Poetry -For the Violent

Because I, with an unloaded revolver, became a suicide bomber 
While you, innocent, decided to buy terror
Because I, by fated attacks, was injured, but love was not 
While, all the way from death, you came back, but humanity did not
 
Because, living in the bright, I beg for your darkness
While you, in twilight, pray me even more of self-destructiveness
Because I, with hurtful sins, allow the world to erode me by your lord
While you, with painful respite, defend with an unjust sword
 
Because I, just like loving many others, love you
While you, just as you hate yourself and the lovers, hate all my world too
Because I, a human, is no angel
And you, a beautiful one, is no devil
 
Therefore, anything, I will not conclude 
But to leave you to pave your way with your mighty tools 
Therefore my wound may, one day, heal your wound 
but my deaths might not, in any way, give you all the life you consumed
Therefore I am, again, finally thoroughly away, but, regardless it all, again here to stay
 
Yet unworthy my words may be, and my soul, unnecessary, you may not see
Sordidly, turn on the house light 
Pretending it is, humorously, for a mere artistic sight
Then, perhaps, we could say 
That no words, at all, have been uttered 
No time, at all, has been squandered 
And no lives, at all, have been shattered
 
Last writing of summer 16′
28/08/2016 04:28am
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Poetry -Just As Normal

Why not live with me
In the world where thinking is illegal and feeling is essential
No more will there be philosophical dilemmas or mind prisons
Just us all with our own brainless soulful flesh
 
Why not drown with me 
Drown deep into the cruel waters of reality with me
We could breathe out oxygen for each other and our dead souls could perhaps live
Live just as before just as normal
Just as before 
Just as normal
 
Why not write
Just as before just as normal with me
Before Jesus gave us salvation saving us from one hell to another
Before ice sheets melting and polar bear cubs dying
Before scientific intelligence brought stupidity to kill humanity
Before the world lost its grip against corrupt politics
Before our infants’ familiarity with misery
Before innocent children’s first bloodshed
Before you’re here 
Before you’re gone
 
But with me
I guess 
You would rather not
 
30/07/2016 05:56am

Poetry -Present

A screeching lamb on the late night tram
Not the mere 3:13am or 8:28 pm 
Rather the touch of an ill-favoured alluring scam
 
Mellow as the bleeding marionette with a guitar-strummed sonnet
Heavenly as weaving absolute vodka into the Werther-themed opera
Exquisite as binging 99% dark chocolate naked at mid-night tasting nothingness in bites
Brutal as the dark sunrise’s insomniac alarm and its excruciating charm
Numb until consciousness re-appears like murderous reindeers
 
Seal the foreign arid throat with some unused wooden craze
Bury the quickening footsteps with one eerie killing embrace
How the good old forever stayed among the delicate haze 
Without the goddamn guilt-filled government-funded charity race
 
12/08/2016 05:30am