When will compassion come to fashion?
When will life become valuable,
And death be unfashionable?
Images of death should make you short on breath.
But we don't feel their pain,
We look after our own gain.
When will humility excel stupidity?
If you're humble your feet won't stumble.
Certain things should give you the shakes
There is no shortage of mistakes.

I am drawn to those who suffer
I try to pull people from the fire
Often I get burned
But I learn

Why am I drawn to those who suffer?
I ponder
It's because hardship is for the good
In a world where people are often

Misunderstood

I find myself grumbling
and gnashing my teeth
Another humbling
betrayal again
I saw myself leaning
trying to solve another's pain
Saw things too deep
and missed the meaning
What do I need
these memories for
I must take heed
and strengthen my core
Never to forget
these mistakes sore
Lest I forget
And repeat them once more

I was never good with women
When they choose me, it freaks me out
Why me? I'm disgusting

So I kissed the one at arms reach
While the one farther away cried
And I realized the error

That I love the one far away
As I tried to warm up to her
She cried even harder

The one I kissed went away
I realized I lost them both
I was never good with women

I used to see you as a shining light
Dazzling at sight, notoriously glorious
I knew I wanted to get closer and closer
Until we stood victorious

Now I see the outline of your body
A silhouette with your back to me
Getting smaller and smaller
Until you fade away

Look upon the world and wail, you earthly beings!
The souls of departed ancestors likewise may weep
At the lack thereon of a saintly mind
And beasts calling themselves men, horrid unkind!

My people go stiff at the slightest whiff
Of debate, set in their ways, truth they hate
It's nothing new
The mighty feed off tragedy, yet despise what's true

They keep building machines,
For malicious ends, for profit indeed
To **** blood from the veins of the earth
And end life before birth

They use aborted fetuses, our money spent
To combat diseases which they invent,
Investigations face stiff opposition till they drop it,
The righteous who see these things are told to stop it

Not one is left, who's upright and pure
All fell to sin, of destiny unsure
The proud prey on anyone who won't heed
Heed I will not, to the evil breed

I will confess, and stand up tall
Despite the mess, this free for all
And proclaim the rightful origin of earth and sky,
Created by God, who looks from on high.

Another night
Another ******
One person defines
An entire gender
In my room I hide
I hate womankind
Yet how I long
To sleep
By your side
Eyes open wide
Spiritually blind
I just see your name
Reminds how I cried
In pain over our corpse
The day we both died
Now I must sigh
And utter goodbye

The ground was never solid
No shoulder to lean on or hand
to guide or help us understand
Just run to escape the quick sand
Such is the life of man
I'm tired of running
Through no man's land
Wading through a pile of mud
Dodging mosquitos and poison ivy
The rashes and bites make me bleed
Yet I believe someday that flowers will bud
By our blood
Then out of the crud the earth will be blessed
By the remnant seed all who confessed
That our sacrifice was not in vain
And those who heard them took heed
And forsook their lust and violence and greed
Then every man will live by the fruit of his deeds

Backstabbers cheaters and liars
Backsliders traitors and backbiters
There's so many opportunists with opportunities
to cause someone's downfall to give them pleasure
To have fame and notoriety, they like that most
Their words are now heard from coast to coast
Echoing deep inland all the way to the shore
Deeds that never would have had a platform before
Men know how to throw down but to raise up they are unfit
How does one live in such a climate?
I always thought it was the duty of man
to give order and peace to the land
It seems serpents have infiltrated the masses now
To do evil they can but to do good they don't know how
We need to come together and hurl out the snakes
No matter the stakes, no matter what it takes
Or else justice will fall and things will get worse
And the people will groan under a dark curse

For bread and wine I toil about
I put in work and gather dust
My face is drenched from harvest time
Winter comes and I don't rest
The workload's constant for fallen man
Who groans about in fallen world
The burden I carry is on my shoulders
Where sins of past have made their home
Love is scarce but calls me back
To happier simpler prosperous times
Before my work was done for others
Before I had to repay my debts
Now I'm living for myself
The walls and ceiling are my friends
A prison without locks is where I am
Looking for peaceful rest upon my bed
Tormented by coldness I stutter and turn
Into the void I direct my heart
Far from toil and labour and travail
I take what's mine and give it away
The world receives from my cold hands
My soul departs for resting place
Now I'm dead I can rest in peace

It never ends
When will it end?
What kind of life
What am I doing?
Admiring beauty?
I'm smothered by fools
I don't have a voice
And even if I had one
I'd still have no choice
Predestination rules
No one can change it
No one can take the script
And tear it to pieces
I am a pawn
I don't know what the king does
Blindly I serve
But I will be faithful
For I have seen good
From his hands I have tasted
The fruit of life
And so I am thankful

There will come a time when life becomes undying
The lion will close his mouth and sleep in his den
The raven and the crow will be silent that day
For lack of prey the wolf will become thinner
For dinner he'll eat herbs and grass
It'll come to pass that the bear will rest with the doe
The flow of the river will quench their thirst
Their stomachs will burst not with food but with joy
And man will no longer employ weapons of war
Their girls and their boys will no longer weep
They will keep their parents close to their hearts
The darts and the bullets will no longer fly
The sky will sing and the earth will know rest
It will bless mankind with the tree of life
Strife will cease and good will be the wine
You and I will dine with our ancestors of old
This story is told and written, it is coming and sure
For those who endured through this fallen time
With hearts that remained pure

