Posts tagged “poetry


I cant breathe,
Where is my meaning?
Am I a disease?
Is life just a tease?

I see the people pass;
They’re zombies.
Brain dead gathered in mass;
Empty bodies;
Its the consumer class.

I’m supposed to be one of them?
That’s sleaze.
Am I condemned?
I cant appease;
I will not pretend.

No room to breathe,
I’ll suffocate;
And I’ll accept my fate.
Ill be that disease;
If it means my life will be free.

A title that includes the word ‘ceasar’ or something.

Watch me engulf myself in flame...
Who's to blame?
Not you, not me, not anyone.
But the fire will keep me warm;
Since the warmth in you has gone....
Its alright, the pain I can bare;
It hurts less than your empty stare.

Watch myself fail and decompose.
That's okay, with you I become comatose. 
Numb, blind and deaf...
That's all I had left.
From nothing, comes something;
And I'll be damned if I let you be my everything.

Watch me sprout and grow;
Planted in ashes in which you sow.
Watered and fed with spite,
Grown in the moonlight;
The shadow I cast will forever last;
Roots strengthened from my nightmarish past.

The world tree with roots down deep,
I'm in your dreams while you sleep.
You'll question your actions,
As you become a simple distraction.
Now healed beyond the char;
Ill become you Ceasar.

Im out of titles….

Its about to converge
The disproportionate universe
We don’t belong
Past dates are all mistakes
And the inevitable is prolonged
Where did we go so wrong
Shifted to a timeline all corrupt
Where the peoples tempers fully erupt
Hatred and sorrow
We laugh at the problems of tomorrow
Wash away your gangrene
Hide all our obscene
Band-aid fix the world’s plague
Blinded to the fact weve all been tagged
Life goes on they all proclaim
Until even they have all been slain
Ignorance is bliss the wise man said
Now even he has fallen dead
Was it the disease or was it the ego
Everyone thinks they are the storys hero
But theyre really scum in the eyes of life
Youre not a hero when you slash with a knife
Even if youre unaware of the direction you swing
Something still feels a sting

Early morning beauty

The beauty of the early morning is missed,

When you’re stuck in rush-hour pissed.

In the wilderness it’s different; almost mystic,

The scene reveals itself slowly, it’s artistic.

The privilege of enjoying it; you are blissed.

Unattainable sustainable

I long for a life where the wilderness strives

One where unity is the focus of our lives

Living with the trees, instead of cutting them down

No more pollution, in which we all drown.

A wild world with life so lush

No corporations, or a 9 to 5 rush.

I want to feed a moose from out of my hand,

And walk barefoot on pristine sand.

I want to breathe fresh air full of natural scent

Not have a landlord screaming for rent

Unfortunately that dream life is unattainable

Because our society is far from sustainable.


I’m lost…..

But I don’t want to be found.

I’m in distress….

But I’ve never been happier.

I see a world burning,

But I don’t feel the heat.

I smile and I laugh,

While the planet is in retreat.

There’s a voice that says “do something”

But every time I try, I go in reverse.

I’ve given up and focused on me,

I was fighting against an incurable disease,

That crippled my mind, in a time of need.

Now I don’t care if our species succeeds.

wake for earth.

Death and decay

life is in dismay

the world is on fire!


What have we done?

we blackened the sun,

and now our world is on the pyre.

Fossils of a human world.

If life is what we make it, why are we in decay?

Is it a sign of our doing; did we go astray?

We talk about the planets rescue, then we argue and fight.

While we’re at our differences, this goal is never in sight.

Our political rules damper the chance, to cure our problems so,

Society doesn’t really help either, when morals are consistently low.

Is there a fix, is there a way, to actually save ourselves?

Or are we destined to be extinct fossils, that are found on another being’s shelf?




How do we inspire?

Some people say I inspire, but Im just a man.
I see the erroneous world, but I have no plan.
I just speak about the wrongs, but dont know how to fight.
I guess the pen gives people a hope for right.

I wish I had the courage to battle on,
Face my enemies and bring in a new day’s dawn.
But in my mind, I see my death as the only conclusion
Because our worldy powers eliminate all intrusions.

So I say to myself; use the pen to avoid being dead.
Because you cant make change when the sword fells your head.
I just feel like this is an iferior way of crusade.
Against a tyrant world that makes mankind feel betrayed.

Almost everyone I know feels the same in their heart,
But how does one, convince the population to take part?

A world thats not mine. 

My best friend is despair.
A world of lust, no place for me.
Peace and love is rare.
A world of hate, I cant break free.

My lover is sorrow.
A world of blind, as my third eye awakens,
No hope for a better tomorrow.
A world of ignorance, everyone’s mistaken.

My enemy is wisdom.
A world of lies, I hunt truth.
Everyone’s focused on income.
A world of greed, and its taught to our youth.

