Monday, January 19, 2015

Pop-culture's hashtag



When society is pop-culture’s hashtag
And we become the propaganda of self-righteous brags

It is the trouble beyond heaven or hell
I’ll take a belief at a difference of me
Before I’ll buy what morality sales
My opinion’s stitched between my shoulders and sleeve
Humans’ error with faulty responsibility

It is not just the body we must please
Our minds hold logic to dreams
And our brains need more than just a freeze

That’s the crank in the mechanics
But here is my sensitive panic
From every fanatic to romantic
The heart’s symbolic tactic

Trees are to breath
As souls are to humanity
Don’t chop them down to we have nothing left
To not know your soul is insanity
Keep the earth’s soil wet
And plant more to flourish with vanity

Living in existence
Is an individuality that is nonexistent
For we all have a purpose
That is why love is written in chorus
And the world revolves around us
Will history ever serve us justice?




Thursday, July 24, 2014

Humanity's Pardon




I fear the darkness behind bright eyes

The visible mask with translucent disguises

Accustomed to salaried costumes

The grit topped off with perfume

And the button down of cologne

Barely alone

Naked with or without purity

The lonely wants security

Flirty needs

Plant filthy seeds

The encouraged will nourish

Money does not make the soul rich

Invested in what society has dishearten

 Inhale slowly now breathe—humanity's pardon






Monday, April 15, 2013

Waiting on Yesterday




Waiting on yesterday

Before youth escapes me

And where one day has always been

The finish of all I began

A lonely triumph to victory

The solace of worthy

The forgotten less of worthiness

And the more adored was once a bore

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Incoherent Ease


Loose thrills—incoherent ease
Prude insecurities worry so confidently
Hasty negativity rushes what will happen—what will be?
Imagination drills reality
Screwing what could be
Do you believe in only what you see?
What’s been sawed between you and me?
Dusty particles or ratios of ideals
Someone’s idea pays the bills
Sweeping another into a closet of skills