A White Dove

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As she talked to me

Her eyes started to tear.
And at times the words of her voice were unclear.
My mind floated to dream of heaven, I chose not to hear.
The things I did, I apologise, so sincere.
I grabbed her hair from ear to ear,
We kissed ever so violently, I thank you my dear.

Although she pushed and shoved,
I held tighter to her love.
Gripping the neck of the white dove.
A burning passion, so deep, yet I stared above
Afraid to have looked into her eyes, in fear of
Demise as she suffocated in the lies of true love.

My heart started racing as I grew impatient
To fill my body with an unholy yet divine sensation.
Ostracised from any emotion,
She was smothered in a deceitful concoction.
Shattered, on both hands and knees, she cries in subjugation.
I held her near, only with love but no devotion.

 

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Constant Selfies and Disappointment

Some moments in life can’t be captured on a camera. So stop spending so much time on your fucking phones trying to take selfies and trying to capture that ‘perfect photo’ when the perfect photos are perceived through your very eyes. Be part of the moment. I’m sure you’ve experienced taking so many photos and selfies but nothing quite satisfies what you were seeing then get disappointed. So tragic and ironic.

FYI that flash of your camera can be pretty annoying to everyone else

The Plight of Flight

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The clouds, they glisten in the light.
The engines roar, I listen, as they boast their might.
Voices, they whisper, echo through the chamber of fright.
While demons quiver and shiver in cold delight.

The air grows stale, chilled, by the frosty night.
Yet somehow I’m thrilled by this dreadful and eerie sight.
The faces of fear and panic, praying for a savior, a knight.
My spine a-tingling, ecstatic, filled with delight.

Their screams of anguish resonate as we descend in our plight.
They’re unable to fixate on the beauty of this night.
“Oh, glory! Oh, glory!”, my heart yearns, suffering blight.
My smile grows, my body churns, “Oh, such great delight!”.

Claims of innocence and regret, demanding for their lives outright.
Though innocence is a tale to offset one’s own spite.
Alarming bells ring, taunting me and my appetite,
“I can be the savior and give them peace,” such delight.

One by one the screams are silenced in this chamber of fright.
Only laughter and sirens left to echo in the night.
Stains they splatter, the work of a demonic sprite.
I bid you adieu as I lather in this delight.

 

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Sin Cities

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To sit here alone and wonder
Of all the times that are no longer.
Amidst the strangers who never ponder,
The somber satisfaction of sin for which we all hunger.
To sit here alone and wonder of time,
More over,
Of all wickedness yet to come, coming closer and closer.

Many are done with no conscious intentions,
Though retention of expectation lead the pathway to condemnation.
For all we know the provided attestation
Conceal the truth, aberration.
I’m only a man with no intention,
I’m only a man with raging emotion.

So what is it that makes me, a mere man, a part of humankind?
What is it that makes us beings so human?

But as foretold, I’m only a man with a raging emotion
With no answer to the question.
A mere man with no intention
But to read the motion of the current situation.

All I can tell, and tell so well.
That as a man, a mere man who lives in a cell,
I live my life according to the signalling echoes of a work bell,
Bound to a system we all know too well.

We are only so much as beings who are obliged.
Obliged to abide a list of rules imposed by those we chose to decide.
Yet as time goes on we continue to wallow in pride.
An ironic foundation to what is truly desired.

Day by day they continue to lead.
Tugging and lugging us through excessive greed.
The inordinance of our wants turns it to a need,
And once this surpasses our capabilities, that need turns into greed.
That final form of transformation is why I worry, so now I plead.
For human kind, I plead,
To take heed
Of what accentuates our downfall that hinders our seed.

As a man I try to act in a way that I must,
Limited by rules imposed by those we chose to trust.
Not ever knowing,
Until I started growing,
That those we trust have robbed control of our lust.
But now I see,
How far it may be,
Sex, drugs and monetary power control our society.
It seems now that all hope has been lost for every one of us
Haunted, succumbing to sin until we crumble to dust.

