I guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,
Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,
Red man and Scarlet have always been close,
And form an alliance against other folk.
Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,
The world would be better without men of Pink,
And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,
On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.
The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,
As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,
And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,
All driven by fear of their fellow man.
From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,
The words of calm reason to love other folk,
And who is the prophet ending this plight,
It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.
No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.
Here is the reason why.
You’re like a stomach flu.
But you’ll never die.
You were born of men.
Who violated me as they do.
If only I had stopped them.
If I could have just flew,
And got away from those,
That only seek to destroy.
I was inside their throws.
They had ignored my ploy.
I had to carry you around.
For a very long time, boy.
I felt like that I would drown.
Just so that you would enjoy.
Feasting upon my own food.
Stealing from my own diet.
To be one of my own brood.
And you’d never be quiet.
After you had been born.
During, as I should say.
My body had been torn.
On that very same day.
All you would do is cry.
And shower the room with ilk.
No matter what I would try.
You stole my precious milk.
For years you pestered me.
And took what was mine.
But now I shall be free.
And don’t you ever whine.
Now I shall do as I can.
To so proudly proclaim.
That because you are a man.
You’ll only be the same.
Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.
Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.
There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.
Lost KitesLove was paper kisses;
Beneath lyrical oaks
We cut the strings
On cellophane kites.
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.
The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.
My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?
Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashes
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr