The world today in mine eyes

To be saved by another victim can be the best thing or the worst.
A victim of what? One may ask. The answer is simple really a victim of your choices in life. We choose the way we live and the way we die. Be it that you are conscious of it or not it’s truly your own choice. If ever in life you ask yourself this question “Am I victim by choice or definition?” Ask yourself that question and hope that it is by choice. If you ask me why? I will say that your choice can change during the course of live and situation where as definition is brought or given by another character, form or being. Meaning you will be a victim until the end of time. The world is losing its ways to human kindness. The 21st century gives no such thing. There is “use or be used and use and abuse.” The choice is to choose! It takes nine months to make a human being but it takes halve a second to kill one. Leaders, doctors, teachers, parents teach us to be aware of diseases, wars, drugs; things that in danger our lives. But no one tells us to be aware of the species called humans they are the biggest threat to anybody. They are harsh to themselves, others and other species in the world. They are the biggest, most dangerous disease ever created. Why doesn’t anybody warn us about them? Because it is within us, we can never be free.
Human stands for:
politician
Killer
Murderer
Thief
Rapist
Psycho
User
Abuser
Drugs dealer
Gun dealer
Terrorist
Pedophile
And the list goes on.
Mankind has disgraced me; a civilization that took centuries to build and receive its rightful respect is being destroyed over power. A personal game that men like to play; "Who has the biggest dick!!" In other words, "A dick measuring contest." Like the world is one big pussy waiting to get fucked by the biggest dick. Maybe maybe not, but lets be honest, its not about religion anymore? No that was centuries ago it may still be, but it has certainly evolved into the politician and his opponent's personal playground. Poetic justice is it not? The only difference between a politician and a murderer is that "he" THE POLITICIAN pays somebody to do his dirty work and gets away with it. I know that the world is not fair, but since when is the law higher then the law.

My poetry

Love speaks

If love could speak, what would love say?
I’m mending everyman,
But not everyman is worth mending,
Or even mend for me.
I am pure, and I am free.
Yet you are confused by me.
What I am, who I am, and what I can be.
My qualities are unique.
My beauty is kind.
My feeling is warm.
If you become a part of me, and I a part of you.
You would no longer be you.
And I would no longer be love.
You would be me and I you!! ( Love would have a face)
Thus I will stay with you,
Till death to be free.

Although we are not aware of this, love speaks everyday. Most of us who do see it , see it when we are in love ourselves. Once we fall in love(real or true love that is) it will never leave until death.

I Love Thee

If it were true that you and I could no longer be,
I would no longer be me!
And if I can’t convince thee that I am the one,
Then I should be labeled a loner at once.
For it is I who love’s thee,
For it is I who hate’s thee!
Since I learned to love thee,
My heart learned the beat of love.
I would dance to it if I had thee by my side;
Instead I lay down my sorrow,
Put my emotions in a pot labeled hide
As vindictive I tent sometimes to be,
I strangle my sorrow and try to be free.


When you have found someone you really connect with and let them slip away.
You will learn to live with regret. Saying what if, and I wish. Because you love him/her (thee)





My Rejection

I’m in love with a face,
A mere image of my own reflection.
Suddenly it turns to hate,
Is it me? My own rejection?
Or is it fate that wants me to hate?
I live in the wilderness of my devotions,
A narrow path that leads to my everlasting emotions,
To fulfill an unfulfilled passionate obsession.
As I pass by an old fountain I gaze upon mine own reflection.
A butterfly whose wings have been ripped away!
Left there in the brutal world to decay.
Thus it is no longer perfect,
The world rejects its unattractiveness.
When all she wants is a sense of belongingness.

My Recollection of a human’s portrait

I am disgraced by my own portrait,
I am graced by my own pattern.
I have inherited my father’s traits,
And therefore wounded my mother’s faith!
I love the feeling of recollection,
It allows my infinite deception,
Where I can bring memories far from hell,
Where it’s “ok” and not one can tell.
The real deal of my imperfection.
To be human is just a phase!
Not one is real, just a scene,
An entrance, an act, and an exit.



This is a Sonnet that i wrote one day when inspired by my life.
I don't expect people to understand it cause it is something deep deep inside myself. But if anybody does, i'm really interested to hear about it.