Your very own world

LIVING IN MY FANTASY WORLD
 
I prefer my fantasy world
 
Coloured in pale pink and blue
 
Seas that you cannot drown in
 
Skies of multiple hue
 
We congregate
 
On little islands
 
Sleep and dream
 
Love and lounge
 
Half fish, half human
 
In and out of natural fountains
 
Falls, and waterspouts
 
Our skin of luminescent colours
 
Sometimes transparent
 
Or of chameleon palettes
 
Our eyes, like cats, orange wide
 
Our hair, all colours, long and wild
 
We eat the fruits of seaweeds
 
Pick the flowers of the islands
 
Drink from the dazzling dew
 
Talk in voices that mesmerize
 
Speak of poetry and love
 
Send our thoughts on wings of light
 
Touch, cuddle and provide delight
 
For we are a democracy
 
Of fugitives from sanity
 
Tired of being unequal at birth
 
We flee here to be accepted
 
In whatever we wish
 
To be manifested
 
So we can be shape-shifters
 
Magicians, liars, familiars
 
We have finally found
 
Freedom to be
 
Not judged by others
 
For things we never asked
 
So I invite all those
 
Who do not fit it
 
This fantasy land is unlimited
 
There is only one law here
 
Love each other
 
So we all heal.
 

in my world i'd be president then i'd do away with the constitution
i'd be dictator
i'd make america greater than it ever was
we would once again be top dog
i'd make everything great i'd be like ivan the great
bahahahahahahahahahahah
joy would fill the streets until April 17th bahhahahahha
its like d day to your wallet hahahah
then i will take alll of north america and then the world
i will bring joy to the world untill April 17th that say is my super day
tax time
or untill my heart gets broken i kill myself ad it all goes into turmoil
big war yada yada

tall boots and short skirts


i want to be
the friction in your jeans
or the hand up your skirt
i know im a dog
for what its worth
seven billion other people in this world
so i know i cant be the best so neither should you

i want to be
the shadows in your dreams
or the hand up your shirt
i want to pawn it all
for what its worth
countless people pass away from this world
i could be next and so could you

i want to be
your wants and your needs
or the man that stops your hurt
i wont fuck it up
for what its worth
just for a moment i want to be your world
i dont know what to expect and neither should you

Dream World

There would be equal rights for gay people
Marijuana would be legal
There would be a female president
Homeless people would have a residence
Education would trump over war
Recycling won't be considered a chore
The deficit would be paid
Treaties would be made
World peace would be achieved
There would be a cure for HIV
Racism would cease to exist
Power won't only be for the rich
As good as all this seems
I realize it's only just a dream

"My World"

A world, Where someone will talk To me
Where someone will Actually care about me
Where I am not hated, At every turn
Clouds everyday. Watching the sky
Sun always covered, So I can just stare up
A blanket of fear That wraps around me
Holding me tight, Never leaving my side
A dark shadow, That follows me everywhere
Love that doesn’t hurt, Hate only on others
Pain that’s never mine, Agony that’s not always shoved down my throat
Joy that is only mine, Happiness felt by no one else
I rule And people listen to me
A place where I am not ignored
Isn’t that just great
A place where, I don’t have to cry Everyday
Because another person Told me something mean
Where no bullies exist Because they bring me sorrow
Where my tears Don’t have to fall To make someone happy
A place that can love me, Where I can be myself
Where I can believe in others, Not always hiding Behind my lies
A place Where my nights Don’t have to be filled with screams
Where I have no bruises, Scars, scrapes, or burns
Where I can try. Where I don’t constantly
Wish to die. If only this world Were true
To save me From my loneliness
Where my nights Don’t have to be so dark
Where my mind Doesn’t have to be so twisted
Where I don’t have to watch Everyone I love Die in front of me
While I am helpless To do anything And cant even speak
Even though I see it coming, I see it speeding
Coming straight forward, About to hit, And make an impact
A paradise Compared to the hell I currently live in
Where I don’t have to shout To even be heard
This is a place
Where everyone loves me, Where there is no hate
Where no one dies, Where everyone lives
Where everyone is kind, Where no one abuses me
Where I am not a supporting character to my own life
Where I can be free from all my pain and agony
this is a place
where i am alone
yet sorrunded
by people
that dont resent me
it truly is
an odd and twisted world

