Poetry

War

As the dagger slid down the twisted spine
My mind splattered
And as the pins that were attacking my heart
Stitched an untimely love song
My faith shattered
In this time where men are a different species
And women are the divine conquerors
Messages are criss-crossed
And words are misunderstood
But the weaker the gender
The stronger the destroyer
Whether in thought or emotion
It is the weaker one that gives untimely devotion
That never admits its frailties
That is too young to love
But too old to hide between
The war that keeps
Men a different species
And women the divine conquerors

Can’t Say

See,
I don’t think I could
Tell you what’s ailing me

See,
I don’t know if this is real
I am blinded by mysterious demons
I am oppressed by hidden emotions
Confused by naive notions
Sorry,
But once I start talking
It flows like a water falls

See I’m aware of my intentions
But haunted by the consequences
Should it be uncovered
Should it be buried
Should I expose myself to conviction

Confused I am
Is it feelings I feel
Don’t know
Can’t say
They’re real

Undone

Adapting to my surroundings
But madness fills the world around me
Unless I feel the craziness of a concave
Anarchy of love
My spirit will combust into the
Fulfillment of light
Achieving no greater height or
Consuming no greater depth
Forthcoming my inevitable destruction
Leaving me unquenched in my quest

Future

Forget the bad past
Foreordained to be greatest
Go on and be strong