Sinners and saints

Desires ignored,
deeds no match
throw away wine
Holy water to fetch
Repent, promises
is there a catch
Just no logical
Observable or fathomable
guarantee, that
Heaven will be there
Angels will care
Dames will share
Love, kindness
Such is this
sexist promise
Some sinners
Trying destiny
Admiring mutiny
Go for the kill
The whole hog
Still, yes, still,
Desires unfulfilled
Misunderstood guilt
Palaces built
Demolished, rebuilt
No satisfaction
In each situation
Just live and die,
Only God knows why…

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Sleep walk

I walked to a great
graveyard of souls
In the middle of the evening
thousands lost ones roaming
to unknown destinations,
each one think they are alive
daily grunt they survive
to earn more, till limbs sore
looking around, all I found
Just my reflection, such deception

Demanding nature

Why we need
an enemy for existence
and pain has to be felt
why life needs to be fulfilled
desires to be dreamt
why oceans had to be deep
Mountains towering, steep
Promises to keep
and faith needs a leap
Why walking is so important
before a mad mad run
a long night shadow
before seeing almighty sun
Why stars are very far,
lies required to soothe
Heaven difficult to see
lust for abandoned fruit
why limit ends at sky
it pays to be coy
and men unnecessarily cry
Why gods are never seen
good hearts always clean
guilty pleasures so serene,
Why stories are scattered
humanity in tatters
and these words do not matter

Citrusy jest

One Lemon to another ‘Yellow sir’
And the other responded ‘yellow to you as well’
First one ‘how are you peeling, what would you like to have’
‘Juice?, lemonade?’ 🙂

Unfaithful

Reflections of a lantern
into glowing eyes
questioning origins
of known blatant lies
cause, necessity, a desire, a need
was it dark envy or truly blind greed
cave lit up, muted sounds rise
piercing long whispers, silence demise
logic was castigated, passion ran loose
soul was captured, hanging in a noose
power of persuasion, led to abuse
not long to refuse, final undisputed truth

The king is dead

Separation, identity
Nationhood vanity
Crisis out of nothing
Rich kids plaything
Moronic disputes
Rumours no news
Politicians greed
Corrupt to feed
More more power
Bequeath dower
there is no end
Good lie, can you lend
Who want to use it
Emotionally abuse it
Senseless tact
An absolutely
Positively
Wasteful act
Negativity assailed
Sense prevailed
Earth needs unity
Not this insanity

Pièce de résistance

thought passes through
light years of contemplation
ingrained in the fabric of the universe
after billion books were written, read and memorised
all in the name of love of I
it is never you,
if it is, it is never true
day will come and death will knock
the redemption door will stay shut
until I is left in a thick, dreadful rut
and a journey commences
to discover the soul denied
how body concealed and heart lied
life beyond self, sitting on the shelf
the first, middle and the last book
of devotion, selfless emotion, agape
distant evolution, of kind
not considered worthy of mention, before
what could have been the intention
of such worthless, clueless thought,
opinions of sages sought,
to defeat hope, desire of something before I
I commences scouting, shouting abuse
at green shoots, inkling of new,
uncharted galaxy, time bends, skew
perception, accept reception of end
lend a hand, be that of destiny
annihilate I, old adversary, good bye