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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Black Button

No dusty hair,
Nor finger bare.
No mortal blood,
Nor creature's crud.
No phantom eyes,
Nor horror cries.
No voice disturbed,
Nor whisper purred.
No invisible ghost,
Nor imaginary host.
No broken twine,
Nor sightful line.
No echo near,
Nor scratches sear.
No mountain high,
Nor river lie.
No taintful tear,
Nor dainty creer.
No wounded mind,
Nor haunting blind.
No rich belief,
Nor poor grief.
No wholesome dream,
Nor shattered scream.
No peaceful craft,
A nightmarish heart.

Ideal life.

I shall sleep on your grave tonight.

My mind is nigh, my spirits sigh.

I shall weep on the turf you call home.

Also my home, all alone.

I shall dig up your love all bare.

Scratching the dirt, scratching the hurt.

I shall die in your sleep tonight.

Never forgotten, a cheery tone.

Cynical Bastards

Dignity earned
Lost

Freedom found
Lost

Honour acheived
Lost

Humanity
Lost

Poisoned By Care.

It's right there.
Choke
Splutter
Wheezing out the
Gargling sound,
As I try to
Force
Threaten out the deadly name.

Not called by a voice.
By an eye.

Flying

Within a plethora of intelligence,
Spawns a seed of stupidity.

Death

As it seems,
Is nothing more
Nor less,

Than the gap between humans,
Between emotions
Between You

And me.