The bond

The bond

Take my hand, into our new world
Open your eyes, for you are not forlorn
As every child, takes in his first breath
Helpless and shocked, mentally depressed
The new world is cruel, the new world is harsh
But then they see that smile, something stirs
A familiar touch, a fulfilling glow
That warm chest, always there to protect
With time, they start feeling the flow,
The flow of love, the flow of care, the flow of passion,
Those must be of a lovers mindset,
Late realization, is never a defect

The storm before the calm

The storm before the calm - a different poem, a new approach

the world can see some change
it's time, a generation filled with rage
the curses stacked on us
from oppression comes the derranged
but also a greater many
a new revolutionary race
our blood boils with injustice
our fates, certain yet strange
we dreamt of far greater things
for the heirloom wasnt completely derailed
an inspiration to live and prosper
and willingly submit to his grace
for like us, they were once the new generation
looked down on for their degredation
man's ego filter's out self-judgment
But the others have many more mistakes!
look into yourself, there's the corruption
the wrong of our society is inside you
poisoning your heart, in a daze
what we need is a leader to unite us
selflessly teach and guide us
show us into ourselves
the path starts with a mirror
the truth liberates all ends
it's a cycle that's ever flowing
golden age to a has-been great
pass the role to the next contestant
we dream of power, we shall not share
tell me now, what about an age
where, united, we achieve the true golden
no contestants plotting away
to tear a title, we seflessly worked for
unto their lands, no longer vane
give me that world, and you can have my soul
i dream hard, and i dream long

The stars

How i miss that sparkle,
The endless carpet of light
Two stars transcended reality
Gazing deep into my life
My eyes lingered on them
Attached and deeply surprised
A treasure in my own skies
A light shining so bright
Amidst the black heights
The moon's face opens my eyes
My heart softens,
My tears delight
The days no less,
Glorious or bright,
The sun's warmth, blooms my life
Cleansing, pure blissful cries
The memories remain,
In my moments of darkness
Always missing your light

Perhaps (Poem)

If only words carried the coherence of my thoughts
perhaps, the curse would be lifted.

If only light shone under those stairs
perhaps, the mind would have once more visited

If only my eyes saw beyond yours
perhaps, things would again relate

If only this pain didn't taste so sweet
perhaps, oh no, no need

The answers are all clear, the path, wholely unseen
Ifluenced and guided, struggling to breathe

Untitled

new poem(s)

Tedium

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its road:
I love not man the less, but Nature more..

- Lord Byron

exactly how i feel.
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My lack of posts. . hmm, ive been busy, surprisingly enough, NOT with university work, i've had none yet. but theres a lot on mind, lots of decisions, lots of thoughts. ah well.
perhaps later. perhaps not.

Edit : I've updated Music a few times, lots of new shit.

Tired

Its 4:28 AM, i am tired, very tired.
My sister's wedding was yesterday, I wore a hitman suit (red tie,white shirt, rest black)
It was fun, awesome food, good pics, etc.
I am up late coz i am making a project for a friend -.-
very tired...