In nakedness

There is vulnerability in nakedness

And there is strength, power, and shame

 

There is grace and disgrace

There is a catch, a chase

 

In nakedness, there are geometrical shapes

 

And there is passion and love

Crime, art, and pain

 

There is a moment, a story

Courage, ecstasy, and glory

 

In nakedness, there is a false and destructive theory

 

There is a blame and game

A propaganda lame

 

In nakedness

There is freedom and truth

 

In nakedness, there is nature and god.

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Creatures

We are so pathetic

Self-loathing beings

We need clothes for shame

And make up for fame

 

Think about it

No other creature except us

Does what we do

They do not need a dress to gather attention

 

Zebra, tiger, or a leopard

They are as nature made them

Bold and proud

They live, hunt, multiply and die in freedom

 

And we Homo sapiens are born bound in thousand chains

Of society, religion, and money

We are divided from ourselves and scared of ourselves

We are predators to ourselves

 

Clever, cunning, and corrupted

Our mind, our heart

That looks for a purpose to get by

Such lowly we humans are, with no love for life

 

Searching for acceptance in the midst of our own

Being rejected by our own

We are the ones who judge our own

We kill the living and pray to the stones

 

An entire species surviving on hope

We are the only ones who need ideologies to live by

We need Jesus, Krishna, and Hercules to fight and preach

While the fishes are fishing and the dogs are having their days.

 

These Eyes

These eyes, they have seen a lot

all there was to see,

and all there was not

blood on woman’s faces

tears in men’s eyes,

the incessant silence of life

the ceaseless screams that follow death.

 

These eyes have seen,

lost lovers and betrayed friends

roads without ends

rescue boats and fighter jets

desolate mountains and captured coasts

virtue sold for banknotes

and broken heart melt on a broken bench.

 

These eyes, they have seen

fools ruling over fools,

blown up tête-à-têtes

and truths buried in secrecy

bags of happiness thrown over piles of miseries

sleep choked in the grasp of reveries

witnessed only by the lonely, noctilucent clouds

who told the stories of earth’s pain to stars deaf.

 

These eyes, they have seen

Foolish saints and clever nuns

mass murders in the name of religion

forgotten disasters and tenacious fashion trends

the cage that this life can be

waiting for rest in death’s extent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Father and the Boy or (Ah ah aah yeah!)

Father, father no, don’t do this to me

Come, come my child, I am your father

Come give it to me,

No, no, father, I am only seven you see

Come, come here, lord’s home is where you should be,

And I am here too!

Come let me thrust some blessing into you,

Ah ah aah yeah! Jerk a little more my boy,

I’m your father after all, don’t be so coy

Aah aah, ah yeah! The father came with a burst of joy,

Don’t tell anyone of the secret blessing

I have bestowed on you, you boy!

And come again when I call

Father asked the child,

The blessed boy bled from the strike of spear

But did come again to father in fear,

And did so until he was fifteen,

For the father had stopped blessing him anymore,

He loved kids below sixteen.

Pretty Marry or ( Spear of Destiny)

Pretty Marry, pretty pretty she was
Failed to meet a good old man,
In the world of woes and bane
Pretty lost she was.

Pretty Pretty Marry
She did all she could
Tried to drown her pain in whiskey
Smoked rings to let out the worry.

Last when I saw her
She was singing a song about love
Her skin showed scratches and punctured veins
Her stained teeth smiled through lips pale.

Her crimson eyes and swollen lids told her story,
And she looked, not like she did before
Pretty Marty’s pretty face
Wasn’t pretty, and her body, had lost its grace.

Pretty Marry pretty poor and pitiful she was
Last time I saw her, she was dead in an alley
Then I was young, today I am aged
Scratched, stained, and punctured, by the spear of destiny.

A Glimpse of Self

I gaze at the mirror everyday
Today I caught a glimpse of myself,
Astonished, I was
To see all that I saw,
The wounds open, and crimson that
I inflicted on myself;
The expressionless patches made up of lies that hide them,
The elevations of my pride alongside the depths of my disgrace;
I saw a child, a boy, a man
When I looked into the mirror today,
Who once was and who will never be
Jaded by technicolour of knowledge, tanned by the heat of love,
I saw tears held back by the vision
And the anger left by submission,
I saw the blackened blisters of guilt
And the scabs on my conscience,
The diminished wrinkles of a smile long forgotten,
The shamefull frowns of deeds rotten;
And a million other substances of existence I witnessed
When I looked in the mirror today,
Amazed I was to see it all and yet, not recognize myself this way.