Young stones

Distraught, running lone:
    I am a fool who must atone,
But trips at every stone!

Mesmerized

White and soft on blue,

          It floats: over all tall flue
And marveled, but clue!

Color Train

     




        Black, brown, yellow, red:
Does not matter who's your dad;
        The train goes on lad!  

I sit across

Thoughts are blurry
Bloods on hurry
I can barely scurry
To look for the other honey.

You are an anomaly
In my world, run by rationality;
You are an abnormality
In my heart, run by stability.

I would run,
But I am chained, but only a few more times
I could see,
Crystal clear, me free from the invisible chain
                      thy cast on me,
                                             unknowingly!

I sit across:
Trying hard not to stare
                                    at you, but away
Thinking hard to show:
                                    I am here, but away.

As I watch you fly:
In your world,
                      with he I envy, but never met,
In your thoughts,
                      full of lovey lies and wicked ties,
I realize you can never be mine!

Believe me,
Its hard not cry,
When you realize this loves a lie,
Nothing but a fantasy of the moon in my sky
Cause you live in your  world and l live in mine:
                                     Parallel and never to get by,
Its my final goodbye: only nine more times!
                                 

The Prisoner

I woke up today,
                         before the earliest sun
I woke through gray,
                         to start a new run

Finally it has come,

the day I find the sum

                       of freedom

                       of choices

To bring an end;

So I send

My regards to mend

To all other cursed hand.

I put on my best clothes,

I put on my best thoughts,

I pick up all my things

I pick my soul.

So slowly,

              like a star,

                             with the pose

                             I walk

              Out the door

to war!

And so I wake up again

                                  today,

I see the new chains

Shackled around my neck

                        transferring me to the next train!

                        

23 times

Icy wind blows through,
        They stab me twenty three
        like Caesar but lies!

Day Job

It's a dark, dark night
As I approach in guise
Of how he imagined me, right?
With a scythe, in cloak, disguise-d!

I knock: bam, bam, bam
And I hear the fool down ram!
He opens the door:
               With Enthusiasm
                With expectations through the roof
But at the first sight,
Screaming, the door he slams:
                So much for manners these days!

For thousands  of years
I have seen tears
From equal of displeasure
Running after pleasure:
             But none of such insolent as him.

He swears, he curses, he screams
               at me
But when time comes,
               I can't let thee be.

I grab him by the neck
Pulling him through the deck
Into the chariot;
I am the Harriet
              From the stars
Scrolling the lights
              For my next Scrolling stars.

Black Sheep

It all started
When I was asleep
In the bright days
          of my lonely stays

But soon I was drenched
As the thunder roared
           with loud bangs
But soon I was scared
With pain of the dead
            facing the mad

I realized:
              I could not rhyme like Eminem
I realized:
              I could nor play like Mustain
              Or Sing like Corey
I realized:
              I could not paint like Picaso
              Think like Hawking
              Or be a hero!

Black Sheep:
               Of the world,
                          which turns its back-
               Of the bonds,
                          which stabs the back-

Never will anyone,
               look through
Cause the veil of strength,
               Just another facade
                           to pull through

What I crave
               is not what I need
What I need
               is in the grave

I am Brutus
               Torned between my loyalties
                               To self
                               &
                               To realities

I wish to be Caesar
                 Guided by self
To tame the rebel
                 Into the stable

Maybe its like this for all
                 Torned between lusting pleasures
                                 & rusting needs

Or maybe I am the only damned
Bound to be the only scammed!

Foxy Morons

Its a new beginning-
               Ending the ride;
Opening every doors-
               Closing like tide;

The crook
       at the brook
Croaks
       like the brokes

But not out of pain
But out of stain

We are at war,
For good's evil,
Claiming life like tar,
For tyrant's civil.

We:
stare,bare, with care;
Out of fear, like a liar.
We:
hear,near, who's dear;
But fire everywhere.       

Confessional

Maybe it is time,
            for me to be intentional
About my rhyme-
            Of the deep rational


Maybe I will scheme:
             Against my rational dream,
About to die out lean-
             Tripping into evil streams,
But will not dare so now-
             Because has not done so how
             For almost for long chows!

Conflicting .................

When one has thoughts that conflict each other, it often becomes difficult for him/her to reach points of reasonable self understanding of needs, wants and demands of life. I have pondered quite a lot and as of right now I have no ticket out of this uncertain existence.

Conflicts are usual part of human existence, but when there's a conflict in existence itself it creates quite a turmoil oneself. We are all in search of the reason behind our existence and it helps to fuel through our everyday struggles but when one loses the reasons it can be a very vague existence fueled by lust, hunger and animal instinct which is a very empty life.

Now, it is true many turn to this kind of life, but what do they achieve? ........... NOTHING .............

I might be quite biased but one of the truth behind such an existence is that it is a loop tied by an invisible enemy which we are trying to fight off to lead our life the way we plan it to be...... but almost everyone of us tends to fail.

So where is the true salvation for people of such nature? There is no single answer since everyone one is unique and has unique problems but one thing is certain, the true salvation maybe in searching for salvation itself!

Is it too far fetched? Maybe! Will it be successful? Maybe! Will it change someone? Maybe! But it is always worth a try and I will do so ................ without a doubt! :D

Rejected

Let us all run
                  away
as far as we can
away from the lies
Taught by ties

So much I crave
But I am Just another slave
Bound,
           Tied,
                  Tried,
                           of cries.

I dreamed of castles
But found hassles
Lost in hustles and bustles
                                        of my lowly life

And so here I stand,
                               Shaken,
                                          Broken,
Taken myself off this evil den
Into the lion's mouth
Because now I see no new world
Except the shadows of my broken knife.

Lies Ties

Opening the door

               To the wild West,

Trying to score

               In a wicked test,

A violent door-

You open with jest

A dark moor-

You roam in rest

As you walk down

Holding hands;

As you talk off

Profaning self;

I wish I can remind-

Ties from lies won't

                          survive!

A stern truth you won't

                          survive!

Why Cry?

The lights flickers

         On and off,
The life sneakers
         Running up and down,
But do we know why?

Harsh words breaking me
Harsh thoughts chasing me
With such an evil eye!

Why not look around?
Why not look back?
Chained by lust-
Chained by disgust-
That is all we desire!

I might be wrong,
I hoped I was;
But its always the same song-
We sing every day
We sing every night
Wasting time for what all long!

Tell me now can we not see
The tyranny in thee,
Tell me how can we not be
The gold of society,

I have seen good-
But only with evil
I have seen lust-
But only without love.

And at this moment:
When I should lament,
For failing to cement,
The ways of ways of tyrant-

But I am no fool
Because this all ends too soon!

Still try

As I stare
       Out of the window,
I can not bear
       The crying of the widow,

Fire burning every soul
Lit from foul call

So tell me now,
        Why shed the blood!?
Show me how,
        You fight the flood?

Open the box-
        Look within
Its all a hoax-
        Lies within-

Its because you deny
       You never really try-
Its because you cry
        You never really try-

Hear my word
       You fools;
Its not late
       For stools;

The answer is here,
You need to bear!

Problemas de Sepains

As we march,
     Toward the light
As we arch,
     Forward with might

Too proud to see in night-
                                        With no light
Too proud to understand the light-
                                         Because of height

We are bound
       Truth cannot deny ;
We can rebound
       When we try;

Slave of world-
Slave of light-
         A choice you better make right!