abstract colours 

Deep snow stories, killing the warmth inside. They don’t go away. A cats fur deals with the sensory pain, her pur keeps me awake and suspressed my mood. Claws, she is evil, black she has the devil and meow of a lion she helps me gaurd against my unwanted thoughts. Nothingness spreads as Darkness hides beneath the beds of the old and new. Immortality sells to the youth, her lies is taken as true. 

I look forward to the sleep and resent the morining bliss, no indentity has appealled to my soul’s love and kiss. Santiana calls me but im too shy to ask her, my honour with my master, my whimsy desires wants her. Overly humble, I lower my gaze burns my blood, I wait for better days. The rain comes and washes away, turns my life from straight to spherical, trapped in a bubble of filters of bars and wires. It hurts me, I do not know it because it controls the things which control my desires.

I love the fame but my eyes hate it, It makes me cry and sweats my lies. I fear hypocrisy and falsehood, denied by the superficial affluent. What’s wrong and what’s right is to me not as simple as black and white, colours have their shades my life can be coloured in many different ways. Knowledge is filled but confidence has killed, my intentions for those who are in need, but execution hurts more than to bleed. Procrastination has built a sturdy foundation, it calls to my boredom and steals whats left of my motivation. It has been there ever since i was surrounded by those close around me.

My stinginess towards money have caused my circle of camponions to leave my unintentional poverty. I write to no one except this, it is where I write my troublesome deeds and habits. Doing nothing wrong means you are still doing something wrong, your comfort and home because your barrier to explore and find the other colours which have not been found, those who have only tasted the depth of the earth are those whose existence can be found. Conquered lands but unexplored worlds deep inside the frozen cold. 

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Entropitopia 

As the world pulls us apart, 

seeking the cold, fools only give up on their heart.

Why have the thought of ending such a beautiful existence ?

The crave for resignation, lending yourself to the cruel dependence.

The earth will go on, you do not get to choose.

your birth instills a forgotten soul, one whose set with nothing to lose.

Pondering, thought provoking, mind has power over all things. 

Wandering justice fought the Kings of crime, their honour lied with the prospects of glad tidings. 

If you have nothing to fight for, you have nothing to live for.

Grief are due on those lost to the sight of more, conflict saves the ring from the mind’s treacherous jaw.

Their level of reality shrouded by influence, their upbringing bleeds the opportunity they deserve

The devil of calamity crowded their presence, the singing seeds tunes it’s entity until it is that they serve

Bliss is mortality, imminency is waiting.

A kiss of reality, a legacy is there for the making.

Death’s life 

I have little to say and no where to go, I read what they tell me and copy what they show. Pessimist for the poor, optimist for the rich, I fight alone, heart raw, I am my own clique.
I only have myself to love, I only have myself to hate, except for the one above who can change my fate. This  mind, sublime, these rhymes, I ask myself will God commit another crime? NO!, I will not let myself go and blame God for humanity’s petty little sorrows.

I have missed the sweetness of faith, it’s like honey drawn from the most aromatic place, from where I use to find the gardens of peace, I felt at ease, I hope God is pleased at those who bow down to their knees.

My ears chewed the music, my mouth heard the calls of my stomach. I was never satisfied, I kept eating, pleasing myself till the day I died. What life could have been if I could see the unseen. I neglected  the reminders that were given to me.

Early to my coffin, I wait until late where I wake up more dead than alive, the very thing that God hates. To the right shines heaven, to the left burns hell, they lay so close together I can’t even tell, the devil beautifies it, I will not be deceived at what the arrogant sells. 

This life 

This life is filled with the many joys it has to offer, the bounties are almost endless. Things that we could see, the beauty which brings the coolness to our eyes yet could almost bring the fire to us and in us. 

To the lovely sound of majestic rhythm which penetrates through the body emotions are filled, heart beat turned upside down, the escape of this world can break you, yet we think this world won’t break us.

To the pleasant smells of aroma and the attraction of perfume which draw us near as we pear through the layers of textures which emanates from beauty itself, such blessing. The places to go, footprints the earth, the fresh new days that go by, Emotions which we experience feeds the soul and makes it bleed.

This world and its bounties I long to experience, I cannot keep up, I cannot keep up, love of this world has seeped into me, I breath it, I live it, may my heart guard against it,my heart belongs in heaven where I wish to experience every good that has ever happen and the spectacle that awaits us.

Soul 

The soul, nothing physical, all intrinsic,  we feel it yet we don’t see it. Hearts are bound to the beat and the sound of all the things we hear, see and touch, leaves a profound impact of what we love so much. Desires have become our gods and we find artificial happiness from things that don’t belong, liars is what say to all truth that doesn’t lead astray, it has no place in our hearts like children playing with darts. Friendship has become selfish and caring has become malnourished, power and fame, love and its blame have all become what people call life’s game. We love money and mountains of this fragile piece , we become depressed, we find no true peace. Eloquent we try to speak yet we don’t even practice what we preach, let alone we don’t even teach. knowledge is no longer free, the poor become poorer engulfed by interest and fees, amounted their whole lives they live to free themselves from  the rich, they beg them to their knees. Music has become our language, memories we store and baggage in the hope we will relive them as we get old yet we don’t manage.

Living life during my childhood days, my soul was clean, I felt god’s Rays. Beautiful was the world in which imagination was the temporary heaven, free will took me to seven which I began to realise the cruel world we lived in. Eleven was the age when my soul began to die, exposed to all the filth, the rot, the lies. Love was no longer about the narrative but the sexual attraction. My eyes could not filter what I saw, heart trembling with the hormones I unconsciously became poor, beauty was a distort of things which were pleasant and short, I hate what was taught but what was I to do I had never been caught with the sins which ate my soul, the worm digging a hole barrowing itself right to the core,  I lost my ability to cry with the things which made me sore and the terrible things which I saw. May god take my soul in a state in which I feel the peace of eternity running through my body and rivers that flow and tears which roll down my cheek before they fall, right when everything begins to slow, may death come to me with a beautiful call.