No Pain No Gain

We fear the strips of life

& yearn they would pass us by

but without pain

growth will remain a fairytale.

So!

In anticipation of pain

we refuse to soldier on

& bury our effort

under the seat of inaction

there we sing blaming tunes.

Louder!

they get by each passing day

held on to the fear

that fuel our empty tomorrow regrets

while holding hostage

the dreams

that was supposed to be reality.

Web Skeleton Revolver

I hope you remember!

How we used to be?.

Growing up

A stick was a second away from the next elder.

As their "heads" were bent

on raising a worthy generation.

But time took reign

and "tomorrow was forgotten" in today.

That blocks of a worthy cause,

became skeleton's of the past

left to gather dust.

Barely limping

We ushered ourselves into a zone of distress.

Abandoning kids to be adults

on their "own" reign.

While we embarked on a voyage

of greener pastures pursuit

Happily disembarking, on our duties on call.

So! cold became our nature

For our feelings

were never on call of our pleasure.

On our feet,

we sprinted our cause into darkness.

Rapturing the timeline,

Where dreams emerge.

 

Identity-less Pride Prize

I forgot the beauty of the sun

As I found myself dancing at the glow of the moon

Busy flirting with forgetfulness nightmares

As I forgot how to speak my tongue

But remembered how to tango with the darkness.

Screaming on mountain tops

I faulted those who awarded crowns

& painted the earth red

for its murderous hands

dealt a hand of stubbornness

as the lessons of my fathers

seeded deaf soils

that my mothers mulching

seized to germinate yield.

Yielding to empty hands

but laziness

As I waited for my parents' store

to fill this belly of mine

uncandid wines & curses

their hands get stained

floating my freedom to ravage their stores

while I beat the chest with pride

of my identity-less.