Feel the art from the heart of creativity
Had I known yesterday would become an history
I would have written a better story
Had I known tomorrow would be a mystery
I would have avoid to let it end in misery
Had I known today is a gift
And the reason it’s called present
I would have enjoy every bit of the moment
O unbeautiful things
What are we to forsake you?
What are we to abhor you?
If we can’t adore you
You are just beauty in another form
O unbeautiful things
What are we to define you?
Who are we to judge you?
If what we see is the ugly side
When the beauty is hidden within
O unbeautiful things
Who are we to name you unbeautiful?
If we can’t see the beauty ugliness
Even the unbeautiful have helped sometimes
Beautiful pain,
Isn’t that how the birth of a child ugly?
The fight for justice is ugly
But the outcome is beautiful
If you find the ugly in the beauty
The beauty in the ugly you will see later
Nothing will be different
Just equality.
Open your ears to my blabber
Take heed to all I utter
They are not meant to flatter
Neither to get you fluster
The society is judge by class
Only the wise can pass
Live like a fool
Avoid being taken a fool
Fall not for the man with a sweet tongue
B’cus the taste will never last long
Wine will never make you fine
Tears will never bring you cheers
Don’t live making impression
It could bring about your depression
Don’t be locked in the room of tension
Don’t be fool by false emotion
Know the worth of your thought
Be mindful of who you let into your hut
Always keep the doors shut
The world is too much with us
little we see that we are not strangers
our social class may be different
and our belief quite contradicting
but fascinating enough we share the same sky
The world is too much with us
Little we know we can live without
bridging the divide and avoiding social conflict
after all we share the same sunshine
The world is too much with us
Little we hear about the untold truth
six feet below the ground
is where we all be put to rest
Come out of it
out of your delusional prison
where you have been cornered
forcing yourself to be
who you aren’t
Be who you are
accept your true identity
be the real you
not who you are forced to be
Be like a flower
always watered, fed
guarded and admired
but harnessed in a pot of dirt
Be you and let
your divine being flow
flow like the water running
down the stream
I’m not sorry for my heart
that it must remain disgruntled
for it can be alive a thousand times
infinity is abysmal and wide
I’m not sorry for my heart
but oh! My body that must go
back to weensy drift of dust
without the love it longed to feel
What to make of life?
nothing seems meaningful
the very definition of panic
Engulf in the phantom of pain
some sort of pain
for the scarcity of pain
The ones to leave had left
the dead are dead
the living aren’t better off living
What to make of life?
when pain is the comfort man seek
and peace his mortal enemy
Time is one fair thing in the world
Irrespective of our social status or race
We all live on time
There is always a time for us at,
some certain point in life
There is always a time for us to live
And!
There is always a time for us to die
Time is fair, we can’t outlive our TIME.
Who are you? Really?
Who are you are in others eyes?
Would you see yourself?
Listen ye mortal
B’loved children of the earth
Fragile creatures of the soil
Soon ye shall return to the soil
Where thee belongeth
I’m thy doom
Majestically waiting in thy room
Ready to take thy precious life away
Tis moment shalt be thy last day
With outstretched hand
I shall beckon on you
Without hestitation thou
shalt hold my hand
As I put thy soul to sleep
The beats changeth
So the dance steps
I no longer come uninvited
My present shall be
Announced to you
I am your doom
The honorable special guest
Of honour
Summoned upon by the
Evil men you liveth with
I’ve not come empty handed
But with my precious gift to you
To give the you the peace you seek in death
The one you never liveth with on earth
The Pen Creative World 