Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Public Humiliation

On this

Stage.
Where
Your money speaks your power
Your face becomes the admirer
Your body possesses the desire
Your person goes to cower
Your words turns to powder

Unnoticed by the rusty hinges,
Swept away by the churning gears.

Which sane mortal would otherwise consume
The plethora of matter
To upgrade a machine
Which ticks away sickly
Until death grinds the bones away?

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Freedom from Oppression.

The sun doesn't rise,
The moon doesn't set.
The mind doesn't decide,
The heart doesn't rest.

Across all waters,
Love travels free.
Over the tallest mountains,
And under the deepest seas.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Goodbye World.

It's not the sound or sight that matters,
Nor the mind or heart that shatters.
The wisdom for truth is denied
And the hatred for love is implied.

Grandeur greed is treasured,
And lustful sinning is pleasured.
Mourning loss is punished,
While betraying self is polished.

Mindfully invalid thoughts prized,
Cherished nemesis advised.
Doubtful crazes are blank,
Into a death which we will thank.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Wishful thinking.

My eyes cannot see,
But I see your smile.

My ears cannot hear,
But I hear your laugh.

My hands cannot touch,
But I feel your heart.

My nose cannot smell,
But I smell your warmth.

My tongue cannot taste...

But I can only imagine your lips pressing against mine.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Asleep I am yet asleep I am not.

Wisdom and knowledge cannot be more boring
Than those you thought are boring.
The boringosity transcends across brains,
And penetrates my skull, thus asleep it falls.
Boringness is one concept I don't understand
Both contagious yet so thought provoking.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Mannequins

We are only for show
How otherwise,
Would we senselessly dress,
Disguise
Or act,
Unless we fancy another
Or indeed care
For our own appearance?
We judge explicitly
And secretly judged
By worth,
Worthlessness
Or no worth at all.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The title is right.

Daunt in as lye f may be,
Eye do knot no weather or not
My sole is inn a rue in
Or sim plea brow can in peas es.

I wood lie k to make cents
Of this ran dumb mess,
Sloe lee organ eye zing mye self
And on my too feat.