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All, we cared about

Was painting a picture.

A picture perfect

Yet our imperfections

Always bubbled up to the top.

So! We took a scissor

Cropped up our stories.

But our stories 

Were bitter

about our lies.

So! They exhumed our emotions.

Laid bare our thoughts

That picture perfect

Stood a fallacy

At the alter of reality

And brought to life

Insecurities.

There a broken story

Became us.

A sad nation in fun

As we strolled in lines

That bind our lies

Fostering us

To un-candid pain.

Caught In Moments

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 Could someone please take

this, loop away from me.

For I have been watching the heavens

Scared to see reality

While my mind squats in memories.

How can it be?

A puzzle unfitting the mind

Ravage in thoughts.

It can't be?

Befits the reality

but untrue to call.

Recalling the last we had

Sweet and sour moments

that made us be.

Now standing no-more.

As disbelief settles in

& grief part ways with peace.

I find myself in a stare of the heavens

pleading for another chance to share.

The Past We Are!

 Before the war

hell was all that we saw

then came the three

a message they held

and the bush

our forefathers went.

But paradise

they saw not

bleeding for freedom

the reigns of terror remained

as of the jungle, they never left.

Years later!

The jungle we all still are

plotting war

all the same

as their purport, the death for a nation

yet the nation denounce

their reign of terror.

I guess we are,

animal farm on rotation

sung on George's notation

"we all but equal for some more equal."

Adulting In Infancy

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Now that we're kids again

Back to the past

Far past the post of infancy

Where days were sunshine bliss

On a rollercoaster ride

& weekends

were a sensation of dreams

Licked to reality

As the magic wand.

"Lollipop!"

Filters through the gaps

Back to the handy-shop

Life un-buckles

It's shackles

Down the riverbed

Where a rainbow 

Speak's peace

Off the tear drops

That scatter the paper.

Stories!

There hope is reimbursed

To life

Off it comes

Far past the fairytale

That comfort the pillow late nights

& talks the body into inaction

Where fear is home

In adulting 

Doubt as the re-enforcer.

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.