Is it the hot jalapeño
that makes the sauce
undesirable?
So much so that
the lavishing onion
sweet tomato
and bold garlic
mean nothing?
Down the sink because
it is too spicy for our mellow tongues.
Sauce speaks the loudest when
it makes us uncomfortable.

I am a stray walker
No matter what people says,
I’m going my way

I’ve passed through so many harsh times,
I’ve been ****** so many times,
But even with deep wounds,
I’m not giving up,
Not that easily.

I’ll fight to the end,
Until my heart stops,
All those who tried to break me,
I’ll bring them down.

The ashes of my past
Are blowing away in the wind,
And for the time I will last,
I’ll live with no regrets,
Nothing I should mind.

In a world of sheeps,
Let’s be wolves; break conformity
And live freely
Let’s choose our path together,
Let’s go on a journey;
A journey that we call life.
Let’s stray together you and me,
Because we chose to take a different path,
People will look at us
In their eyes you might see hatred,
In their words, disguss and disdain
But in their heart you will find envy, lust and greed toward us.

Those scars on my chest,
Those scars in my heart,
They prevent me from falling down,
Remind me to be strong,
And stop following the roads
That lead to Rome.
Choose the unbeaten path,
Where you might find yourself,
I followed my heart, I chose
To be myself
And now I am pround,
Pround of where I am, pround of who I am,
And pround to have survived
the stream.
Only the strongest will
Survive this journey,
So be ready to face adversity,
Stop following conformity,
Be the wolf and lead the way

I have no regrets,
Because I got nothing to lose,
Let’s stray away
away
Together my soul and me.

This thought is just another tree in a forest of problems
So I'll cut it all down, I'll burn this forest to the ground
Make it so I no longer have to think
So my brain can finally melt away
We can start anew
With all this extra lumber
Build a whole new town
One with a little less corruption
With a little less thought
More conformity
Because what broke me was not acting the part

Tonight's the night I take a chance,
A risk greater than the high school dance,
But dare I try, after this stanza
I'll stop firing my rhyming phaser,

I've always been one for lesser liberties,
Not unlike your favourite celebrities,
Such as the right to whistle my merry song,
On those warm summer days that drag out too lon-
No not that! Why can't I seem to break,
That longing for order, could my values be fake?

I'm a rebel, not a conformist of society,
I'm one for a cider not a hot cup of tea,
Notice that I'm getting better all the time,
Those lines only made up a half rhyme,

I'll force myself to ruin this pattern that I'm in,
Perhaps a subtle cuss will do: "Friggin'!",
That didn't seem to work I guess this is a sham,
Perhaps its inevitable that all poetry should rhyme...

Wait a second...

The sheep minded
Elevate ignorance
To celebrate
Their own mundaneness

Claim this enslavement
Is natural
That the moral
Shun the strays
Who walk in
Diverging ways

Cling to status symbols
And fashion trends

Their mind bends
To fit their servile situation

Praising the nation
Instead of humanity

Consumers not real creators
Products not innovators

Digesting stupidity
And spitting the same
Uniformed madness
Right back at me
And that is why
I love working nights

It's just a thing.
An idea.
Washing up on the shores.
Of oblivion.
As the surf presses forth.
Does this enigma grow limbs.
Tearing away from the stream of consciousness there of.
A schism indeed.
For it is hastily trying to retrace what was inevitably.
Washed away.
Gasping.
Fighting for a right to.
Be.
And as it does in all youth.
A plague of indecisive arrogance pollutes the well.
This gyser of melevolant guile.
Spew forth facts.
For living is to conform.
Assimilate.
Render the barcode.
As the sewage of self depletes upon the masses.
Who needs oceans.
When we are all dying to drown.
In ignorance.

CONFORMITY kills CURIOSITY