the ruthless anarchy

the mysteries that surround me
tethered by the steps in reflection,
with the pride of a lion
and lies of a wild fire,
Ships are doomed and drowned to suffocation
i possess a social anxiety disgusted by the presence of deceit.

time does run out and hours surely crack
your words are so vague and light weight
it just vanished in thin air.
no matter how strong the sketches are
its all a colorful deception
a portrayal of hypocrisy.

its a ruthless anarchy
blazing bullets through the innocence
swimming across with the thought of dishonesty
dont hold me in contempt
your third face finally revealed
there shall be a resurrection of voices for your malice.




A Lady Who Goes To Orphanage

Its her birthday today
and her guy is waiting to make it special for her
may be a slice of cake
or a chocolate wrapped in ice-cream
a nice lunch or a dine
but no; her schedules are planned
she had places to go, things to do
somewhere; something
but its all good even though we cant meet
given a rational thought
a logical interpretation.
cause its not like she’s out there partying
with her friends
drinking and smoking and dancing.
the heart of gold she owns
she believes in giving.
its not just about spending time with him
she is dominated by the love of giving
to the kids
on this day she cannot compromise
cause thats what satisfies her apitite.

And she is bad in some ways
cause she manages to ruin
ruin all the surprises
he’s planned
cause of her inveriable schedule
and he has no choice
he has no choice but to amplify
magnify the plans he had for her
and in her conscience she is happy
for those wonderful thought
a vision on her mind is suffice
the kind gesture was a perfectly wrapped gift for her 22nd.
Cause she likes to see the joy on those young eyes,
those sparkling those twinkling eyes is what conspire her
cause she has the heart of giving
rather than the power of taking.


Secrets of Yesterday

He, as the sun rise upon the morrow,
opens his eyes with the deepest sorrow.
wonder why the night had to end
wonder why the lights had to pretend (of the new days glory)
he has no strength to face the new day,
yesterday’s tomorrow.

Up on the bed he sits
with head held low
caressed by the hand
the same hand that wishes to crush his own skull
rupture it into pieces
puncture the bones.
while he is submerged on these wicked thoughts
like the submarine on the pacific
the eyes are shut.
He cant bare to see
what is HE!

Like a wounded bull in a fight
he takes a deep breath
a panic in his heart
racing like a mad dog.
Grinds the teeth with utmost agony
and clinches his fists.
At the turtle’s pace
Takes a couple of steps
nears the table and
he leans on to it.
He closes his eyes again
visualizing the past
like a 3D movie;
the recent past,
yesterday is what he thinks of.

jerks out the drawer
takes out his gun.
the revolver has a single bullet
he plays the Russian roulette.
At point blank range
he pulls the trigger
he is dead.
How lucky he must have wondered!!

as the blood flows
there goes his sorrow
no more tomorrow.
Along with the blood paint,
and the brain graffiti
there lies his deepest secret on the wall.



Contemplation of the Worthless


sun is shining bright
the alarm is on
its time to get up
you’ve got to contemplate one more day

facebook is the place to be
status are whats there to see
“like” everything you read
cuase there’s just barely anything else to do

youtube sucks anyway
the videos are lame
you just wanna scream
it takes too much time to stream

how can it be this world is so dark and unberable
the things that surround me on my head make me vaulnerable
there is nothing i can do to escape this place
except for the Contemplation of the worthless

you’re watch a movie
your friends are fuckin
your girlfriends cheatin
you wanna fuck that actress on a tv screen

you lock your self in the room
turn off the lights
lay on your bed
contemplate on the things that were never said

how can it be that there is no place to go and hide
so no one could judge on your shame and your false pride
there is nothing i can do to escape this place
except for the Contemplation of the worthless

your music is loud
dont know what the movie’s about
you’re getting bored
you just wanna eat all day

alcohol is the thing for you
drug yourself around
headache abound
contemplate on the things that you did

how can it be that the voices in me are getting loud
search for a better place lies up on the clouds
there is nothing i can do to escape this state
except for the Contemplation of the worthless

you’re onto misery
how i know this?
cause you’re so dumb
contemplate all day cause you’re brain’s all numb

no way i can supress
the feelings i have
the rage i bear lashes out
there’s nothing of this generation to be proud

how can it be that the times are going wrong
what people say and do cant be undone
there is nothing i can do to escape this state
except for the Contemplation of the worthless


Crawl Me Out Of This Darkness


i wanna write something tonight
but i cant seem to find a word to rhyme
may be i havent gone through enough in life
may be im delusioned may be im blind

i cant see the lights in my room
i cant see no sparkling signs
to get me over this torment
i need to crawl out of this darkness
i need to fight this rain

its a raging war in my head
battle of the brain
none seem so powerful
no one seems to win
every thought has its own reason
every thought eats up my brain

days been mad nights been wicked
lonely sad and deranged
hollow heart speaks
filth and disguest it utters
covered with meanure
its a black stone like a coal

i can feel my blood rushing up my vains
it creaps me, its driving me insane
purity it does not deliver
rots my empty brain
crawl me out of this darkness.




Sands of time slips with a grain,
Memories of you, always on our brain,
Agonies of pain soothes in time,
Anger, Rage fades with the sound of chime,
Matter of time, life is just a lease,
So with god we all came to peace.

Until its lost, the value is unknown,
When its gone, the heart feels alone,
Friend, without you we’re left shaken,
your place never replaced, never taken,
Close you were, can never let go,
Histories of us nothin will ever blow.
Sacred shall remain our shared laughter,
Will be cherished forever and after,
Sadness emerge with the thought of you,
May god be always there with you,
Thoughts of you, we’re restless; out of our comfort zone,
Time is the best healer we have known.

Amongst us you will always be missed,
Blessed are we, with your friendship we were kissed,
There is a little way to describe the sorrow,
Loss of you we were left empty- hollow.
But as its been said;
just a matter of time, life is just a lease,
So with god we all came to peace.




soothin sound of the music enter your ears
you sit in the corner lettin out the tears

you remember of the ones you missed
how you thought on those days you were blessed

light up the candles, protect the burnin flames
in the name of the ones whose memory remains

walk on the street, think of the names
forget all the pain, ignore all the blames
for they have a place in your heart
just like the bulls eye on the dart

the saddest song plays on and on
in time you realise life goes on
moves on
things to be done
life to be run
cause what happened has happened, cant be undone.