What If You Take Charge

I once believed in ‘Ignorance is Bliss’ but now it just feels like the Judas kiss. Betraying a part of me that I play in this shitty existence, thinking that it would give me some sort of independence.

I feel entrapped in this millennial era, where every decision made is through trial and error. I feel trapped in an uncertain prison of the mind like Schrödinger’s cat trying to claw myself out only to end up drowning in all the insecurities, uncertainties and fears, pretty little fears. Wondering how can I survive with this mentality, maybe am thinking too much out loud. I should bang my head against the wall and just let it all get out.

What if I stay in the box, put on a poker face and gamble away my freedom of expression, give in to my tension… but jokes on them. It was a bluff all along, I’ve had enough and now it’s time to take charge, take back the badge of honor from the hypocrites, get rid of the ever persona grata, stop playing favourites and address the real matter – Fear; fear to tear the fabric of our ill cultures, fear of taking on new adventures, fear of all your fears coming true, fear that your plans will never go through, I could go on and on but it all boils down to; fear of the unknown. Like the seer from Vikings said, “I am afraid I know that what I do not know is the only thing that I really know…” Well, nobody knows what the future holds, we should just keep up as life unfolds

CTRL FRK

It’s that one simple little thing
Starts with “Let’s give it a fling”
Then comes the subtle cling

Hoping he wouldn’t notice
Merely prolonging their demise
Stumbling into an abyss

Of pain, despair and spite
From trying to play favorite
Proving who ain’t right

Do this, do that
Stop it, don’t you start
You don’t fit the part

A bad leak, a breach
Deranged prick, a leech
Lying freak, a bitch

Always about that one lie
Now its an eye for an eye
Ain’t it better to blame it on the high

Forgiving each others mistake
Is a chance y’all must take
And get rid of all the fake

Let go a bit and be meek
The future is not that bleak
Even for a control freak

Earth to man…

Men, we sometimes hunt just for pleasure
Like how lions sometimes hunt for sports
Its merely not intended to hurt,its just but leisure
Only that we are misunderstood to have ill purports
Ooh hear yee good folks
We need to have talks
Of all but men
To satisfy your yen
And clear the air
Beard the lion in his lair

We need to break the stereotype
Rooted deep in our minds
Tone down the hype
And rest your behinds
Not all men are dogs
There are gentlemen out here
Ladies just have to kiss the right frogs
Till you find one who would hold you dear
After all, we are only human
With our insatiable needs
By each setting of the sun
We fall back to our dark deeds
Hoping for some certain release
We should treat each other better
Be one another’s peace
Stop being much of a hater
Try to trust the process
There’s always a greater force at work
Making everything fall into place
Even though sometimes it may feel berserk

Sweet & Sour Times

Munchies Mondays
Terrific Tuesdays
Wilding Wednesdays
Throwback Thursdays
Freaky Fridays
Sassy Saturdays
Sunny Sundays

A smoke of cigar
A shot of whiskey
A spoon of caviar
A deep in the sea
A sip of more liquor
Best things in life are free
Worst notion we have to incur

There’s more to it than meets the eye
But that’s not for you and I
To expose the sweet lie
Nor their souls to satisfy
Just live and let die
If you lose, don’t cry
Get up and try, and try

Take it easy don’t be so blue
Take a chill pill maybe even two
Relax, let the wave ride you
Risk a little, draw that tattoo
So you are broken, boo hoo
Who cares, know your value
Fight for your respect much due

And make your dreams come true

Living is Overrated

I prefer sleeping
Blissful peace
Zero problems peeping
Nature’s own grand piece
Not dead nor awake but still alive
No life or death choices
Just a deep dive
To numb the voices
Forget all your strife
If only it were possible
To enjoy every moment of your life
Without dropping the ball
Before the world rusts
For as long it lasts

Long Live…ME!!!

I wanna die a star
Shine my brightest right before my death
Pass on to a worthy avatar
One which won’t be a waste of my breath

I wanna die a hero
My name spelled out in the clouds
Be more than just another zero
Stand out and above the crowds

I wanna die a pioneer
Of a perfect world, utopia
If there is such, or something near
Some kind of eutopia

I wanna die a legend
Serve as a grand piece
Until time’s end
As i rest in peace

I wanna die a mogul
Leave a lasting impression
Not of a ghost nor ghoul
While I await my incarnation

Honorable Mentions

I know its been a while, actually a year, so much has happened. Today I’ll just leave here some various word art that I hope will amuse you as it did me. Bear with me below…

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to crawl
It’s like a bird upon the wall
And the bird away does flies
It’s like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It’s like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It’s like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It’s like a knife inside your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You’re dead and dead and dead indeed

~ Hope Mikaelson

The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.

~ William Hazlitt

Not everything that counts can be counted and not everything that’s counted truly counts.

~ Albert Einstein

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

~ The Gunslinger, The Dark Tower

Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless

~ Eminem, Walk on Water

“Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator”

~ Cisco Ramon’s t-shirt, The Flash Sn4

It got out of hand

Like a brave rat

I steal cheese from traps

Am always gasped at

All and sundry snaps

It got out of hand

Am rouge, uncontrollable

Sweet and sour,not bitter

Am a butterfly, unpredictable

Flickering light, bad stater

It got out of hand

My middle name, Trouble

Unbounded with no sanity

To do anything am able

But due to my morbid curiosity

It got out of hand

Black suits, black ties

Lost faith, lost hope

Swollen red eyes

Resurrect I pop

It got out of hand

Unstoppable my desires

Unbeatable my ways

My prevalence never tires

My patience pays

It got into hand

What is Love?

What is love without intimacy

Is it just lust or due to mercy

Have sex instead of romance

What is love if its just an ounce

 

Though so little yet so strong

Love without sex ain’t for teenage

Sex and lust they prolong

Blame it on their age

 

Marriage is so old school

Culture so cheap and expensive

Some think its cool

The saga believed to be conservative

We should be assertive

Get the truth not its eve.