The last pull it is
I get this mind convinced
And the next one will be the last one
And the last one will be the next one
The dangers i know
As this smoke i blow
Is this life i lose slow
Into the sea of addiction i flow
What i rip is death
From this smoke i sow
This death
This destruction commenced all for the show
The next one requires a portion of this life
So is the next one that has my life claimed
By the chains of destruction my life chained
By this addiction in to doom my future driven
Escorted i am to my grave
By this cigarette smoke
These are my answers,my questions. This is my interpretation of existance,my judgement,my view,my final say. This is the elaboration of my emotions. Poetry is my expression.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
If success was alive
If success was alive
I'd be its best friend
That's all I need to survive
And this happiness will not be a pretend
If success was alive like me
Misery will be our enemy
Suppression will be our rival
And victory will be our destiny
We will escape this world's insanity
And our friendship's security
Will be in the hands of loyalty
Our home will be royalty
If success was alive
It would cut restriction's throat
Like a vampire it will drink restriction's blood
To strengthen its heart
If success was granted life
Freedom will be success' indestructible knife
To cut restriction's ropes
That tie our hopes
That hang our dreams
In suppression's gallows
If success was alive
We would be best friends for life
I'd be its best friend
That's all I need to survive
And this happiness will not be a pretend
If success was alive like me
Misery will be our enemy
Suppression will be our rival
And victory will be our destiny
We will escape this world's insanity
And our friendship's security
Will be in the hands of loyalty
Our home will be royalty
If success was alive
It would cut restriction's throat
Like a vampire it will drink restriction's blood
To strengthen its heart
If success was granted life
Freedom will be success' indestructible knife
To cut restriction's ropes
That tie our hopes
That hang our dreams
In suppression's gallows
If success was alive
We would be best friends for life
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
My purpose for life
The heavy weight of interpretation
Of existence on my shoulders.
The bitter taste of unsaid words on my tongue
I have 2 spit.
On my dependence emotions sit
I do not search for understanding
But for recognition
Of this mysterious creation,
Of suppressed emotions
And all those in the hands of ignorance,
And All those in the ownership of existence
I search for knowledge
And awareness
Of beauty and harmony,
Disaster and destruction,
The causes and sources
Of activity in this magnificent creativity
I do not write for change
But for the realization of the reasons for transformation
This vital information
My job is life
My unemployment is death
My earning is living
This is my purpose for life.
Of existence on my shoulders.
The bitter taste of unsaid words on my tongue
I have 2 spit.
On my dependence emotions sit
I do not search for understanding
But for recognition
Of this mysterious creation,
Of suppressed emotions
And all those in the hands of ignorance,
And All those in the ownership of existence
I search for knowledge
And awareness
Of beauty and harmony,
Disaster and destruction,
The causes and sources
Of activity in this magnificent creativity
I do not write for change
But for the realization of the reasons for transformation
This vital information
My job is life
My unemployment is death
My earning is living
This is my purpose for life.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
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