Posts Tagged ‘mature’

Posted: August 17, 2016 in Adventure
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Prisoner of the war

Cuffs cuts through my wrists, eyes blindfolded.
I walk amongst the deads of the Collosals.
Nations have fought, and a Nation has fallen,
Miles away in the burning desert of the death,
The line of control has been re-written in blood.

The blindness paints itself in the blinding pain,
The rugged of my boots sinks in the hot sand.
Somewhere a broken transistor crackles in chaos,
I walk at the nudge of the rifle at the shoulders.
There is a blade still dug fresh in my thighs.

The War is over or at least I deduct it is,
Suddenly the deafening sound of missiles has ceased.
The bomb last night threw me unconscious.
The pool of blood I sank in, dried on the earth.
Next I remember were the blindfold and a broken arm.

I had heard war time stories at the campfires.
Of numerous prisoners of war who never returned.
And I heard of horrible experiments I might get into.
Maybe I would never know if we won the War,
Maybe I will never see the daylight ever again.

Do they know if I have been alive all this while?
Will my wife receive the pension to stay alive?
Does even my Nation still exists, I do not know.
As I walk into the place where no God exists,
I know I’m walking into the most lonely place.

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Posted: August 17, 2016 in emotions
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The Children of no one

As the faints of dusk grows, the neon and hazel lit,
Those dying orange of the sky, the bubble moon standing by.
Rises from wrecked damp houses, the critters of unknown.
Their heads like tiny bulb and clumps of brown dirty hair.
Battered faces, those sparkling eyes in the infected lair.

Call them rotten degrade, born lone, the mistake of trade.
While they hunt for garbage cans, their mother lay in moan.
Hormones pulsing hard, this city of mannered wolves.
They come, they pay and lay. Skin sold cheap here, who cares
Next day, another day, people change, moans stays.

The lovely trinkets at the city fair, the pink & blue balloons.
They sell, their voice so meek and frail, of hunger and despair.
And when the city sleeps, they shivers in the traces of fire
The homes they have, is of trade, of passion, lust and desire.

Next morning they rise and wipe the ashes of their clothes.
Muddy tea and a bun, they are ready for the day.
The work at cleaners, the gutters and garages. They earn.
Their Mothers sold in market, for father they never yearn.

The houses all infected, the diseases, sweat and sore
Few die of killing sickness, few live to witness more.
Their eyes all sunk in bones, the smiles they never saw
And the lives of such hollowness, all it does is grow.

The tiny breathing puppets, a mere ghost in existence,
They are story of survival, ignorance and persistence
In brothel all their lives, their mother in a money run
Carved out of a night’s trade, they were born to no one.

Posted: August 17, 2016 in emotions, Fictional Romance, Rap
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Drown the pain, in s still greater pain

Feet stomping. Hey can you listen them on roll?
Their New Year Call. Electronics emerging, surging.
The laser falling on their tees, and submerging.
Wait yeah, I am installing happiness in me.
Look, its failing miserably. Let me stand here, or disappear.
Go walk to the party, nah let them not jeer.
Hear, the music, stilettos and those hot chicks.
Glass clinking, blinking. All drinking and sinking
Listen, drink one for me, and keep laughing.
Dance like forever and I’ll keep watching.

Those flashes don’t blind me anymore. I ignore,
The DJ, and the crowd roar. I keep staring away.
Stray, I want to cry loud, blow myself inside out.
But shit, that’s not how these emotions are employed.
The codes of a loner, the ethics of the destroyed.
Hallucinating in every possible pain, so insane.
My feathers so burnt, ashes falling on my smoking flesh.
So fresh. I desire to die, hold on to my own death and cry.

How can you laugh at me, what makes me look so funny.
Honey, I’m not gonna lie, I failed and I don’t deny.
Or beg you to stay, go away. Look at those party lights.
Their glory, their brights and exotic drizzling heights.
Fly as you ever did, while blood in me drains, and rains.
Stains, till my worth fades, and my existence looks a scar.
Capture me while i laugh like something gone very wrong,
While I step on the edge, and rush down like a shooting star.

I am full of anger, and I am not pretending. Intending,
To walk off forever, wherever. With a knife in the soul,
Begging console. I’ve lost all my mind, I’m lost in the time.
I stare at the void of brilliant depression. Till I collide.
And burst into flames of dazzling sun and a millions of blames.
I dig up the earth and bury my name. And drown all my pain,
In a still greater pain……….