Archives for July 11, 2013

Through dead eyes

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

I woke up before my eyes opened unlike days before,
My heart faced the rage in War, we’ll make them knock on Satan’s door.
‘What do they hate us for? What do they take us for?
Puppets, machinery controlled and programmed to praise their laws?’
I threw these thoughts inside my mind and I started hating more.
The rage picked me up from the cold and vibrating floor.
Then I started making sure that the voices of painful tears were all taken forward.

The sky sees thousands of souls in the streets, an amazing moment –
For Retaliation against Segregation until this pain is slaughtered.
I joined the common hearts very blatant,
Throwing our emotions naked open, about the laws of brains disorders.

Over our bile-boiling bodies the clouds were immigrating, falling
As the stones and petrol bombs were causing traffic-
In the midst through tear gas, then the scene was all dramatic.

After the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns!
My heart never feared less then it got more than tragic,
Then I turned back from what my mind thought would call an epic.
Running, jumping over dead souls, it was problematic.
Segregation was winning; my life was getting chased by bullets.
Unable to survive damage, damage got my brains wounded.

With three bullets in my skull I saw the end of my story.
I lost victory and won defeat, so you have to find glory.

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

If I was a thought

If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness in abuse’s tale.

If I was a thought I would choose to be planted –
Root-deep and fertilized in the mentally – bruised and demented
And refuse to leave centered the power of a foreign enemy
Exchanging blows with false reality close to falling sanity

If I was a thought I would build sacred temples –
Within souls where hatred settles as the devil’s naked samples.
In your grey thinking matter I’d give rise to vagrant rebels.

If I was a thought in blindness’ mind I’d cry for support
To rearrange the purpose of chaos in the life that we have got.

If I was a thought I’d fill holes in empty places –
Where colds roam through broken windows to kill souls of angry faces.

If I was a thought I’d be no accidental idea-
Built on luck and co incidence, harassed and strangled by fear
But a self- mental pioneer;
A thought of revolution’s emotions in motion to settle right here.
(Pointing to the head)