Monday, April 25, 2011

Life what is the point

We live chasing dreams
Nothing is what is seems
We live chasing an illusion
Love is a dillusion

Countries are lines on the sand
Culture is a social construction
Religion is belief is the unknown
It is a recpie for war & destruction

Wealth does not bring happiness
Science did not solve our problem
Art does not express our feellings
Freedom is just a trendy word

Life is a journey of pain
Life is a journey in vain
Where are we heading
To a void

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

In an uncertain world

In a world of confusion
what's reality & what's illusion
In a world full of doubts
Humanity is suffering

We invented weapons to kill each other
The sons of Abraham are slaughtering each other
Violence begets violence
Hate begets hate

Famine is global
Economies rise & fall
Pestilence is ubiquitous
The tide of racism is rising


I chose to love
I chose to embrace life
I my destination
I chose to love without hesitation

In this uncertainty I have no choice
but in my life I still have a voice
I seek peace from within
I am learning to be me

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Women

Women the source of my pain
The reason for my happiness
The source of madness

Full of might & power
Pretty as a flower
Angrier than the storm

My partner is life
My lovely mother & wife
My aunt too

The angry revolutionary
The conformist cautionary
The sane & the insane

Many tried to oppress you
Many tried to impress you
Many sought you were for sale

 Many tried to understand you but failed
They tried to put you in a box
They assumed you are the same

you are half of humanity
with all its diversity
with all its insanity

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Floating in cybespace

Floating in cyberspace
Trying to find a place

Desiring to fill a void
Wanting to avoid

Hoping that I could embrace my new self
A self that I could no longer know
Trapped in a place I do not know

In front of the mirror I do not look the same
My hair is greying
My body is decaying

Time flies or moves like an old lady
Trapped in ugly confusion
Imprisoned between reality & illusion

I roam tying to find comfort like a ghost
I am no longer alive
I can no longer survive

My restless sprite need to rest
Where is my destination
Where I am know

Confused , tired,  depressed, in pain, & directionless

Friday, March 25, 2011

The bleeding heart

She broke my heart
She took it apart
then she left
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I am bleeding on the floor
screaming in pain
begging in vain
She left with a smile
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I am lying on my back
She took her poud of flesh
with her weapon
with her femine charms
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Many have warned me
about what she does to her lovers
about the pain the suffrering
the withdrawal & the craving
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She is like a drug
love is a drug

Sunday, March 20, 2011

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