We live in a fake world where in
reality real people suddenly appear unreal because of unwillingness on living a
Seeing nature real is the only way we
can tackle of this unruliness in us.
The journey; off the rail of fun,
Built upon the rock of affection.
Although have never had one but,
Imagination paved the way to conclusion.
The warmth that dilutes in cold,
Taking the soul to the realm of orgasm.
The cup of frivolity has been
served to many,
Absorbing the fats and lipids of
Stranded in the mist of shackles;
and then giving a giggle.
To the predecessors, I cry; save
Our RBCs have been invaded with
Twisted into the jamboree of
As right becomes wrong by
Like nature in its own path as
Peace; a totem to acquire at the
expense of lives.
Through the time of ages past,
We wear rhymes on the smallest
I own a fertile soil
Which never saw a gardener.
Not because they never came,
But because i stood my ground.
My nectar is ripe,
Attractive and begging for the
Carried by the long proboscis-
That drill and vomit sap.
Trapped in a world of unconscious thought
That which his own hands did not sought
Alone with those he would not trust
Rest he among those who would see him rust.
A series of unfortunate events
Propounds that which...