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Stranded, he dwells, his eyes swell, feeling malnourished and unwell,

A world of thorns dictated by a group of psychopaths,

Envisioned by cruel and adulterous people,

His burden, burns, he laments and earns,

A test at life, a life of test, a test of tests,

A testament of detest, addressed and despised,

A statement of resentment,

A frail hand, a risky track, turmoil path,  

Affinity to the self, sympathy to the self,

The light beckons, while the restrained motions subtle,

A hand beckons, addressing his emergence,

While the other holds his hands and deviates his advent,

The struggle—even when he sleeps, commence,

Feels forsaken, he knows he is mistaken,

A soul devoid of depth, he failed to feel,

Dimensions upon dimensions,

Stoic, mystic, spirituality, sanctity,

Help! Perhaps it was a mistake?

Did I dwell within too deep?

No matter.

Rise!

Regardless of the pain, the stain, the ingresses of disdain,

Regardless of anything,

Rise and fly without any imperfection,

For the soul is attracted to purity and sincerity,

Truth and love and beauty,

For love is the guide,

Love the compass,

Love, the direction.

|||Lady in Red|||

Digressed, erased,

Pressed, raced,

Depressed, stressed, dressed, regressed,

Caress his heart, stirred his crest, and mesmerized his eyes,

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Unrest, lest, let’s pretend it’s a small test,

Detest, feast and back to your nest,

Cheated, embarrassed,

Betrayed and grassed…

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Hate,

Fate, whatever be, Lo! have faith,

We pay for each act,

Alas, relax, when it’s due, you get back what you’ve wrecked,

Relax; take it easy and rest, soon you’ll see the fruits of your act.

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Remember, evoke, retain your heart,

Evil, cruel, hurtful deeds brings fear to the heart,

You conspire; fear transpires, you know it deep in your heart,

You perspire, struggle and nervousness is instilled in the depths of the heart,

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No matter, alas! No matter,

It’s okay, it doesn’t matter,

Who cares what I mutter,

In the end I was sincere and that is all that matter.

|Luminate!|

Illuminate! He shrieked to his soul,

Hoping the brightness that emanates of the light would vanquish ignorance,

Give birth to wisdom,

Fulfill all kind of attainments,

Smiles and contentment!

Saying good riddance to melancholy and despondence,

Instead his soul quivered and it frowned!

It is not that easy, it scorned!

Suffer and drown in sorrow you poor scum!

Wickedness of the world glaring with hypocrisy and duplicity,

Tearing apart whatever that is left of humanity,

Turning mankind into beings who think they’re self-sufficient,

Weak beings thinking they know why they were born,

Thinking their intelligence could lead to something profound,

All they end up guarding are their mighty pride and arrogance,

Oh selfish beings, will you not then think?

Your intelligence and senses are malevolent, useless and exceedingly inadequate,

Can you not at least tell that your senses are vastly restricted and incomplete?

That you’re more stupid than a noble intellectual?

The man cried for an ointment,

 Some kind of anointment…

Stupid problems tearing off skins and his limbs,

For he is  miskin and they don’t respect miskins,

Why the mistreatment?

Can’t man be less superficial?

The society,

The ones who plotted the bloody community,

The puppeteers,

The ones who perpetrated this atrocity,

This judging, stereotyping city,

Sacrilegious aristocracy,

Lost is humanity,

All within us lays stupidity.

Illuminate! He shrieks to console,

The hole in his soul,

Though they haughtily sold their souls

All entranced in obliging their superficial goals,

Illuminate, he breathes to his soul,

The evil of society he was born into ever so pompous and entrapping,

The future of the souls encapsulating,

Illuminate! he shrieks to his soul,

In hope that it will elevate his whole,

Before he too sells off whatever that is left of his soul,

Illuminate, he whispers to his soul…

Illuminate, he cries to his whimpered soul,

Illuminate…