They don’t know you

Look a stranger in the eye

They have no reason to give a lie 

Except for those you know

People don’t know you
When you’re the last person remembered

People don’t know you
When they think they can purge their indecenies upon you without a second thought

They don’t know you
When they think they know the world

In reality, you are the stranger
Simply passing by, searching for all the answers to not how and what, but why and when

Because they don’t see that you could see them
They don’t know you.

Because you are a stranger simply passing by. 

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Hypocrisy in all honesty

Tired of all the hypocrisy
Im happier to be alone
Because when I see the world in front of me
It all seems like doom and gloom
Where are all the good people
That know how to be true
True in their words
And genuine in their smiles
True on others’ worth
And humble in their trials

The world seems to be racing
Despite the universe  simply tracing
Back on their orbits
We spend our time stalking and pacing
Welling up our jealousy
As we silently, cruelly, fight each other to bits
Life has turned into a competition
A time that Darwin could only cry about
But there’s no proof needed anymore
When half of life is drowning in its own blood and dying in misery

aside from all the horror

I do believe there is an opening

a chance to find a haven

instead of being swept by my biased reckoning

because as long as the birds keep chirping

and the clouds keep raining

I do think

I can find the end to

my own meaning

 

With the Light of no source

behind the curtains
above these windows
with not a single star in sight
there gazes a certain light
belonging to no source
despite the thundering plight
ringing against my ears
bringing me to tears

I’m fighting for my sake
because my purpose is all I have
far away from the regular world
swarmed by the stories that are lived as untold
It’s not the material I desire to take
and rub it into my hands
pretending it won’t turn to dust
nor is it the lust
that bewitches hearts to rust

rather it’s what dries away my tears
the cool wind thriving through my years
guiding me to the light
I was sure was ever real
helping me see myself
above the petty things
that were grown with crooked wings
failing me to fly
to the greatest height of one’s sight
no
I see myself
above those petty things
grown with crooked wings
above the lavish
that seizes to quench the thirst of gluttonous eyes

I see myself rise,
not needing the sugar in the lies-

nor the endless tales in ties-

I see myself

going

towards the heaviest in size, succulent clouds
with rain drops
of no owner shared
ready to give
to that which is none unless paired

so here I am
behind these dark curtains
listening to the lightning
with no stars in sighting
having the one thing
that is the world’s most heightened
glory, with the wind keeping my secrets

to myself

Your Raj and his entourage

never make your secrets free for your foes to hear
lest the first thing be that you’re brought to your knees and instructed to fear
since silence is safer for your hopes to remain clear
than your own hands be used against your own garments to sheer
because others become queer when they see you as sharp as a Spear in a world they try to keep for themselves to steer
theyd  rather have you be below as a dainty little peer
and be furthest from near–
lost, looking for the treasures in a mirage
stuck at the rear of an hourglass
placed as the jewel on the taj of the friend you hold so dear
whose claimed himself Raj
and  imprisoned you as his forever entourage

Disproving Truth

 

The courts in session

The judge waits for your lies

You gather all the nonevidence

and begin to devise

your brain contemplates very hard

to lie is quite an art

AHAH you just had a moment

It was rather quick on your part

You croak an AHEM

and speak your plan

and begin your dainty mayhem

Everyone roars in applause

they loved your last clause

you did wonderful

The defendant’s been sacked by your claws

Now it’s time to make new laws

Arrogance is glory

Bigotry is great

Falsehood is truth

Murder is nothing

It’s all going to be a new great story

Rewriting history

When tears are lies

my tears are lies
for my brothers and sisters in pain
my tears are lies when i get angry over losing a ring
my tears are lies when Id rather buy myself bling
I’m a liar
when it’s me before you
and my gain and ur loss
I’ll use the worlds water to clean a spec off my shoes
while they sit and wait for days for a droplet
my lord is my witness
when they ask me what I had done with my strength

to help them or  my whims