My idol is revenge,
A world of arrogance, should be vanished.
This world needs avenged.
A world of destruction, let them be banished!

The end is nigh

The end you shall see.
A hopeless species be.
Forsaken have you become,
From the actions you have done.
Invisible forces do play,
As you live day by day.
Begone from this beautiful place,
The home you chose to disgrace.

Wrong road ahead. 

Ever get that feeling like your watching your chosen road turn away?
While the road your on, will undoubtfully leave you astray….
Can you picture the right, but you live in the wrong?
Do you feel like you want to get on it, but its too far-gone?

I want to change paths, but I feel a glue.
People tell me its alright, but they dont have a clue.
I want to escape this life, and avoid all of its pain,
Or make the human world vanish, and let nature remain.

I get mocked and ridiculed for speaking my heart,
Because its an acceptable thing – tearing this world apart.
I want to be wild, and free to roam.
I wish nature is what I called my home.

I want to run on the road so free,
I want to be the man I was destined to be….
Instead I work to pay my bills,
The burden of this life really kills.

Give Me A Wake

In this life I ask one thing,
When i cease to live, dont mourn.
Dont be sad that im not living.
Be super stoked that I was born. 

Dont hate on fate for my final breath,
Or wonder why I’m gone from earth.
Every life meets a death, 
As shall I, as destined from birth. 

Celebrate my life if you care,
Celebrate the moments we had,
Celebrate the words i shared,
Celebrate my life, dont be sad. 

When I die, make my past shine….
And party with me one last time!

No Choice For Your Future

Paths of life are fenced shut.
Gaurded and patrolled.
Its really hits your gut,
Seeing your life so controlled. 

You can only choose the path ahead,
Its the one path to take.
Enless your looking for dead.
Even breaking free is a giant mistake. 

Your dreams are deemed lies,
By the grasp of authority.
Your future dies,
When you line up with the majority. 

What we strive to be, can be no longer,
When their grasp on our future, is ever so stronger

Burn To Be Free

My cares have vanished,
Im not the same,
My soul has been banished,
Into a world of the insane. 

A stricken match to light,
The glow of my inner fire,
The match is the souls fight,
The escape a burning pyre. 

The fire was for illumination,
But instead I got burned.
History causes damnation, 
Of lessons I refused to learn. 

I try to shed light on events,
Escape from a darkened past,
Hastily put up a defence, 
And get burned twice as fast. 

Healing always causes a scar,
Flames of past sear skin…
Once your burned to the charr;
Your freedom will finally begin.

The Workings Of Our World

Oil so we can get far,
Fake food for hunger’s pain.
Luxury for a status rank,
Money for power’s gain. 

A system of lies,
A life of lustful greed,
This world is born of hatred,
Yet we allow it to breed. 

Assemble the masses for tv shows,
Hidden agendas of ignorance and hate. 
In the minds of our children it grows,
Evil that resides from mindless debates. 

Mankind and its corruption,
The way we live our lives,
Theres no one to stop it,
Cuz freedom isnt what money buys.

The Unfinished Story Of A Cast Down God.

Drink my beer, drink my ale,
Sit back and listen to my tale.
Its a story of a young god, turned to man,
From the magic of revenge’s hand. 

Cast down out of spite, or maybe it was hatred.
He didn’t do right. Now his divinity is faded. 
Forgotten and destined as a wanderer. 
Left on earth to become a ponderer. 

Reflecting on his previous life, he must find right.
To end mankind’s strife, this man must learn to fight. 
No power, no help, no hope.
Only the strength of his soul to cope. 

He can grow bitter, or he can grow strong.
Mankind’s babysitter, fixing all our wrong. 
A wandering soul in the dark of night,
A human being with a godly might. 

Time will tell us the end of this story,
Maybe its of failure, or maybe its of glory.

You Did This Yourself. 

The wind blows loud, but im not there.
It fills your soul, with that haunting scare. 
You feel all alone, miserable and sad. 
You did this yourself, ain’t that too bad. 
There’s no one to comfort you; no one to hold.
You lack the courage to stand strong and bold. 

You whimper and cry, questioning the night’s sky,
But your salvation is about to run dry. 
You break down and think of your past, 
And how it came to an end, unbearably fast.

No one to listen, no one to speak. 
Your emotions are gone, your mind is bleak. 
A desolate soul haunts your emptied mind,
And salvation is not something you can easily find. 
Alone in the world, alone in your head,
Events of the past make you wish you were dead. 

You lit a match and tossed it on the pyre,
But failed to notice it was you in the fire. 
You only felt bad, after feeling the pain,
Now that emptiness is making you insane. 

I wish I could help you, it makes me sad, 
But you did this yourself, aint that too bad. 

The Lust For Battle

The grass is green, my sword lacks blood.
It wont be long before a battle’s flood;
Of men and horse, the charge will start,
Where many people get torn apart. 
A distance sound: the battle horn,
The signal for combat is finally born.

Cries and screams as many fall.
Only a lucky few will get accepted in the hall.
Where champions go when they die,
Into the sky their souls will fly.

The clash of steel, the sound of war,
Our ancient norseman’s historical lore. 
Watching my enemies fall with such great ease,
Our furry brings their strongest to their knees.
Surrendering to us means certain slavery,
Its much better to die with some bravery. 

The Pain Of Burden

I beg the gods for sleep.
Maybe I’ll wait for my death.
As I constantly remember what I reap.
It slowly takes away my breath.

Burdens in the form of memory,
Haunting me so I cannot rest.
Things I wish I would not see,
Keep me strung out and really stressed.

The pain that comes with selfless acts,
The type of person for sacrifice;
For a better world I’ll face the axe.
For a better world I’ll pay the price.

My life to give, to better yours.
Until my death, I’ll watch the horrors.

Guidance For Equality

Give me guidance, take away this pain.
Conquer my enemies, let the evil be slain.
We can’t find happiness, no ones the same.
Our worlds in ruins, it’s a damn shame.

It was once so nice, now it’s dead.
So much killing, our rivers run red.
Speak against them; you’re shot in the head.
So many wars, the lands filled with lead.

We must unite, joined by our love.
Take away divisions, remove the iron glove.
Destroy the thrones, give tyrants a shove.
Hunt for our peace, release our dove.

Give me guidance, show me how.
We must unite, seek peace right now.
Regenerate the land, kill the cash cow.
Equality for all, greed we can’t allow.

Fix this land, educate the masses.
Stop the hatred, end divisions between classes.
Who cares who’s richer, who cares who’s fastest.
If we don’t it’s too late, then the world collapses.

A World Of The Obscene

Society feeds on black oil.
The world we knew is coming to boil.
The temperature steadily rises,
As man-kind focuses on the prizes.
Not of enlightenment, equality or protection of life,
The focus is wealth, materialism and a hot wife.

What good are fake rewards?
When it makes a planet of cheap whores.
People seek vengeance, just for the dollar,
In a game of who’s the biggest baller.
Strength for looks, beauty for pride.
When it comes to me, I’d rather have died.

Fake lives, fake morals, fake world.
Into the sun our planet should be hurled.
Fuck this world run by a monetary bill.
Allowing the kings of men to rape and kill.
No justice, no honour, no freedom.
Just because we’re born into their kingdom?

The kingdom of men is a wasted place,
In such a magical, lively space.
Taken for granted in this life of sin,
While rulers argue and bargain.
Paving way to a dead planet of green,
How we run this world is fucking obscene!

A Dark Day

A dark day; upon us it rose,
Future of which only the planet knows.
We create, we destroy, we try to hide,
All the things that let us die.
We cower in fear of the sight ahead,
Even though it’s clear, we’re already dead.

A blame game is something always played,
Yet those same souls are the ones who’ve paid.
It’s like we must refuse to look,
Even if it’s written in a holy book.
I guess it’s just a whole lot easier to pretend,
That mankind will never see an end.

A sad day, a dark day, certainly looms,
As our society continuously blooms.
The ones who see, have quit long ago,
For this future, they had already known.
No hope, no cure for a human disease,
Of which our species refuses to see.

Man Vs. Man-Made

Nothing to loose in this life of sin
Treated our world like a garbage bin
Waited till it came back around
Hitting so hard it put us in the ground
We had to invent our own death
Which came from industry’s breath
Massed produced made materialism
Which helped empower imperialism
You’re forced into the factory cage
Just to put your country on the world stage
Money in the rich mans pocket
And polluted electricity in every socket

Their consuming our life fast
Learning nothing from the past
There the brainless feigns
Destroying all living things
I wish I was born yesterday
So I couldn’t see life this way!

Electronics support government greed
Implanting thoughts in the new breed
They teach that killing’s O.K.
They think fighting is your only way
So they mass-produce some more
Increasing the amount of un-wanted gore
Dead bodies for a government cause
The same who created materialized flaws
And they always get away free
Because your too dumb to see
We’re controlled in this life today
And its because we need the pay

Their consuming our life fast
Learning nothing from the past
There the brainless feigns
Destroying all living things
I wish I was born yesterday
So I couldn’t see life this way!

The time will come when we realize
We’ll only know when the population dies
Nothing comes from being mass produced
It just makes our planet misused
Toxins in everything we eat
Maybe now you see we’re beat
Its time we all opened our eyes
Show people its wrong to industrialize
Even then its probably too late
All the leaders take years to debate
Everything will stay the same
And it will cause a lot of pain!

Their consuming our life fast
Learning nothing from the past
There the brainless feigns
Destroying all living things
I wish I was born yesterday
So I couldn’t see life this way!