As I’m sitting here, surrounded by strangers, at a time of adversity
Someone out there has justified fatality.
Yet I continue to sit here basking in the fluorescent sun of my city,
Deafened by my soul screaming, “I envy! I envy!”
I envy all of those who live life in such luxury,
I envy all those with beauty and elegancy.
I envy all of those who live, love and laugh with sincerity,
I envy all of you who don’t suffer during this calamity.

Now it seems that the burning flame of hope
Dwindles so briskly as we mope.
Given nothing else but a hanging rope
While they peer down from their pedestal to cut a swath.
As the blood of the innocent is shed to broil their broth.
Ashamed to say that we’re slipping down a slope,
Watching all the victims suffering unable to cope.
Afraid to say that you and I, both, have succumbed to sloth.

At times like these it’s so sad to see
The righteous of righteous men prosecuted for mutiny.
The ones that we chose to trust flourish so fruitfully,
While the majority grow desperate, struggling in the community.
So why, please tell me why has it come to be?
That my heart tells me that I should also show some sympathy
Towards the selfish who’ve grown so fruitfully.
Agonized by deep sincerity,
My heart tells me, “They’re humans too, but consumed by gluttony.”

I finish my coffee, the drug I choose to take,
As I think of all the horrors that causes man to tremble and shake.
Wrath, in every nation, causing our earth to quake.
There’s no wonder why too many hearts are filled with ache.
We ache not only from fear or sadness,
A population growing with depression, it’s madness,
But also ache from anger and hate that satiates malice.
Yet they stand atop their towers, no compensation, satisfied with their status.

I make my way back to the cell that I call home,
Still pondering these thoughts of our manaic syndrome.
Hoping that I am wrong and misread the intention,
Hoping I’m wrong, started praying for their redemption
To lead us away from our sinful abomination.
Praying for there to be a God, “Guide us to salvation.”

 

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Untitled (Awake)

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I awake.
Although it is silent,
This was no escape.

There’s a lingering sadness within my chest
An everlasting torment to keep me from rest.
And at best,
I lie towards the heavens to guide me away from what I detest.

My mind’s spiraling,
Down into an abyss of the unknown.
Yet somehow
My mind knew,
That it’s a place that I should never go…
Or is it a place that I already know?

I cower in my wake
As I see myself kicking and screaming
While desperately scraping my way back to the surface.
Starving for a breath of air.

I pull myself up from the edge,
And look down through the tunnel of my despair.
I take a deep breath,
Then I awake.

 

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Mental

Everyday you see new construction sites building high rise concrete complexes.  Creating more homes for our ever growing population. Or tourist spots that are making so much bank that the government continues to develop these destinations. Creating louder noises like faster cars that roar through the concrete landscapes. That loud high pitch pedestrian crossing light constantly ringing, breaking the silence of the night. All these things are suppose to help run our community. But something tells me that we’re doing it wrong. Not completely, but fairly wrong.

The growth of our communities are of two main components; structures and inhabitants. These structures are rapidly replacing our environment, and most of us are born and raised in artificial surroundings. These physical structures create a subconscious recognition of physical boundaries for our territories. There’s no wonder that humans are an ever growing depressed species. Nothing around us fully satisfies us. We have these subliminal needs and desires that are constantly being ignored, and one of them is the ache for freedom. Walls only define a form of imprisonment.There’s no wonder why there have been studies that show an increasing number of mentally impaired people, cause we’re driving ourselves mad. More and more people are becoming stressed, anxious and unwilling to participate to living in our communities – living in the sense that they are physically participating day to day, interacting with one another; playing basketball, or just chilling on the roof watching the streets and talking to one another. We’re all becoming so boring. Living such sedentary lifestyles, staring at screens and constantly checking our Facebook statuses to see how many likes we get. It’s pathetic. But that’s our life today. It’s fucked. We built technology for our convenience, and this convenience is turning out to becoming more of a nuisance than doing good.

