It was you that designed and set free your monsters that obey the fears that you breed that began deep within your shadows as a whisper from a bitter seed that you watered with strangled feelings inlisting thoughts
If one cannot control it then one shouldnt do it if one by nesserty has to use it then one should control it or one will become nothing more then a fracured parasite with uncontroled habits and fears pretending to be in control
What did you do my love, I overheard him talking about fucking you in a pub, And I knew for months, I kept calm as my love was pure, my heart to brain told, And I still proposed, You messaged him straight away, Ran me close to my grave, As I wanted you to admit, I wanted you the clean girl not of sin, Not to the Quran you're born, Or Bible me, I was was showing you since you asked, What a man should be.
I showed you the world in this knowledge, All the stars, You loved Coldplay and we saw, Also...
Neither am I happy nor am I sad Wrongly thinking of myself as this body with which I am clad I am the absence of sound the eternal essence You can take my body away but not my presence
I want to be grateful to this power that led me to this path The sounds of the universe moving like ripples in the bath Hereís my predicament, I am that power Knowing thereís no difference between the known and the knower
All I can do is to marvel and to watch The suffering of this world that has no match Wish I could yell out loud, wish I could tell...
There's a big rock coming and it's gonna plow the field and when it's done and dusted our history nearly forgotten just scraps painted on cave walls with new gods from our destoryed global civilization who were once very very rich
Can anyone relate to these poems? Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment. I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother. When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him. I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine? Do you believe me? Can you relate? Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I ask you hypothetically, what matters? Work equals pay Which equals stuff And more and better pay Equals quality stuff But all stuff nonsense So, I ask you Does anything you buy or aquire matter? Material is bought Burrowed Then stolen Now life is caged And imaginary birds fly So i ask you Do they matter ? Hearts are comforted Loved Then broken So, i ask you Does love matter? Stars and the moon Before sun rises in the morning After ungrateful breaths are drawn By those who...
WHERE MAN LIVES ! Where are we in this endless space ? Where is the start ? Where is its end? If our sun is so far off , and millions like it are strewn off , What can we guess about this space ? Where are its depth and its extent ?
What can man be ? A creeping ant ? I would love like that ant to be . It may find itself in a field . The field has limits it can see , and after all it has no mind ; no more than that ants wish to find.
It is hard for man to look up and see the space that extends far with...
THE TRUTH WILL MAKE YOU FREE . I need the hand that always knows the truth to lift me up to where the facts are known. Then, l behold the truth which future life will show in coming heaven, but from now .
So great will be the man whose earthly life is plain and clear as his life in the sky . He will have peaceful life both now and then , and nothing will remorse his future mind .
The earth will change to heaven if man lives the truth that will be known in future life . In heaven man will live as his heart feels , the...