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Poetry
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Mercy, itโ€™s in our prayers

and itโ€™s our biggest cancer,

societies poison, humanities pill,

itโ€™s mercy, the sweet nectar of power

at mercies behest some plunder and steal.

Mercy, it both separates

and connects us to the animal kingdom.

The power of mercy

bestowed upon lords,

the bedrock of hierarchy

and so much more.

Mercy, the noose around the neck

of the 21st century serf,

the promise of subjugation

at birth,

the promise of death by a thousand cuts,

mercy, so misunderstood in a merciless world.

Forever In Wonder

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

What is constant in a world of moments,production is in abundance yet so many are still hopeless?So what is always in a world of โ€˜neverโ€™in a world of sometimes,whatโ€™s forever?Dreamt a thousand dreams.Hoped forevermore,for brighter days for the pooror just a chance at it,a shot at a future, a slice of hope,because while at times it shines here,the rains been constantand the joy has always been brief,yet the pains so constant.

๐’œ๐“ˆ๐“Ž๐’ถ ๐’ฑ๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’, ๐ต๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“Ž ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐’ฒโ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡

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Inspired by 2wice, Shaped by Life

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

No silver spoon,

I only know drug antidotes,

only thing to ease my mind

when the demons call.

Five years my junior,

but the reason I became a man.

On these words I stand…

your lifeโ€™s my only plan.

Jungle made of concrete,

seen no easy years,

lifeโ€™s so unfair…

can still feel your soul in the air.

Capital Conditions

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

E049BB86-CFD8-4206-A907-718F5FFF5238Radicalised by pain,
sufficiently conditioned to reject
the meritocratic myths and
barely interested in conditional freedoms,
liberal bourgeoisie notions of self,
the sort of ideas that pave the good intentions to hell.
The sort of hell fashioned by the idea that our practices,
our ways of organising are anything more than ideas…
anything more than the brain children
of those who existed in a society prior
– the sort of society that they themselves once wished to redefine.

๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ

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หœโ€*ยฐโ€ข.หœโ€*ยฐโ€ข Written Paintings โ€ขยฐ*โ€หœ.โ€ขยฐ*โ€หœ

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๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด,
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ท๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ;
๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ
๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด,
๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ – ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด,
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต.

๐˜ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.
๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด,
๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ,
๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.

Winter Days

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

I mostly remember you for the winter days,
The streets would freeze as you lit my soul,
If the heart could speak then I’d let you know.
You got me through the winter days.

The snow falls, the wind blows and
Our streets are filled with muddied slush.
Even when I was alone on my way to school,
Iโ€™d hear your voice say, โ€˜donโ€™t runโ€™.

Donโ€™t worry, I were always sure to walk,
Even when you left,
I never felt alone, I felt your step
and for all those journeys in my mind we would talk.

I mostly remember you for my winter days,
But I love you for the days I donโ€™t remember.
That Tuesday morning, you remember right?
September 5th, 1995.

The day you became my goddess and you gave me life.
The day I stole your heart and you gave me mine,
you gave me the most precious gift… time.
Yet I must live without you every single day.

Reminiscing of the early years,
loving you for the latter.
Missing you hereafter,
But mostly…
mostly, I remember you for the winter days.

Love Me While I’m Here

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

It can happen in an instant,

One moment youโ€™re cruising,

The next your sinking.

 

Those final moments can be so fitting;

life and death, forever besides never,

if deaths eternal then what is living?

 

I remember the way they saw me,

If only they knew I could see them now,

I flutter in and out of consciousness as they scream and shout.

 

โ€˜Fight it… fight itโ€™

But Iโ€™m done fighting,

Iโ€™m fully resigned to leaving now.

 

They donโ€™t love me really, not even now.

 

They worry for their loss as they forget about mine.

Iโ€™ll be gone forever but theyโ€™ll forget that in time.

They should have loved me while I was here;

 

Before the pink left my lips and my dreams disappeared,

before time took my mind, before age took my frame,

back when we had more time, more memories to make.

 

They never loved me while I was here.

But as Iโ€™m leaving they love me again?

Funny how things change.