Tag: Poet

Life of two Seeds but different Fates

fates

If life were to come to breakdown

I would stand forgiving

For a guy to rely than never ask for nothing

Go to the pits of hell

Fix your flaws then come tell

As if you never knew the dues

Shall be paid so soon

Or play it until you’re fully cooked

Kitchen of a demonic blueprints

Can’t deny if I come out a little bloodstained

This is a fight until the last day

Allah has a way to masks it

Two seeds but two fates

One is a journey of wisdom

And the second being a ride of weakness

Nothing to worry cause your dealer is dealing unknowns

Visit inner-self often

Less of what is material

Only

Practicing to breath and focus

Hence comes the life of senses

Never felts so real as the world manifests

Real as if I had nothing to do with

Just a way of appreciation

Unknown Destiny

Come closer

Channo – Idea, Senorita, The Soul Mate, Ambitious?

 

 

Question For Our Times?

 

Kind of what goes through the back of a guy or a girl’s mind – eventually, when ‘settling’ with

Channo becomes a question of being highly ambitious, or superbly retarded?

 

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Answer: Maybe, the culture you’re brought up in, looking around at your age group, or invalidation of factual information which somehow becomes valid – Since, society; has it’s influence how perspective, thought processing, or making the ‘Right Choice’ – (Another, one of the thousands of beep bleep things they expect you to listen to!)

 

Superbly Retarded – Look at what is happening around the world. Guy needs Girl – Need for Need – Relationship! Comprehend? Well, let me make it simple. The whole institution of marriage is Fantastic, Ideal or like I said Superbly Retarded.

A Father’s Hand

Do I feel senseless, idiotic or emotional? How to keep a balance? When one tend to combine all three of the attributes together – ‘SenselessIdioticEmotions’ (SIEPoet). Who’s to judge it’s all between friends, right?

 

A Father’s Hand

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Lost was the little boy in the supermarket (5)

Fear enacted around his world (10)

Red on his face, it was born, quickly, (15)

The first tear so ugly (20)

Crowd had he gathered (25)

Help has he shouted? (3)

Overwhelmed with dripping anxiety (35)

Nice folks probe him questions (40)

In search for his guardian (45)

Behind the crowd arouse a tall man (50)

Calling; ‘Son, is that you?’ (55)

Boy alleged to his Father’s knee (60)

Holding as if he found the key (65)

The world brightened up (70)

As the hustle continued (75)

His father’s hand (80)

Did the boy slip for a time (90)