Monthly Archives: September 2015

Bitter Intellectuality

Blind and societally stupid

We make our way into the world of faux organisation and labels that leads us to our supposed civilisation (which everyone acts like it’s not humanity that it erodes)

Snatched up like puppets

Then put into boxes

Unless you were chucked in the bucket,

Then your job is to mop it

To mop the insecurities of the top notches within those boxes

Esteem deflated

Resorting in bursting clouds and self-hatred, you better take a ticket because their branding is still not completed

Slowly but surely, a creative robot will come into play

Knowing what to do and what to say

Jumping through the hoops, despite the pain, losing a hope you’ll never fully regain

So now your back is crooked, despite all the gains

You look in the mirror, see how the weave causes you ecstasy and feel ashamed

You begin to think “My ancestors did not go through all of this for me to look in the mirror and view my features with disdain”

So you dig deep into your archives

Reaching for sustenance and life

Away from this civilisation that is a lie

Then you find blood

And tales that hide

Tales that we only sought to have exist in our minds

Beyond the story books, beyond the western mimes, life has shown you that you have been truly blind

All those labels of weakness were just a disguise

For the history that had been destroyed by land minds

Human beings deeply disguised as a merchant that had nothing to hide

So now you look up, face ashen

As your ancestors beckon

The call of your cry

There was never humanity in Christendom, it was all a lie.

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Dimensions of Perspective

As I turned my young face to the sun

I looked at all God had laid before me

To young to comprehend it all, it seemed a thing of beauty

The smudged red, that grew brown at the edges like God had bled

Diving into the centre of the world, everything being drawn in by a fiery orange glow

A beautiful scene was created within me  and yet I sensed more energy

Brown, red, orange and yellow leaves framed this scene

Falling slowly off their trees, in natural poetry

Everything in my young mind was in perfect harmony

Set before me like a creative feast for my imagination

Stunning me in hindsight, from any true realisation

It was a depiction of the horrors that lie

The death that comes once the world had stolen your beauty and gone

The flame of your spirit that slowly dies every time you are unwise

The loud orange sounds of glee, turned dim and brown

Like a casket’s mahogany

Reminders of what this soon shall be

The remainder of Nature’s warm and loving beauty.

Soon to be swallowed till death is nature’s only beauty.

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The Shadow’s Wish

I’m tired of trying to talk to you

I’m tired of hearing your voice

Of seeing your wishes.

The knife and the razor. The blood and a saviour.

Only the saviour is no longer a man but a hope that majority of your world will end

Not to be bleak

Not to make others feel sorrow

But to finally be in heaven as a whole

Your dream seems good,

The actions alive and ready

Sacrifice for an ultimate destiny

Though however, all these thoughts are not steady

My heartbeat senses the emotional poverty of my thoughts

And begins to rise up against me in judgement

My legs shake from the callousness of the ground I walk on

Like my foundations

Cold and unresponsive

Leading me into an unknown abyss

Alas. I want nothing to do with you.

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