Wishing to depict themselves as powerful…
To enforce a respect.
But to others,
They just annoy!
Forming alliances with those just as wicked…
This sickness like a cancer spreads.
And they wish to rule,
With a dominance over others.
But that will never happen.
Since they are killing themselves instead.
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Despite your opinions,And beliefs you wish to incite.And enforcing your point of view,On those who don’t see life like you do…Will not bring you a restful sleep at night.What is right for you,Should not bring you to fight!And if it does…Be prepared to lose.Because like you,Others wish to live their lives…Like they choose to!And there…
Their jealousies and evilness
And the mental illness they have achieved!The stinging bluntness of it all,Helps them to seekThe best medicationTo sedateTheir craze!Episodes they chose to live without meaning,In a bitterness that is dazed!And even morphine can not subdue,Their screaming!Or remove the memories that haunt their days!Their jealousies and evil ways,Have created their diseases…Somehow an ‘allure’ of this sickness…
What rights of mine,
The poor of these wars,Still remain bitter and sour…And getting even poorer.The hungry and the homelessness,Creeps upon front doors.And warmongers have made self righteousness…A vision of risks and accepted conflicts.What rights of mine…Defends this fighting all the time?Everywhere I turn,My needs are ignored.Yet to the frontlines is where I’m sent,To duck bullets on foreign shores.No…
We live to dream.
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There’s nothing left to be said,
A consciousness missing,Can not be knocked…Into the head,Of one whose thought process has stopped,Been blocked, stiffled or dead!A waste of time occurs instead!If a shallowness is groomed…Room for depthnessHas long been shed.So even if those wishes are shown,We must gather those feelingsInside of us condoned.And hopefully a thought to thinkWill begin to sinkInto others left…
Slipping from your knot…
A hold I seem not to stop,Until your memory starts…To dropp from view.Sometimes my needs are hot…Intending to pretend,You have gone away forever.But again you’re there within!And I look to see if you laid traps,To capture me in spells.Although I’m free of you I wish…To have you give me hell!