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Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Reflected InspectionReflected Inspection
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by the same
Home AloneHome Alone.
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
I'm TryingI'm Trying.
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
There is Always TimeI want you to be my Judas,
my plague; my hollow wind.
I want your subtle madness
inked upon roads; dragged upon skin.
I want such haunted beauty,
it aspires; it transcends,
the forms we lay in open ground,
shallow graves; plots of men.
I want such bloody love,
such devastation; such devotion,
to never regret the cogs we turned in life,
that we designed; we set in motion.
Finally, I want a tortured soul,
to repair; to piece together,
to tread upon a lake of fire that never quells;
that flows and burns
Caught Beneath the LandslideSometimes, I thank God that I cannot smile. Days like today, happy would just be too difficult to fake. I'm not depressed, I'm just in pain. Depression is a mental disorder, and pain is what happens when you get hurt. I am hurting a lot lately, but that is life. Isn't it?
Life is being terrified. It is wondering every night if tomorrow will be the day that the guy you live with finally kills you. You don't want to die but sometimes you just wish he would go ahead and do it so you won't have to suffer anymore. And the people you confide to, they don't understand. It's easy to say it, but you can't be the reason your kids father is locked up. What would that do to them?
Life is when the one person you loved more than anything tells you that you would make a good whore, because you want attention. Then you beat yourself up for saying you needed attention when what you r
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
in the landscape of your
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
of your broad brow
and I'll write
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
as you tell your
that I miss it too
EmptinessEmptiness is all I feel
I'm lost inside this void
I call my home
Nothing fits into place
I am a lost soul
Left to wonder
This place alone
You were everything to me
You're were my rock
Someone I could lean on
Someone who I told all my secrets to
And who I trusted with my life
But then you left me
In my darkest hour
I cried out to you
But you ignored me
You just got up
From your place on the ground
And walked away
Leaving me behind
You didn't look back at me
Even as I was down on my knees
Begging for you to stay
I cried many tears
Just thinking of you
I pray every night
That you'll come back to me
But I know
I will never see you again
You've made your choice
Now I must make mine
I just can't sit around
And cry for you anymore
I have to stand up
On my own two feet
And I now have to learn
How to fight my own battles
I got too use to
always having you around
I always ran to you
So you could fix my problems for me
But now I know
That's what drove you away
In the first
Left AloneI said no, don't leave me here
I was too late to focus and realize
that you, this was about to disappear,
too blind to see I was fooled by my lies
Would you forgive me my dear?
I was trying to accomplish, trying to make you stay
to have you at my side no matter my fear,
I was fooled by me, you were already ready to walk away
I don't know how I should apologize
all I can do is to beg, don't leave me here
don't turn empty this room like my vanished lies
like I did before with everything that was clear
I remember when I came crawling at the door
you had erased your beautiful smile,
or had I erased it, breaking it from the core?
I didn't realize, that I was about to die
When you crawled from the bed to the floor
escaping the dark, cruel jail of pillows
when you were escaping the voice that begged for more
then I realized I lost you, with no more my ashes began to blow
Putting my effort into this reinforcement
I don't blame you for turning on rejecting
I won't ever let you down, freeze the
already you're way ahead of me
a fall out
a new start
a call out
I'm all out
you left my heart with no doubt
a new night
a new chick
how could I be so thick
no girl here,
with my self don't play the field
To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...
The BetrayalHe was in love, she was not,
He would do anything for her pleasure,
She would draw him into her charms,
Capturing him as prisoner inside her deceiving tricks,
He fell for her immensely as he landed face-first onto the solid ground,
His heart was so innocent and pure,
And her heart was an obscure void that carried artic winds,
He would tell her how she was able to brighten his day and how glad he was to have her,
She would say the same but not once did she ever mean it,
He would carry her across any threshold just so walking won't ever be a burden,
He would climb a range of mountains to locate that one flower that she adores,
He would swim into the depths of the oceans to find a pearl that could do her justice,
He would do anything to flaunt his love for her
Yet, what did she ever do for him?
He felt this chill whenever he stood by her side,
But out of blind ignorance, he never did notice,
She was so cold, and she was a woman with a malicious spirit,
She felt and feels no guilt, and the
The Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.
Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.
So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous legend brought and told.
How can I believe any of your declarations?
When I know this will be a short lived collaboration.
However I yearn for your belief and your validation.
I appreciate you taking my dream in to consideration.
But you see we are on the same path of self gratification.
If the path was to decrease, you will dismiss me with no hesitation.
It's not b
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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