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There’s nothing natural about this love
We breathe smiles and similarly we simmer
In summer heat
play plastic Spotify tunes on repeat
there’s nothing natural about this love
we hear those songs in sugar, in saccharine smiles all the while telling ourselves it’s love
we bleed deep, weep, scream in our voices
in our souls for love
manufactured and distracted by love
to feel love but it’s over engineered
fanatical sycophants
who pant and swoon
but this love is more in line with the tomb
There’s nothing natural about this love
that has to be earned burned in our hearts.
real love just is it’s more natural than nature
and it is love
flowing free
not a trap for you and me
I used to be a messenger
I used to be a messenger
Now I am known as vermin or a pest
I used to deliver messages
To battle fields or other countries without a rest
now little children chase me until I fly
abandoned by the system without knowing the reasons why
Technology usurped my position
I was domesticated with precision
but now people view me as a flying rat
they have no use for me
I am redundant
de funked
lost my role
just another useless obsolete creature
in this creature feature film that is life.
The price of the future
Exist in the existential
the crisis governed by tech giants and moguls
quantum computing
rooting for data
Something that hates you and
our essence
more despised than a unlucky pheasant
about to be killed
we are the working class poor and disabled
checkmated in the game and despised because we are mentally ill
In the wrong way
depressed and anxious
rather than Sadomasochists with a superficial superiority complex
who sit with the latest tech
in their mansions
taking their chances all too soon
from us and causing us gloom
entering our digital tomb
where there’s no room
for our slave driven mindset ways
other than to serve the corporations and billionaires
the ones who say empathy is death and decay
and pray for our demise
hit with no surprise
this is the price we pay
for our dystopian future
no one wants
hidden by computer fonts
and AI
our overlords
who hoard wealth and knowledge like weapons
and fuck us with digital strap ons.
Wis-dumb
Wise but dumb
Numb
we have succumb to doubt
it’s a broad
double edged sword
the dumb people are ruling
Fooling people into thinking they are better
this is a love letter
for critical thinkers
the ones who doubt themselves and question themselves and the world
every boy and every girl
Every woman and man
who won’t argue with the ignorant
for fear of being bullied or seeming stupid
life is not a rerun and we make bloopers
we need to use our logic and love to change this world for the better.
To take a breath is a revolutionary act
You are no different from me
Go on kill me out of existence
I am a worm in your soul
Eking out resistance
We are not separate
we are the same
I am your shadow born in pain
Life is an illusion
we are never sane
All the soldiers
All the war
Won’t open heaven’s door
I am you and you are me
Cut me and you bleed
Like pomegranate seeds
I am the sky you cry to
I am the god that answers through whispers
and leaves moving on a tree
Sadness echoes what should have been
But the lies have been told and you believed
that you were different from me
Can’t you see I am your shadow with stars
and you are me with all your scars.
This poet
This poet isn’t meat and bones
He feels like cold stone
this poet lacks confidence
Walls collapse and collide
with his speech
with wounds you can only teach
hurt
This poet tells ugly truths
with minimal evidence or proof
he holds it like business card in his heart
life unfolds like a shopping cart
til tart solutions
This poet feels full
his heart holds his universe
it’s his curse
All poems tell a tale
dripping ink
Bleeding from the quill
I can’t even imagine life without those words
but like birds
they have flown
To a new throne
cold and alone…
Lonely people
Only people
with hidden sparks of divinity
looking into the mirror
getting shivers
and quivers
Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver
another endeavour
feat of the gods
the odds
and ends of messages
we send
The revolving door
of lives
when will hope truly arrive
karma
another charmer
but a bell chimes
and it alarms us
we are living fast food lives
Our souls the only thing
that isn’t disposable
water hoses us down
but we can’t get to the deep
conversations
we permanently seek to leave words
of comfort even if they are lies
and we surrounded by people
with mole like eyes.
Forever lonely only children
Unseen
I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen
I dream
of beauty
having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes
starry skies
Holding her hand
but this life happens in the meantime
Unplanned
I am unseen invisible
divisible miserable behind four walls
a boy born with a huge soul
now small
My confidence and ego a full ballon
then shrinking like a soggy deflated one
like lungs I breathe in life
and exhale sadness
madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?
invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts
people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…