Post #5771

Contemporary Helplessness and Belated conceptions – Part A A1 What my soul looks at me, What do you see Mirroring features of people in street How degrading would it be If you roll out now on an chilling breeze If you texted and never Roll up your sleeves Don’t you see, every man is greed And every Penny is stolen Like those unfeasible please You know it’s guided destruction Your worth is more than molten Bodies under the sunlight reaping souls A virtuous suicide Kind of thinking when you eat It’s the stories of sunkissed memories And unfiltered adventures elders speak of You never feel in this sanitary ward. The rocks make you happy only How you live so long How you know so much of me ? Aren’t I buried you deep in that winter snow When unable to find her cost of life When unable to find a way of life How unable it felt when expectations That can’t be avoided as I did many before How young feel like How is it to feel old It’s a life of mediocre In a limbo of Money and gold A2 It’s not magic, it’s ravenous growth Over my shoulder, it’s cold and jittery You felt it when you touched And the phone’s battery is dead You want the cable, is it ? Nocturnes, playing silently ripping the lazuli In lights of unknown Won’t you wanna see it, One more time The speaker works as a charm like it used to Mariage d’amore Won’t your subtle sarcasm sting me One more time Won’t you come home with stiff shoulders And I sweep through your head as if Everything’s alright It ain’t much, but the home is an idea we cherished It’s not magic, it’s sweet like candies It’s Ruh Gulab, your presence is like a shadow Engulfing in unending embrace Eurydice, how might I not look to you again. How might I not mourn the instrumentality of this mortal chase It’s not as bad as the poet said It’s not killing to smoke cigarettes But there was a time you stopped me My threshold is in my pocket And my legacy is my debt. God bless me, as I end this chain. A3 Not everyone falls in love twice As Same is not the man, nor the love he conceived The cerulean sky this morning Brandishing memories those breakfasts she made Her hands were bruised as I saw her with turmeric laid on it. As a child, when I discovered eventually Loved ones go away, as my grandma on her deathbed I was scared but it past away. As I kneel for mercy oh lord. He takes away, with hands on hands They walk past my life like oh man Nature does fucks me up sometimes I was tied to Small ponds longing for an Oceanside Waves now blow me away again to the roots I had She said stories of witches and demons In the forest, they pull out my desire To showcase my propensity of violence Do they exist downtown In these Arches and columns In the Palace of Gods of Greece In this Malevolent magnificent System under the fleece. Sickly frost bites on the Whitest of the hearts. And I am the greatest pretender Of having a Say What I became is lesser than my parents Half my age. Youthful reveries of Assignment delays and procrastinating. Mirages of self accomplishments What they worth in value What value is love. Commodities on the Shelf On the corner is found a box of chocolates And a ring of platinum What price is love Quite a lot Rituals are there ? Quite a lot Boost to match up more Subscribe to the dating store. There are distances and alienations Yesterday I put a cap on a bottle Who knows what was in it. I ate a meal from microvave TV Dinner they say. And a glass of Gatorade What does that make of me. The Irritating questions of ambitions. Like as if existing wasn’t ambitious enough. #review#poetry