Grain of sand

We are but a spec
Small undescript grain of sand
Blown by the winds of change
Tumbling along with the masses
Tightly packaged and ensnared
Bursting with life but never freed
This is our lot without choice
Dunes amassed with time
Shifted by social winds
We the grains that build the dunes
As society wains under pressures of state
We are but a grain of sand

We the survivors

Head held high
Eyes looking forward
Striding through life
Clearing all hurdles
Breaking down walls
Battling foes
Bannishing darkness where ever it grows
The guiding light and warrior brave
The meek and mild servant
Who journey along
This is not bravery
Only the fight
That burns deep inside me
Producing the power of right
Through Turmoils and pains
Growing ever stronger
Live in the shadows no way any longer
These choices are hard
But critical to all for we are survivors
That battle away
For fairer and brighter days for all

Rise

I rise
New and refreshed
Dailly construction undergone
Fresh in formats installed
Routes and changes
Marked and imprinted
My journey continues forth with

The darkness
Attempts to pull
Compressing virtues
Diminishing worth
Covering all in black mirk
Visions impairments it’s satisfaction
All routes it barrakades
Evil posted on every corner
It’s demonic soul bears faster
The power of souls charged

Pace by pace
I stride with confidance
Enpowered and rich
No matter my look
The scars I carry
Both physical and mental
These do not define me
They make me the richest man alive
Free fom societies constraints
Emblazing my own path
Victory is always going to be mine
No matter how hard

His form is many
It’s all in the eyes
Shadow like shape shifting
Indaviduals scattered asunder
Each and every personage
Carries his being
Power of the indaviduals soul
Contains this power
The weekest however
Are consumed by him
Transgression after transgressions
They are blackened
Becoming the foil of evils worth

Over the hills
Climbing mountains
I acheive by every step
The worth and pride rise higher
Forsake all those that doubt
Lay waste to those that don’t support
Only carry the positive nurturing aid
Friends and family true
Assist with the power of one
It’s not the time
But the journey that defines
Not the task
But the persistence to acheive
Evil does not have that energy
Blinding it and diminishing choice
Light surges through our viens
Allowing acheivements too glow
Empowering us through life

My shroud

Why can’t they see
The feelings within me
Dragging me down
Forcing my frown
The depressive shackles
Binding me to my cell
The shroud that masks
With the painted face
Pride of smile
Strength of grace
Draped strong over this
Deshevald dull existence
Fate of sociality

Mentality twists

  Biometric circumference
  Neural pathways flooded
  Infomative image collectability
Transitional sectors abound
Do we see what is real
Are we deceaved by perceptions   
Does our brain sypher correctly
The visualality thrust apon it’s fibres Sociality and expectations of status
Exudes pressures untold upon self
Escapism saught to atain enlightenment
Virtual fractures free us
Or ecompass the bars that entrap
Are we truly ever free

Screaming

In dispares lap we nestle alone and confronted by fears

Mists of regret and confussion engulf or sanctity within

Wracked with pain,longing and turmoil we search for freedoms gate

Seeking help from all sources we scream as loud as we can

The dipressions fog mutes any sound ommitted from our soul

Seperation from humanity takes a stranglehold of lifes energy

Drained and nulified we limply slump deeper into solitudes dipressiveness

The costumes and masks we wear dipict serenity and happiness

Confusing and deceptive windows that society sees through

Thoughts of the end and journey too peace fill our heads

Knives in hands and nooses around necks we fill contemplations cup

Taking pills from the cupboard we count and watch

Dark mired soulless vessel dipicting the light sincere loathing of self

Nobody comes the assistance required invisible and gone

What can we do but sit here and scream louder and louder

Then silence falls deafening and final
is this how it ends alone and dark

Crosses we bare

                              Living
         Conseptuality provocations
      Intreuged by phlosophies taught
   Mired by misconseptual ingnorances
Passed from ages that fear the  unknown
Social impropriety and disfunctionality   Consuming selfworth and faithfulness
    Selected for differances built in
Non chosen imperfections of normality
     Force fed by tyranical presses
Expert led idealisms of margonalisms
    The selective nature of others
Choosing the direction of progression
   You are what you are taught too be
  Indavidualism is intrepid musfortune
     Be mechinised in moulded mirth
  For acceptance sake and ease of part
        Who dares to buck trends

 

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