they do not equal quite as much
as muds to clay.
Therefore beware of betray
like of a soul-cutch!