A society caste aside
Divided by prejudiced pride
In a web
Of lies, trouble & misery
I turn for help
I trap myself more
So now ...
I lay still
Clinging to hope
Friends apartGood friends
But when they pull
In all directions...
Where do you go?
Do you stay ?
Or get pulled apart?
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Broken by an arrowShe cast,
And hit somethin'
But did cause
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
HeartlockerHe locked his.
But lost the key
She can't steal it
So she tried to break
into the safe
instead ended up..
breaking what's inside.
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
DemocracyIn this day and age
We have never been more free
The world is at its most peaceful
But that is not what we see
In fact the countries that are "free"
Need to find a way to start
Address the problems that have
That threaten to tear themselves apart
We claim that the system is great
We all think that it is fair
When in reality it's anything but
But all we do is despair
Before democracy it was only
The king's opinion that mattered
Until the peasants hanged their king
And became their own masters
Then democracy came
Signalling the end of tyranny
But democracy mad become flawed
Corrupted by bigotry and money
Democracy is a system
That was certainly better than the last
The people were all free
But that was in the past
Democracy only really works
For those in the majority
And those who suffer the most
Are always the minority
But even the majority now
Has been circumvent
The ones in power now
Are known as the one-percent
I think that the time has come
It's time to hand over the reigns
Human Mirrors (Czech poem)Lidská Zrcadla
Ruce - a nohy
a pod listím - hroby
z nebes - prší mdloby,
však v pouhém odrazu doby.
Kde se slina Země rozlévala,
dnes hnízdi supi hladoví.
kde kvítka zemi posévala,
tam draci z kovu pásoví.
Kam zmizelo jen teplo lidské duše?
snad vylilo se ven do ledové pouště?
hřeby v rukou, ale tasíme meče
a s modlitbou se k bohu lži ozývají tiše
Mezitím pod mraky sochy,
do stínu sedají mouchy,
jejichž křídla zakryla
i ten poslední kus plochy.
Tak pojď člověče, k zrcadlu blíž
Jsi sám sobě obrazem, o kterém sníš?
He SavedIs he saved, he saved by He?
Is he saved as saved can be?
Is he free from fear and doubt?
Free to live what life's about?
Is he free from evil and sin,
Now he's let the good guy in?
As painlessly, away are cast
All ill deeds from his past?
Replaced with holy guiding light,
Out of mind is out of sight.
A new man, born again is he,
A cleared account, can't you see?
Absolved of all his lesser side,
Full half himself he has denied,
And not the half that smiles and gives,
Be assured, both sides live.
But a sin known
Is a sin ungrown
And to blindly reject
Leaves vice unchecked.
Life's a long-term balance book,
So be honest, take a look.
Your life is yours, it's always been,
Keep it close, foul or clean.
And if you want to shift it up,
Once a while, dollar the cup.
Do some good for those in need,
To be a good soul, just do good deeds.
Fight the evil, if it makes you glad,
Or just outnumber, good over bad.
But never ever think it right,
To simply cast it to the night,
And say "I'm sorry, set m
taxedtaxed at work
taxed at play
taxed all night
taxed every day
taxed when I'm up
taxed when I'm down
taxed when I smile
taxed when I frown
taxed when I'm rich
taxed when I'm broke
taxed if I drink
taxed if I smoke
taxed to enter
taxed to exit
taxed when it breaks
taxed to fix it
taxed wide awake
taxed deep asleep
taxed to cross the bridge
taxed if I leap
Bohemian PeopleBlessed be the outcasts,
living off of what is past,
not giving a fuck,
of what they think of us.
We go with the flow,
we don't do this for the show,
we got tired of living in cages,
freed ourselves from the old ages.
We don't follow societal conventions,
and we don't do this for your attention.
We Toast! To our voice they hear.
We boast! To our choice they fear.
We are the avant garde,
and to the norm we show no regard.
We are the poets without a clue,
we are the artists who just do.
What harm do we bring?
We bring none,we only sing.
We sing with our unchained hearts,
readily tearing enslaving expectations apart.
Tell me, human, what does describe you?
What do you think makes you different from me?
The language you speak or the nation you live
or is it something you deeply believe?
Country, religion, colour or wealth..
I wouldn't use these to describe myself.
What do you stand for, what is your dream?
Is this society what does it seem?
Running the circles unable to leave
what are we chasing in need to achieve?
Again and again and again and again...
Ideas should be the measure of men!
Your soul is telling you where you belong
the life is a journey, you need to be strong!
Search for your allies and start the group!
First let the mind speak, then break the loop!
OrderManiacal Maelstrom leeching Society
Festering Mayhem, spawn of the lazy Nation.
Archaic Laws dictating modern Anomalies
Pure truth, evil, pristine, void of Reason.
Deriving ideas, death of Logic.
A dirge played
By children dethroning Kings
Masking literary creations, borderline
All but none, ordered Disarray
Defines this grotesque Abstract
Billionar (Czech Poem)Bilionář
Stařec, mezi stromy křičí, třímá snář
Na kompasu ručka sebou seká
Zrcadlo, obraz života, sprostý lhář
Smutek, růžové brýle z očí smeká
V tržnici, na náměstí, teď prodávají tvář
Vedle rezavé cely kde postel je vždy měkká
Na podlaze, v křečích, leží obrazů žhář
V rukou ho pálí rozhodnutí velká
Místnost, tak chladná, uhasíná světla zář
A krev v žilách začíná být suchá
V rukou křehkých, pocity, nasáklý diář
Však slova v něm tak bezvýznamně hluchá
Kompas na zem upadá, rozlitý kalamář
Jak zrcadlo osobnosti náhle puká
Tvář, za sklem, na které straně
Iron Rose (Czech Poem)Železná Růže
V bílé noci měsíce jež hvězdy poseté má střevíce
shlížím z oblak dolů na zem
na železnou růži mezi davem
Ať jsi ten kdo sýpá hladem
nebo právě kypíš blahem
zastav čas a přemýšlej
krásu růže v nitru přivítej
Však roste v zemi stále
a lidé jen chodí dále
podceňující moc, krásy malé
meče ostré i ženy něžné
hlavy zlaté i nohy chudé
mistři učení i snílci bláhový
všichni praví, lidé - jsou už takový
však dítě, to předsudky nezná
to osloví, jen krása němá
kráčí davem, očky hledá
usmívá se, růži zvedá
její železná vůně roz