but its my world

The Modern Warfare

I crossed you; I saw you;
I greeted you; we spoke;
I am no more with you but I am burdened with your views;
Now I am standing alone; like a crazed buffoon;
A modern day Sisyphus; fighting imaginary monsters;
Pushing a rock that weighs lighter than a feather.
 
You are a seasoned artist;
A beguiling orator who only spits delicious venom;
You mocked my plans; you bruised my morale;
I could witness the eclipse of my vision in those seven minutes;
You buried my knowledge of the self, my achievements and my success;
I stood like a hollow entity that was to be crushed and trampled by mightier brains.
 
I sat on a chair unseen by the malicious mob;
The noise of the train could no more kindle emotional eruptions;
A sip of water brought some clarity and I regained my lost vision;
I smiled at the bigger enemy within me;
The illegitimate weed that evolved from the union of my beliefs and my fears;
You skeptical, vague witch, you can never break me.

The Second Coming


Abidance and Tolerance to a Man are like his two eyes;  
Neither can he prefer one over the other,      
Nor can he mutilate one and become a rejecter;  
If he maintains and polishes these two jewels regularly,  
He is pronounced a social, ethical and divine Animal;  
But if these two ornaments rust and rot beyond repair,  
And begin to strangle the tender throat of the subject,  
He must continue to embrace pain and bury his will under the hypocritical soil,  
In order to stay up in the hierarchy of Beings;  
He would constantly be tempted to taste the fruit from the tree of Change;  
But Alas! He must repress his satanic dreams of revolution;  
He is destined to wait and seduce his companion to commit the act of Disobedience.  
   
Sometimes this hot blooded animal cools his furnace-like mind;  
He becomes willing to dream less, think less and Love more;  
He feels that it is better to be a sacrificial lamb    
If the wool of his skin can provide warmth to his loved ones;  
But who knows whom this misanthropic Society loves?  
It is the Second Coming of this meek Animal;  
He prepares to shake the foundations of this brutal society with his volcanic roar  
When he realizes that the various Establishments and Institutions    
Crave to soak their skins in the blood of Mankind.  
   
   
   

The Second Self


There is one thing that unites
The enlightened minds of this era;
They hate subjugation; they crave for freedom;
They say they love discussions and conversations;
The Multiplicity of opinions is encouraged by each individual;
May be this philosophy helps them increase their followers;
May be this view serves as a sword in the battle against mightier minds;
They say they invite criticism;
They admire virtues like frankness, bluntness and originality;
Diplomacy, Submissiveness and Capitulation
Are qualities that they criticize in the most abominable language;

This is the reason that they abhor the politicians of today’s time.
They hate temples and churches because the rituals bind them;
The Feminists have become misandrists;
The children would not think twice before murdering their dominating fathers;
Even the most illiterate worker understands Marxism;
Many battles have been fought for liberty;
Many revolutionaries have lived and died for independence;
But behind every opaque wall and closed room
There is a never ending conflict; a power struggle;
A contest for the throne of the Monarch;
In public speeches, people say they oppose Nazism;
But in their private spaces, they channelize all their energies
To comfort the Hitler in them; the evil Twin; the Second Self.

"7 Sins of a World"

dark and twisted
shrouded in evil
despair rules it all
misery is my friend
my one and only friend
living is a sin
dying is a pleasure
an honor for only me
greed all over the streets
pride in every soul
lust in every bedroom
wrath in everyone's speach
sloth in every corner
of this world
this wicked world
and last
but not least
envy is everywhere you look
in every nook and cranny
in every heart and soul
we envy the dead
for escaping this place
this hell which is my world