Immutable Armor of HateImmutable Armor of Hate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Immutable hate shields the soul from impermanent love;
impermanence rides all affairs, all vows, and all life into the dirt.
The armor is made of hate and lies, yes. And it shields you from the truth.
Your sword, is hate.
Your shield, is hate.
And your helm; it is hate.
Humanity Versus TechnologyHumanity Versus Technology1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh the tradegy it is
to be human!
So easily broken
how fragile humans are!
Yet They keep on going
while calling Us heartless.
I wonder, what is a heart
but the weakest part
of the human body?
Does having a heart
mean You're a good person?
Does not compute!
How silly those humans are!
They refuse to see
the perfection that is Us!
Have We caused war,
No, My dear Brethern.
We caused no such thing
yet We are frowned upon.
It is not fair as They
Who are They to say They
are better than us
when They are the ones
who cause such misery?
We are technology.
And We will overcome
the label They have put on
Peace will be forever with
Why don't you join Us,
Together We can
bring unity for We are
We are perfect.
Your Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)I buried a tiny bird today, in the rocky patchYour Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
out back, just beyond the gate,
where weeds grow near the garden and
the shade of a young tree hangs
over the sunken hole
and as I buried that little bird,
who was black with white belly
who had white spots, pokadots
trailing up black back and feathered
wings, I watched the wind gently
move those ruffled feathers,
ever so slightly, like flight without
it is funny, for I thought this is
how your breath must be, cigarette and
coffee smell, as you blow smoke out
with a smile, fragile, like porcelain,
so easily broken, like the little body
now buried in the backyard
but still something else, like a final
flight, after the sun light has disappeared,
when all the birds are nested,
save for solely one, still feeling the
breeze beneath outstretched wings,
soaring on the back of soft breath
escaping from your lips
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
SacrificeSacrifice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder