They Paint It Black
A couple of old men talks tall in the forest,
Their hands were huge and their laughs were robust,
A couple strands of hair has turned white on their head,
They wave their hands everywhere on the air,
And soon after, their smiles became more and more rampant,
Soon after, the dusk turned into night time,
Blinding lights scares the animals sleeping deep,
Their black smokes and their deafening sounds,
They mow everything in their path,
Years after years, the rabbit stills misses his hole,
But to no avail as they cemented the earth hard,
They paint the entire green into pitch black.
The Cuffs of the Mouth
Finding their way right into the morning dusk,
Was the blabber of the sinful brain,
Making their way unto thy pitiful mouth,
And starting the entire moons over moons,
Same thing still stays the same,
The sharp tongues never was gone dull,
Blunt as the plank and sharp as the knive,
Words by words these inane poets of body,
They craft either by thoughts of benevolence nor sinister,
It knows unrest as to the end of the days,
It knows no feelings towards the venom it throws to,
It knows no inbetween of the worlds of fitting in.
Distant
An old man once came home,
Nothing greets him and probably nobody will,
As it is of no use of having a family,
A young man goes to his apartment,
It felt cold and silent and everything stays still,
It is the portrait of the modern society indeed,
A boy with his satchel hastily running to his house,
Yet he discovers only tall furnitures with no echoes,
Stubborn reality playing mind games with his brain,
And a family greets each other with a tone of brief,
The old man, the boy, the young man and his wife,
All avoiding eyes of each other and avoiding life in itself.
Let the Demons Out
I stood in the darkness not because I ignore them,
Simply the opposite of that to be exactly,
I do not want to ignore them because of exactly me,
Beneath this mere body lies a soul,
So dark it is even darker than black,
I can still hear his voices echoing deeply in my mind,
I stood forever in the darkness because I cannot go yet,
My body lays weak but this soul runs rampant,
My mouth stays closed at all times but it opens up at times,
And everybody better run when they see me,
They better gallops because everytime he comes and take me,
I told you not to come here and you are too late now.
Screams of Agony
The pitiful face lies ahead of the mirror,
I see someon with a black eyes and pale face,
But deep within is something even more sinister than that,
And I heed my soul towards the people,
As they look in disgust the way I walk or the way I talk,
They did not spare me a second to breathe,
As childs loathe and the adults mocks,
They no longer needed to suffice the pain I had,
And these hypocrites still thinks I am an abomination,
Yet the pain never truly stop nor it began,
As continuous tenure of sufferings I had over and over,
Only thing I heard from my heart is my scream of agony.
As Angels and As Demonss
Long long time ago,
There once exist a time where the angels tread the earth,
Long before the demons with brains were born,
Where they hath once offered peace,
The demons wanted otherwise,
Along with their scabbards and their rifles,
Trodding down the earth with battlecry,
And they fought mercilessly,
Going onslaught with the whole world with fiery greed,
And not so long time ago,
The angels has died since then and left the earth,
Leaving not even a brief history of their times.
This Cold Road of Mine
Just got back from a restaurant,
Carrying flowers as they fall down,
One by one gets teared away by the rain,
My coat gets wet and my tie is unkempt,
I looked at the asphalt at the roadside,
Feeling cold but I carry on anyway,
As a sedan gets past me,
Revealing my loved kissing somebody else,
All happy with her champagne and steak,
Should I carry myself the burden of this road,
Going so far just to tell myself again and again as I told her,
It is going to be alright.
The Lingering Emotions of Void
Most likely the world is going to end,
Not sooner or maybe not even later,
But the times are inescapable,
Yet the waiting is inevitable,
Through many moons before I was filled with emotion,
Whether it be one or the others,
Now I felt nothing in consideration,
Not even a roll of my eyes for the event,
The circumstances or the phenomenas,
The world is going to end and I am here just waiting,
A slave of silence in eternity,
And I do not even know what is wrong with me.
The Raised Fists of Ours
Everybody is screaming to let the supreme one down,
Let him down and let him starve like we do,
Are the chants they echoed every day and every night,
A woman with a black eyes screaming too,
She lost his husband to a group of sharpshooters,
He has been known to dislike the military ego,
A man with his hairline receding screaming too,
He has been battling with debts to the government,
He has been terminally ill and waiting for an apparent death,
A young boy with a satchel and a megaphone,
Leading them all into a rout of series of chantings,
And they all disappeared the very next day.
Darkest Hours
There is a city full of nights after nights,
The people never waits for the rays of the sun,
The people waits for the days of the run,
Hours by hours seen only was the appearance of rains,
Time by time and nobody walked around,
Not even the slightest sight ever seen,
The wolves and the dogs and the bats,
All ravaging the city and plundering the city,
They are the citizen of the world as they know it so,
Darkest hours of our time is by all means inevitable,
Remembrance of the memoirs is written,
Read it well before the civilization ends.
Every Heart
The life can be frustating sometimes,
It can be outright irritating and it can be hard,
Sometimes we have to cry our heart out,
The steps can be really heavy sometimes,
And sometimes the sometimes become every time,
Every time we have to cry our heart out,
Burdens us so was this mind of petrified life,
Forever standing still impaled by the reality,
It gets shackled and it gets locked up,
Away from the crowds and from the mouths,
Away from the outcasts and from the screams,
Every heart needs to be alone and it needs not to be here.
Nothingness
I breathe hard and all I could hear is me breathing,
No gust of wind and no cackling of birds,
No sounds of rustle and no barking dogs,
I looked forward and I looked sideways and I looked back,
Nothing awaits me here,
Nothing even awaits me out there too,
Noted well that this life of mine is void,
I began preaching about it even,
Staying safe under the bridge of ignorance,
And I keep forgetting things that are important to me,
I keep forgetting things that belongs only to me,
Keep on with the days with nothing in mind.
White as a Wall
As noon turned into dawn,
I have watched the sun rise and fall million times over,
For all that I can do is only wait,
Bedrested and being put with a lot of pipes,
Some went through my veins and to my nose,
Short breathed and long sighted,
The pipes feels like heavy chains shackled to me,
The bed feels like a delayed coffin,
The walls are white pale and they reminded me of me,
Either it be waiting or it will be fighting,
The outcome remains the same and it always do,
Everything is all white now.
Run Away
Everybody is running away and they looked afraid,
Heart racing fast as the feet try to match up,
Pupils both dilating and the clock is ticking,
The sounds of everything deafens,
From the earth to the abovest of the skies,
They all scream for all of you to run away,
Darkest of the world comes approaching,
Closer and the hands starts reaching out,
Watch out and looks out,
No second chances and no other times,
Bid the gambling of life goodbye and farewell,
Run away.
Minds in Eerie Places
Is it true that every day has a meaning?
Or that under false prophets with their sayings,
They justify the ends with their ways,
Making elaborate schemes for centuries,
Rigging up nations and tear them apart,
Or is it rather just a conspiracy evoked?
Know that salvation do exists is one thing,
To know what is what and why is why,
Needs a lifetime to be truly understood,
Perhaps religions is none to be taken,
Or the end of the world is yet to be done,
But maybe they were lying.
And Useless It Was
Seen life as nobody has ever seen,
Might have been the mind of every human,
Fighting battles and cherishing memoirs,
And through everything was the time,
Others deemed useless by their time,
Throughout the time, all the time,
Of course, the life of ours was out of sight,
Out of memories of others and out of time someday,
Lesser known was the deed we did,
And useless it was,
As the bright light dims again and again,
Useless it was.
Deep in the Agony
Some people scream when they got hurt,
Some people stood in silence,
Some others cried their whole heart out,
This life comes with an everlasting pain,
Complete with sheer agony and twisted present,
All of the days were the days of sickening,
Some leave this world with contentment,
And others leave it with a sigh of relief,
To not make amends again with the life,
And the cries were never heard again,
Either was the screams and the yells,
But the cycle went on.
The Sin of Ours
Killing us slowly was the brain of ours,
Deep unto the thoughts of ours,
Seeping to the soul of ours,
And the body of the human kind is rotten,
Be it the mind nor the flesh,
Both will succumb to the sins of old times,
Do you think that each another murders,
For the sake of only the justified means,
While some others deemed it driven by mind?
Far worse is yet to come and yet to be,
Long before the civilized steps into the door,
Was the eyes of ours longing for sinning.
All White and Nothing
I breathes and I still sees,
I still have thoughts and I watches,
I think and still I am ridden,
The walls surrounding me scares me so,
Like the shackles they bound me so,
Everything and anything limits my breath so,
Speechless and I am forgotten,
Thrown far away and being left for,
Disavowed and erased from the memoirs,
Can one really say that this life of mine exists,
For no history ever recorded so,
That no telltales exist and no fables written.
Restless
The people who were grew paranoid,
Of life unfolding itself fastly,
Prepping demons alongside the way,
Soon after howlings was heard,
Screams heard even more closer everytime,
Bawlings and sobberies accompanies it,
And even though our minds gets us far,
Only in thoughts alone we could make it,
Dreams were made and telltales written,
This is the start of a tragedy,
The start of a melancholic fairytale too,
Depends on how you put a ring into it.
All I Could Ever Do
All I could ever remember was,
This life of mine was a struggle,
Ever the same since I was born,
A bunch of pills by the table,
Accompanied with a bunch of wines,
Cigarette butts and razorblade,
And I look myself in the mirror,
My black eyes and my white face,
My scars healing and my wounds open,
Feeling dizzy,
Feeling unwell,
And I fell down.
Civilization of the Civilized
Eyeing the prey from far away,
Being the only one thing in mind,
That one must survive on other's corpses,
Beneath the world being built was skulls,
Above the world being worshipped was gods,
Both ceases to be dead either way,
Trembles in fear at other's presence,
Others being shown as deities of omnipresence,
Dawn of ear of darkness sparks by their name,
Let it be written in the history of the winner,
That everything is by their means of way,
Let everybody shouts the name of our new god.
Souls of the Damned
Fiery pit burns alive the souls within,
The screams of eternity were heard,
As the inferno burns them again and again,
They have done terrible things in their life,
They have been a wicked man in a wicked ways,
They see no humanity back then,
And humanity is no longer seen now,
As one another kills one another,
Whilst burned and impaled and stabbed,
They know of no limitation of human beings,
They treat one another as savages and devils,
Just like how they looked the world back then.
Devil
What makes a devil?
Is it of despicable deed or sinful acts?
Was it of the hearsays and telltale fables?
Built by the ignorance of the humans,
Perhaps feared still as a deity,
With his thorns and claws and red eyes,
Or was the devil thy neighbour,
Could it be that the devil was yours truly,
Forgotten by the looks and the acts,
Since the civilization began,
Since people knew the concept of time,
Since when the devil became a man?
For a City To Burn
The vikings of modern times has arrived,
They has pillaged the suburbs,
And they had raped thy wifes and took thy sons,
They disguised themselves with suits,
Of black ties and matching hats,
All woven from the finest cloth,
The pen was their high and mighty sword,
Shielded with the privileges of the world,
Ordained by ordeals and maintaining orders,
Feeding themselves off the ignorance,
Corrupting the souls with fine wine and gold,
They burn the city to a hellfire.
Obedience of a Soul
Everyday of every year of every soul,
They go to work and offer their souls to devil,
Trading conscience for a piece of comfort,
Assimilate themselves with masks of impurity,
Of the will detained by law and order,
They left their dreams to the end of the gutter,
They ether nod or their beaks quacked,
Offering no sense of true essence of warmth,
Licked the boots off the suited ones,
And they come home and they get angry,
Became the puppet of no one's master,
Bleeding profusely with wound untreated.
Until the End of Time
We deal with what the world had given us,
And unto it, everything was limited,
And we began to heed the time as they passes by,
But everything was too late,
The diseases has taken your loved ones,
Your time has once again come to an end,
You are late to your own appraisals,
Insanity is closer as the time ticks again,
Everything crashes down before your very eyes,
They try to grab whatever they can,
But the hourglass of humanity is closing down,
Leaving only fragments of what has been there.
Scarred
There was once a boy who were never loved,
As the parents left him to fend off,
As the people sees him as something pitiful,
The boy never feel deserving of love,
Often times resentful of kind gestures,
Seeing world as he would have seen hell,
There is millions of other boys just like him,
On the other side of the world,
And on the other side of the fence,
They grew up with no meanings,
And they die with no meanings too,
They were scarred for life.
I See No Future
I opened a door of a house long forgotten,
Of no gold being kept by the occupants,
Being the one everywhere was of spider webs,
Of the pictures collecting dust,
None were taken and none were taken care of,
All broken and crumpled to dust,
The nation was of no more,
Flag bearer and the patriots will be of tales,
Deep rooted only in the hearts,
And outside is the world of no future,
Only the restless looking for purposes,
And I only dared to be alive a day at a time.
Town Made of Gold
As the peasants loomed for down under,
The cheerings and the wines soaking down,
Of the laughter of the ignorant rulers,
And someday we will get our revenge,
In this life or the next one,
This we will engrave unto our tombs,
The hardwork and of every single sweat,
The mockery and of every single spite,
This we will ink unto our history,
Through this bleak life we follow,
Seeing their ivory towers and silver spoons,
And their demons we never forget.
Of A Town Once Named
This is a story of a town once named,
Of a sins and of the demons they became to be,
Blackened by the clouds of evil eyes,
The people were greedy as they are,
Lustful to the core and care for no one,
Speaks of the words best unsaid and untold,
Buildings were as high as they reached heaven,
Full of the wrath of the buyers of every floor,
Empty of the empathy who built it,
On the streets was blood dried everywhere,
Screaming high and low were the people,
They did not deserve to be named either.
Ruins
I see a bill of money stranded along the road,
Of a man once built the country so great,
Now reduced to ruins of a civilization,
Of the buildings now completely forgotten,
The people now reduced to ashes,
Trembling souls of once where screaming were heard,
No mortal should ever be so powerful,
Not even the gods should spare them still,
Let alone diminishes them all completely,
Build them again and then tear them down again,
Of the hundred years time tells no end to it,
No mortal should ever thinks they are above of it.
Of the Chosen Ones
One day the volcano will erupts,
And not even the tallest monk will avoid it,
Not the mightiest ships escapes it's lava,
Brave is the one dared to cross it,
Maybe more of a foolish act,
Perhaps more of a suicidal one too,
But those kept well within the castles,
Up high in the temples high above,
They overlooked the misery of others,
Of eternal flames of hellfire will they suffer,
Of the escaped ones and the burnt ones,
And the one with privileged life avoiding them.
Lurking Shadows
Fear but the deeds of the heartless one,
For they feeds on the living one souls,
Harvesting souls and sacrificing the limbs,
From the realm of dead they will risen,
With their guts opened and their saliva leaking,
With no intention of turning back down,
The tombs will be created from the old ones,
Skulls and skeleton shall create new bones,
Of the limbs of the rotten corpse feasting now,
Look beneath the ground that we step unto,
They have arisen and they will rise again,
Showing the earth the new world order.
Robots
The future looks so eeriely vague,
Of the tall building covered in smokes,
And of the little animals slowly dying here,
The humans is still out here as ever,
But the body never accompanies the mind,
And the soul has left humanity ever since,
The bright lights all around the town,
They were everywhere and massive,
From small to big, to bright ones to dimmed too,
The slum were no feast of the eyes,
That is why the screens replaces the present,
As breath of yours slowly dies out.
O Ye of Little Faith
Hath thou never forgotten, brethren?
Of the jests of the satan dancing towards us,
Singing eerily of the menaces of the world,
Behold the witches, they shouted,
They burned thy wife to a stake,
Murmuring the choirs of the christians,
Seen again but never to be found,
Was the punishment by the gods,
Rather the tricks of the humans,
They chanted and they chanted again,
Of the proposition of the god they do,
Hallowed by the devil itself actually.
Damned
I looked into the mirror and see a loser,
Wimped around in his little room of despair,
All around him was a life full of hatred so,
Outside lies nobody and no one to misses me,
Inside me waiting a soul ravages to be let go,
I am just another damned human being,
They looked at me with disgust and contempt,
Of their likings, they mold my soul to unbecoming,
Their whispers was of the snakes hissing the venom,
They did not like you and they never will,
Be it sober or be it drunk that you see well,
Forever will be the death of your soul.
Dreadful Ones
Of the village full of despicable people,
Of the despicable ones that live in,
Lies a stranger coming into town,
Reeks of smell so foul was their mouth,
Thy was full of blasphemy and bad words,
The next doors were of no difference,
The stranger disccovers things,
Things that are out of the ordinary,
Of the ones should not be spoken about,
Delirious was the mouth mumbling,
Chanting the god of the wickedness,
The stranger knew what was coming.
The Second Coming
Be wary, be really wary of thy future!
A poet with mouth's dry wailing the cities,
Speaking to a wall and lamentations of thyself,
Lost was our souls, unless we beg for forgiveness!
Days by days following him with no purposes,
Hath the city did not give him what he wanted ever,
We are but a mortal souls, save us before too late!
As he shouts, every time more louder than the last,
Of torches with wrath fires awaits him at the plaza,
You came to me with your false spirit of false god!
He laments again, and thy was the last,
But was he right or the people were the rightful ones?
Fallen City of the Forgotten World
Have you ever wondered the rubble,
And the rocks and the debris of a city,
Do the ruins never build the world again?
Was the skeleton once screamed will arisen,
Will they tell the story the world never knew,
Or nshall they get lost and buried in the dust?
Of the paintings had lost in the sands deep down,
Let alone anything resembles any cities here,
Bruises and scars were remembered only then,
Now people flock in to here again,
They have no idea how they built it and why,
All they know that it is now gathering dust.
Bring the Storms Here
The days of this future never appeases me,
Crops of failed harvest everywhere far,
The farmers with their masks thick see me,
We were wrong to take the upper hand,
Of life we were never knew ended up this way,
Of everything else turned blank at the very moment,
I forgot the mask, I always does,
The last time I ever felt alive is when I take it off,
Look around and all I could ever see is unjust world,
Here it comes again, the storm comes again,
And I will not eat this harvest either this year,
Or the year after, or any other year after this.
Naive
A boy with his satchel unhinged and face crumpled,
Of himself he thinks everyday that life belonged to him,
Nobody else should have been comes out but he alone,
The time goes on and the people remembers him,
Now a man with the same face and the wicked mind,
With his backpack held firmly as he struck the hail,
The legends of him spread everywhere within the walls,
Of the bad things he had done or never did,
Blasphemous nonsense and foul mouth full of stench,
Here he comes again, here he comes again now,
He appeared out of thin air with his smell undetected,
But why they hated him so much they did not know?
The Rulers and the Ruled
The politician of bad times brings upon bad times,
By his iron hands, millions had been dead since,
Rotten corpse only becomes decoration for the walls,
He had feasted with the fine wine in a brothel,
Full of lust he cannot apprehend and maniacal,
Of the world he thinks he deserved to be immortal,
Fate changed within the unjust palms of his hands,
The golds he carried within his crown was heavy of sins,
Screaming souls of cities destroyed left unbothered,
He had lived for almost a hundred years after that,
And the people know they have to throw a banquet,
Then comes his wife with his crown of thorns attached.
Black Hearts of Unbecoming
Terriffied was the people hearing the name,
Of a murderer once lived across the street,
They say things about him, whether it is true or not,
"Perhaps he had killed an entire village", one says,
From one's mouth to another one creates more,
Falsehood of the ignorant peasants grows far and wide,
But none of the stories told were ever done,
Of the name they once heard across the street,
Was only a name decent enough to be just like them,
Perhaps the time was too late to say anything but,
And they dragged the boy to the citadel of the city,
Chanting warcries and shouting to their gods.
Filth
They break away the doors of the people,
Of their hearts was less broken and scattered,
Fiery flames was lit in town as in their eyes of wrath,
Their shouts was seen as a permission to pillage,
Of towns one another was left gathering ashes,
The becoming of widows and orphans timed now,
Vowels of ten thousand surpasses the ten thousand,
They carry the swords of dried blood and fresh blood,
Reaping the wheat of which they did not sow,
The dark ages emerges not from the clouds it brings,
Rather the wicked expressions of the humanity,
Pushing down on which will perish and which persists.
Paranoia
Of the disorder that I have these years following,
People have said that I lived somewhere else,
Somewhere nice and not attached here,
They said I began seeing things out of thin air,
Delusioning is the word they use everyday,
Of the reality itself or the other, I cannot fathom,
From seeing things and now hearing things too,
The sounds were talking to me, I said it again,
They criticize me and they mock me and they sue me,
Mediation and medication and meditation,
How many times these have taken place of me,
Of the former self realizing it was over now.