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
niemandeine Stadt aus Stille und Stein
Häuser aus Staub und Spinnweben
niemand verursacht gerne Leid
und niemand zerstört gerne Leben
eine Statistik errechnet die Tode
für die letzte und nächste Partie
niemand begann diese Kämpfe
und niemand beendete sie
über den Wolken ist Leere
unter den Wolken liegt Rauch
niemand legte das Feuer
der Wille zählt auch
'Should' Shouldn't Be TrustedPlans are made
to be cancelled and changed,
and promises are made to be broken.
to be spread far and wide,
and truths are mythical
and hardly ever spoken.
Trust is the target on your back,
that tells everyone where to stab you,
and from great love usually comes
even greater hate...
The single commonality
that all these things share,
is that Should never showed up,
or it arrived far too late.
Because Should is unreliable at best,
and dangerous at worst,
because it rarely lives up
to its own definition-
whether it travels on its own,
or in tandem with Not,
It's more fickle
than even vague supposition.
You should honour your commitments,
and that shouldn't be a problem.
I should have the money by Friday,
and you should always wear a condom.
You should listen to your mother,
and you should never tell lies;
and you should stand up to bullies,
'cause they should pick on someone their own size.
All these problems that are caused,
when Should is AWOL or MIA,
It Doesn't Pay to Be a PillarWe love to create idols,
and to raise them up high-
hold them up as examples,
stretching into the sky...
But even as we adore them,
spreading our insincere love all around,
we're already eagerly anticipating
the far more enjoyable orgy,
when we tear them back down.
Just like we've misused
and abused the word 'hero',
until it's been stripped of
its original meaning;
we've likewise forgotten
the more sinister definition of 'idol',
as something the ignorant and superstitious
place fanatical false belief in.
But the one positive thing,
that can be said about modern idols;
even though it often
stretches the truth to tell,
is that in the end,
very few of our modern idols
ever set out,
to choose such a rôle for themselves.
The same can't be said for pillars:
Those considered of indispensable station-
the only thing that most pillars have in common,
is a true craving for adulation...
Because merely being needed,
is never enough.
It's not as pure a high,
as being thought essential.
Hardenshipping SonnetThere were once two leaders of land and sea,
who cared about their goals:
Yet they were too obsessed to see
the disasters that will unfold.
They also have yet to see into the love,
deep down within their hearts:
until they they met up high above,
and were struck by cupids darts.
Sadly the love remained hidden,
because of the long stayed feud;
they kept it deep down within,
a world of deep seclude.
It took only one to show the errors of their ways,
and help bring the two much brighter happier days.
When a Black Feather Falls in the Well of LightWhite figures pass by the black light,
Indifferent, they follow their routine daily flight.
Black fog swallows the city white,
Apathetic, they never cared about the blight.
Once, they say, stars used to be bright,
But it was long ago, four lifetimes, maybe five.
Black is the sky now, with nothing white
To tell you if it's day outside, or night.
White faceless shells in a city charred -
They speak untruths with intentions of spite.
Give them something and they'll say you are kind,
But ask for a favor and they will curse you and bite.
Black hearts beat in their husks of white,
Pump tar through their system into their wretched minds.
Wisdom gave way to corruption and might.
Love and Sympathy followed her and jumped off a height.
Someone says something, but is it right?
On the tribune, they pour rubbish into your mind.
And blackest lies are uttered by teeth most white.
What a delight! Why would you fight?
The Bishop's MessageThey speak of things we don't desire
Crimes committed like murder for hire
Destruction created through chaos and fire
Now our obsessions control the future
Scared to speak truths or make emotions through humor
Not accepting of characters, of shooters, abusers
What we had is now just rumors
The end of days through media vision
Forced us to divide our beliefs and decisions
Rapture to the foolish who bow to religion
Where was God when you were told through confusion
After all, we're children to the optical illusion
I don't speak for the passionate
My words are as hollow as the devil's advocate
No one has the right to offer the less fortunate
A reality full of abandonment
Cross your fingers.