Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Hatred


1.
What does it mean? To be alive…
What does it need to be important.
All the mornings vile and divine
when staring the ceiling reluctant…


2.
Is there are reason of haste?
To brush your tooth and go forth…
Hope seems such a waste,
Why avoid south to go north…


3.
To watch your hand before your eyes;
to reach for the dream what never follows.
Fastening the smile like a crooks disguise
as the phone in your pocket bellows…


4.
Hello, sir, nice to meet you, good day!
Would you have some time for this offer;
It's so cool and so awesome! What say?
Buy this now and we discount you a coffer!!”


5.
Silent nods, shake the head and good bye;
don't even hear what they plead and what faith
do they have on you for the trial.
All love also sounds much like Hate…


6.
Today I woke up and was dead;
my body still moving, insides out of places
hated everything tearing up the bread
to knife on some butter, hand salt so chases…


7.
In the office same old as usual;
if I dropped dead, would anyone notice?
Coffee is hot but on refusal.
Nothing seems to be working to suffice…


8.
Cold angry schedules, role-models paintings –
what ever the reason, it's not gonna better.
It feels like I'm drowning, silently fainting;
breaking my bonds from tether to tether


9.
What does it mean to be alive?
What does it feel to be caring?
To hold someone – live or die;
to be for her to the last daring…


10.
What does it mean to be of trust?
Is that boon only for angels;
can a humans voice shatter the crust;
going beneath and beyond all dangers…


11.
Is it yet time or too late?
Looking the hour glass passing.
Maybe hatred is just a fate
like the blood in your veins still gushing.


12.
Looking back at the time and at morrow
same nuisance to push up and fight.
Empty words and some woe-full sorrow
like some knots on a cord straightened tight.


13.
In the night some gasps and sweet dreams,
how the world would hath been if of luck.
To salvage the crops for the cream:
If I had for every time just one buck...

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