Posts Tagged ‘Drama’

Another old piece.

Intro:
The basis of a peace treaty…is agreement…But why to do we go to war in the first place? Can’t we respect each other enough to understand that we are all humans; sharing this earth? And what’s worse, we often break treaties for our own selfish gains…I just don’t believe that how we are supposed to be in this world…

I wonder why we can’t have peace…?
I wonder why the beast seems to dominate our state of affairs…Beset with problems which nobody cares for…with arguments over resources…The source of which is rooted in between those on opposite sides of the imaginary lines…Blinded themselves to the times…Can’t seem to realize we all share this land…Or they choose to ignore…Go to war…There is a victor…And victims…A never ending system of self-defeat…So the “peace” treaty follows…However…

Too many times we don’t abide by the bylaws of the paper we sign…Filled with lies…Before the ink even dried, treaties were scorned then torn…No matter what form…No matter what style…All in good faith? No…All we do is make mockeries of different peoples…Claiming they’re feeble and should be controlled…Force them to enter our fold through loopholes and blatant hate…Now we own them…

The violations of the universal rights…Freedom and the right to life keeps getting denied…Pieces of paper mean nothing today…We raising our kids in all the wrong ways…Making them think they better than others..Our future is in the gutter…No hope for peace…It’s all I see now…
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Interface

Posted: December 6, 2013 in Poetry
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When does life really begin…?
Are we even alive…?
Or are we just brains submerged in a type of brine…
Acting out electrical impulses…
Mesmerized by flashes…
Glimpses of light…
Lies fed directly into the mind…
Primed to become a new flock of sheep…
Is this how life was meant to be…!?

In fact you can count me among the sheep…
Trying my best to break free from these shackles held ever so tightly…
By beings I can’t even begin to conceive…
Powerful beings who believe they hold all the “keys” for how society should be…
Throughout their domain, must maintain order among the lower beings…
Lassoed like beasts burned with the burden of poverty
Grandstanding “monarchies” reborn as “freedom” parties…
“Guiding” poor people to prepaid…destinies…
For they fear the free…
Must instill in all a thought…
Live life wearily…

Perhaps we are hardwired to serve…
Perhaps belief in a Higher Being can be curse…
As we’re often forced to serve at the behest of debts…
Led by men whose greatest theft is of our minds…
Robbing us of the ability to think and live life freely…
While bombarding us with targeted imagery to create a culture of fear, greed, and need for more…
A need for their unholy rule of law…
While I try frantically to find some way to pause…
This game just won’t end…Can’t bend the laws that inhibit any free thought…
Forgot to read that part which claims that each birth has its own premade fate..

Avant Garde

Posted: September 23, 2013 in Mantras
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Live life Avant Garde…

Dramatis Impersonae

Posted: December 28, 2012 in Poetry
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Intro:
Personalities…Clashing…
People claim I’m so intense…
My emotions are all so fiery…
Maybe people don’t understand me…?
Or maybe they understand me better than I do myself…
Afterall if consensus is against all I’ve ever been…Against who I am…

Smooth skin…Smooth linens…
Smooth talk…Smooth calls…
All a mirage…
For once they see my emotional “flaws”…
People proceed to leave me alone…
As if my very own thoughts beget the inevitable pause…
Taken aback at how one can comprehend words so far…
From ones original thoughts…Taking everything to the heart…
Part of me wonders while gazing at the twinkling stars…
If just one piece of light could understand me…
As all is dark…No matter how far I see, all it seems to be is just me…
Just me…

Maybe I was born with this defect that now reflects in my unending sentences…
Rendering thoughts of grief…
While they breathe:

“He must be crazy…”
“Why is he so obsessed with every single person he meets…”
“Why must every single word be filled to the brim with so much damn emotion…”
“Why won’t he see…”
“We don’t think like he does at all…”

I can’t see…
It seems…My personality/persona can’t connect with anyone at all…
Each day I take a fall for trying so hard to fit in…
Only to be laughed off…
Or ridiculed away…
Or worse…
Ignored…

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