My faith tells me to hold on
while at the same time to let go
My faith tells me to love my neighbour
yet most people will burn forever
My blackened heart is against these teachings
It burns hotter and hotter
I can't let control freaks command me
Or I'll be another sheep for the slaughter
I hate my sister and brother
I hate my father and mother
The world has nothing to offer
I hate this place
I hate this place
I don't belong
My flesh is weak but my spirit is strong
The world has it backwards
The soul is at the centre of the body
All these practitioners
Mental health doctors are liars
For they say the brain is at the command
When in fact it is the soul
I don't have a soul - I am one!
Though the soul rides on obedience
And these people are out of control

In silence I recall my name
I look down at my feet and grass
With hope not to fail
This crossroad I must pass
Where illusion and confusion reign
I look up in paleness
The rope my cross and nails
I used to be alive
Unburdened by the grave
I was one of the ocean's sails
Wind caressed my skin
Sunlight filled my eyes
So careless I used to be
Now I'm trying to control
Going against the flow
The wind rages against me
Trying to save my soul
It must be one of fate's ironies
They say I have to die to myself
To rise and be reborn
In death I lose myself
And then my sorrow ends

Oh blissful happiness,
upon whose paths only the innocent walk
until some evil spirit rends their hopes
and casts them off - where children dance
and the fool walks in a trance!
I have heard the devils talk
The way they ****** one into an act
and then mock without end,
and there's no going back!
They tell you about liberty, how you are free
until you bend and succumb to misery
Though wise, I was unable to discern
hypocrisy and the hypocrite
until recently, when I learned
they just want you to share their agonizing fate!
Oh mercy,
I thought no ill could come upon me,
and I would rise above any predicament
Woe is me!
How could I have known about the inner plague
that comes with every thought
of choosing instead of love, something worse
and doubting the laws of the universe!
By the time I saw, it was already too late
too much time has passed,
and vengeance had decided my fate
I seek revenge over mercy,
thus barring me from my own happy state
How quickly a happy heart can turn into hate,
and love into pain!
I want to retire to the womb from which I was born
from which I was torn, and pretend
to have not seen anything at all
I deny the ones I loved
and had compassion for - no more!
There's only bitterness left,
and no comforter in the world before me
for I reject simple joy and correction
for hard-hearted wrath against my oppressors

I don't need a sign
The good Lord foretold
Enemies of mine
Will be in my own household

I'm not on your level
Like a flower I wilt
Slave to the devil
Crippled by guilt

With fear they controlled
I was inclined to do good
I did what I was told
But they misunderstood

My mom was a breadwinner
So was my dad
Each evening at dinner
They spoke of the bad

Above they would lurk
And tasks they would hand
To force me to work
And against me to band

I was forced to rebel
Which may be a sin
Now I'm a slave to the devil
Without solid foundation

It's hard to go out
and make new friends
when you still haven't thrown away
the garbage of the past
How can you move on
when you still haven't given up
on the people who hurt you
Are people replaceable?
Let hell open up
and swallow the wicked
Leave only the good folks
A martyr's dream
for first they will **** us
As they abused us
While we pray to heaven
Not to refuse us

I cannot change the past
The present is a gift
The future too is set in stone
Unbeknownst to human wit
The hour's gotten late
The noise is dying down
One minute I'm smiling wide
The next a downcast frown
Depends on the air's whim
The pressure and my sense
Sometimes it feels so thin
Other times it feels so dense
Whatever's on my mind
I just hope it's kind
To do evil is to slog and grind
Yet to do good appears blind
Now I'm here where I belong
It feels good to be at home
Where I dance like to a song
All day and all night long
I'm am utter slave to fate
Nothing else will sate
My rotten human pride
To fight it is to hate
The truth will set you free
The story was written long ago, you see
We are all just pawns
Another of the throng
We were meant for hardship
Meant to make mistakes
To whatever's meant for us we're drawn
The world's a stage, a play
People are unknowing actors
Those who deviate from the script flay
In pain for what they lack
Some to never get it back
For an outstanding performance
You receive a bonus
To live another day
Under the sun's rays
I am going with the flow
Trying not to strife
No choice but to do the right thing
Though it feels like such a lie
To the song of life I sing
One day I'll spread my wings
But for now I am open to tomorrow
Whatever it may bring

Rise of technology
is the downfall of morality
Choked by materialism
Witnessing the decline of society
Why am I afraid
of every unfamiliarity
Like a foreign parasite
is attacking my sanity
I want to live simply
Grow and be happy
but even the fools
are running circles around me
With their pomp and their money
While I sit and worry
I want to do something drastic
Without turning plastic

We are abused but we know not guilt
We shoot to the sun, not to the ground
The hammer awaits us, but we don't shout
We are adorned flowers, thus we stick out
They tried to uproot us but we refuse to wilt
Tried to make us like they are, make us tilt
We have a problem with the way the world is bent
Our message has been written, wrapped and sent
They took our message and cross-examined it
Called us insane and tried to cure our insanity
Made us more manageable, an object to study
But they didn't see we are the corner stones of society
We are prophets the world sweeps under a rug
We get stabbed in the back each time we give a hug
The kind the world refuses to listen to
And gives us drugs to chew
If they could they would give us lobotomies
And electric shocks, like they did throughout history
Some say they are not ready
Not on our frequency
But in reality
They love lies and secrecy
For they are servants to money
Most of our parents were such
You must die to be free
Is that asking too much?

Wishing the air in the city was cleaner
but the pollution is dense
Wishing my stomach was less irritated
but it signals for prudence
Wishing I got my *** kicked in school by teachers
instead of the students
Wishing maturity and grace had a higher place in society
instead of youthful insolence
Wishing truth was easier to find and grasp
instead of ignorance
Wishing my dad taught me structure and discipline
instead of patience
Wishing my godparents taught me about God
instead of their disappearance
Wishing my rebellious phase ended with time
and I could stop being tense
Wishing I could simply live my life
without all the nonsense