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If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
I am so in love
In love with Joy
In love with happiness
In love with anger
Of all of God's creation
I love you foremost
Tower of inspiration
And kindness utmost
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
Are we not becoming intolerant society?
Gruesome murders, riots stabbing –all in different varieties?
May be it has become part of our life and necessities
Everybody wants to capitalize and understands its futility
I'd been caught up in the middle, of one of those awful days,
When nothing seems to go right, with glitches and delays.
I was having a rough day at work, and the boss was now irate;
Exchanging my days of quill and ink,
To a computer is a must I think,
The favourite of the current age,
Is just the thing I need, I guage.
Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
Laying on the green leaf, left and abandoned
Be a caterpillar, never easy as u thought
Hated, oppressed are common, love is rarely brought
With friends, everywhere is like home, strong without bone
When frustration take position in driver’s sit,
Will not grant peace even thousands candles lit,
Peace and harmony are true essence and very fit,
Moral may lie very low when disturbances hit,
Ours hectic march
on the highway
of burning pan.
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,
misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
An excellent piece of modern poems
Full of darkness, chaos and trash
Of war, horror, terror, destruction
Violence, crimes, corruption, oppression
I dreamed of you again last night
As I lay upon my bed,
A passionate, exotic dream
Unraveled in my head;
It's never easy to forget
past failures and heartaches
It's never simple to bury
the unrealized ambitions
Tired of walking these days
Your old body celebrates its 60th birthday
The moment, eyes too weak to be opened
Sights become too blur to welcome ray
You entered in my life,
As a soft spoken person,
With fantastic poems.
Slowly and slowly,
There is plenty of anger inside of me
It has to stop
Why is there so much anger inside of me?
My anger is part of my frustration
Unless there is freedom to think, speak and do all according to one's wish, life is useless;
A sort of vacuum created in life is felt often and the urge to do something never leaves one;
Everyday is a trial for that but before one tries the first step the day goes off;
Likewise how many days how many have last in the journey of life in the world!
A feeling that overwhelms the soul,
A sense of being out of control,
When plans and dreams fall apart,
And hopelessness seeps into the heart.
Colourful daylights, colourful delights, the image is on the desk, it tells me about happyness, it tells me about glory, it tells me a lot. It is of today, the strenght, it is of today, the idea. It is of today, the surrender to nativity, to captivity in our frustration, in our isolation, in our boredom.
I really need you to know that no matter how many times I burst into to tears and clench my fists out of pent up frustration and use all the anger and force in my tone to say 'I hate him.' I don't. I love you and will always love you, just not always in the same way. You are one person I can truly say changed my life. And about the only one that I can say changed it for the better. And for that you will always have a place in my heart. Up until my very last breath.
I hurt myself today, will the pain ever sang away, forgotten lore dared I to implore ever to more, the roles are there but slowly disappearing, the lore and okay until ones gone and the other left dead inside, cut away the sadness of the guilt in anger that led to frustration, to need this, to deserve it, maybe someday or one day, the cut will be too deep to finally be free, disgusted by self images of anger forgiven emptiness, cause just brokenness in bitterness in ultimate loneliness, anxiety eating blood for blood, stress rips the lungs out, all lives of all kinds to have been repeated in history's greetings, if no one is left to speak out, do you? Knowing he's not doing to good in life but passing through it any way he can, kill me now is what he wants but is wanting to say it, feelings dread inside settling through the gates of alor, we all live our lives, do we all need fly wish till we are high enough, if seeing like it never ends.
Sunday,18th July 2021
It is the outcome of insincere expectation
Your tower block looks like a pet shop dystopia
In your apartment is you and an animal wearing clothes
You smell of limited resolve and misdirected frustration
I would not make fun of your frustration
I can't get no easy fix these days
It used to be so easy but now it's not the same
A life full of promises with anything possible
A dream to be had
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