A person of extreme colourful interest,
A collection of stories they are not.
Neither are they words of experiences best,
But their person is the result of the lot.

If you fabricate fallacies not knowing yourself,
The ostentation will be seen,
For what it is; a facile mask of deficient wealth,
Degenerating virtues, leaving you unclean.

True, internal sadness can be covered,
With self-righteousness and false confidence.
Complacence curtails virtues just discovered,
And ceases growth of your love for kindness.

Learn of yourself and not other’s perceptions.
Your thoughts you are, you’re the colours of your thoughts.
No more displaying portrayed deceptions,
For your true vibrant colours, you will only distort.

Find those virtues of which we all possess.
Find them and show them to everyone around,
Show them you at the height of your very best,
You will receive love abound.

I am the fear you feel day in, day out.
I am the unknown worry that consumes you.
I am everywhere but you don’t see me.
I made you forget to turn off the iron.
I am the smoke in your children’s lungs.
I am the debt in your bank account.
I am the drink calling your name.
I draw on your flaws to attack your hope.
I compress compassion and squeeze your heart.
I show lies to the eyes in need of truth.
I starve hungry hearts.
I get great pleasure from watching you writhe.
I loudly laugh at your pain so he can hear.

Your reactions feed my will.
Your futility is mimicry of mine.
Your ostracisation is by my wedge.
Your failure is of best intentions, but in my world.
Your lack of hatred makes me hate you.
You don’t know who I am. I don’t care who you are.

Cramped.
Boxed in by sides reinforced by world.
Incarcerated by presence perpetuated by will
Continuing loosely, bended by whims.

Walk even slower to get there on time
Turn up the heat till it freezes to ice
Achieve righteousness by committing crime
Reduce to zero by doubling three thrice

People with bombs, raise buildings to the ground
Over your eyes pull the wool of the lies
So you can see better the strident sound
of the plentiful shrill, tormenting cries

Closer an eventuality horizon looms.
Darkness beheld, as light it consumes.
Though light will prevail victorious simplicity,
With the concise demise of gratuitous bureaucracy.

*(An Event Horizon is the orbit of a Black Hole beyond which the gravitational pull becomes too strong for even light to escape.  Also known as The Point of No Return.)

Who will you vote for this next time around?
Blue to conserve debt to pay the elite?
Red for more war governed by their greed?
Yellow for an enforced democracy?
Surrounded by rocks and hard places we are.

Man’s manifesto seldom improves with
Another war to end all wars… again.
Attacks of terror as war on terror.
An imposing bill to bail out bankers;
Their active avarice governed by greed.

Don’t vote for extortion when you have no money.
Don’t vote for war when you don’t want to fight.
Don’t vote for distortion of utopian harmony.
Don’t vote, because that is also your right.

Calling your name through the leaves,
The dirt swallows us whole.
Calling your name through the leaves
As the sky smothers us.
A soul no longer breathes.

I don’t know where I’m going.
Lost in a map where words are flowing.
To what end I don’t know.
I’m tired.

I’ve argued, quarrelled, and fought
every last drop of energy.