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Now that I think about it, why do you think that holiday destinations are always so… natural. Beaches, countrysides, sky diving. They all seem to act as an escape. An escape from our stressful city lives. Freedom from all the regulations and physical confinements that are constantly imposed upon us. That intrinsic yearn to be free finally being satisfied. Freedom from the laws of physics as you free-fall from kilometers high and not face inevitable death. Why is it that we’re so much happier, and more relaxed when we’re gathered around a tree on a park than when watching TV in the living room? Or even that major hype of getting drunk in the park, so much more fun than being drunk at home. There’s something special about it. These sensations that we feel are a form of communication between our subliminal consciousness and consciousness.  It’s a way for our intrinsic self to tell us what is good and what is bad for us, and it shouldn’t be ignored.

Remember that first time you tried alcohol? And you felt like puking straight after? It’s a protective reflex in protecting your body from consuming something that is harmful to it. But after time, you get used to it, and sometimes, worst comes to worst you end up needing it. But it’s killing you. Faster and faster with each sip that travels down your throat… into your liver. It’s killing you subtly, and makes you feel great for a little while, until one day… your body fails. Isn’t this the same?

Maybe it’s why some people have mental breakdowns. No, rather it is the reason. There’s too much stress in our lives. Even if you exclude all that over-crowdedness, and heavy traffic. There’s still so much stress and pressure from society.

We’ve been brainwashed to believe this commercialized definition of a ‘home’… and yet many continue to search for one despite our ability to satisfy our basic needs for survival. ‘Home’ is something more than our physical external surroundings because somehow this idea of a home only causes our stress, anxiety and other non-infectious mental illnesses. Every year the population with a label of ‘mentally ill’ increase. Every year we battle not only our physical survival but also our mental sustenance.

Can we not see it with our eyes?
Can we not hear it with our ears?
Can we not feel it with every touch?
Can we not sense it with every breath?

The environment is a place where an individual is able to express their external bonds of existence, bridging to their internal being, as well as the depths of their freedom and reality. Urban consolidation is unnatural, so our bodies are rejecting it, just as we prevent bacteria from damaging our bodies. Our spiritual minds are becoming less and less able to connect to the physical reality that we have created for ourselves, leading to these anxieties and disorders.

We can see it with our eyes… how we yearn for luscious green fields, sapphire blue ocean water and peaceful white beaches. Beauty.

We can hear it with our ears… the tantalizing horns of cars and traffic. Agony.

We can feel it with every touch… the tingling sensation you get when you walk barefoot on grass, sand or mud. Nostalgic. Even if you’ve never done it before, you feel this arising excitement and happiness.

We can sense it with every breath… that sick mucky feeling of inhaling intoxicated fumes of cars and trucks. Suffocating.

Despite all of what we can see and all of what we can feel, we continue to pride ourselves of our superior intellect. How ignorant. That’s what most of us are. Ignorant and indenial. The funniest part of this, the fucking ‘cherry on top’ of our societal muffin, is that we separate ourselves from those labelled as mentally ill, mentally incapable, and lock them away in isolation. Asylums. Cages, essentially. Further inhibiting their ability to connect to their reality, to connect to their existence, to connect.

Who are we to decide who is mentally ill? Who is in the right mind to even suggest that disconnecting someone, who was born in this already deranged world, help them in any way to connect? Are we not human? Are they any less? Even through science we look at our progress of evolution, so are they not just the offspring of our chaotic urban settlements? Lastly, why do those with power continue to label these people as abnormal whilst they continue to create the abnormality within our natural environment, and why do we let them do so?

The whole scenario is so overly ironic that sometimes I feel like we can’t claim our title of being smart. Not by a long shot. Sure we’ve been able to create technology, things that still amaze me of course, I too am just a human with a greedy instinct to make things easier for me, but still… none of us have a clue with what we’re doing here. None of us know how we’re suppose to be, and definitely none of us have the right to label someone as mentally wrong. So here’s a thought for everyone, including myself;

You’re mad.  You’re weird. You’re ignorant. You’re  mental.

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of intelligence…”  

                                          – Sir Edgar Allan Poe

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