CONSCIENCE
Days when lie becomes a wear,
Deceit of an outfit with falsehood to bear,
When quest for attention ignites retard,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
Days when habit turns out a shopper,
Assault as an hobby organs to splatter,
When thirst for blood becomes intense,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
Days when intelligence become unclean,
A junkyard of treachery to spice up the bin,
When dishonesty in rage is backed up by theft,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
Days when humanity takes form of a snake,
Agility so intense with a large shade of fake,
When disguise of innocence is made up of envy,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
When lies turn love to a pool of lust,
A showcase of deception with promises as dust,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
Is the pain of another worth every cent of your goal?
Chaos in madness is never a cure,
For destruction in hardship is always for sure,
When bloodlust ignites mass burials and graves,
Does conscience ever hit hard to regain control?
Saints they embrace in the world that I claim,
Yet hurdles we encounter all remain the same,
With few on conscience as dosage of hope,
Chaotic addiction are for others as dope.
WORTH OF LIFE
Leave and let go results in pain,
No matter the strength, weakness will reign,
Tussles to prevail so dead and gone,
What's life worth with dreams set to burn?
Heart of men runs deep than seen,
Settlements of function as well as sin,
Goodness to life cost not a thing,
What's life worth for the cruelty of being?
Upon all is the rush to congest the top,
Competition as toxicity filled up in a cup,
For another to fall is most prayers of all,
What then is life worth with ambitions in a brawl?
Perched up is my bird on the tree of fate,
Where the world knows nothing but hate,
Men on the other to achieve supreme,
What then is life worth when the world is extreme?
What's life worth with dreams set to burn?
Of what worth is it for the cruelty of being?
Is the brawl of ambitions the best of its worth?
Or the wildness of existence is all that its got?
No answers of late to the wand that I wield,
My days on the branches are still with no yield,
Wave of uncertainty is life for its worth,
Abysmal and brutal with the lessons being taught.
Wearily I fade as I looked on away,
To locations unknown with my ashes astray,
Exceeding the limit is the pain I inhale,
For always on standby is life to impale.
COAST OF LOVE
On the coast of love I sat and wait,
Watched fishermen all cast their baits,
Some with thoughts to catch and rear,
Others to eat and again cast their gears.
There I sat and watched ships sail,
Mighty and tall with shiny sails,
Bright are those with alliance so tight,
In darkness sailed others far out of the light.
Wave of lies blast through the coast,
Frosty feeling like the cold touch of ghosts,
Calmness at sea is like chaos to some,
The roughness in sight to others is mum.
Right there I watched good turn to bad,
Speedboats at high risk all capsized so hard,
Laughter to some with others in tears,
Right there I sat with my lesson trip gears.
Turtles in groups steer the sea with their mates,
Shells filled with much love with no bait to await,
Till death is the way of animality to love,
Rare gift of nature with comfort from above.
In laughter and tears I saw all unknown,
Not all so known is really being shown,
Limit to wrongs and the paths to being right,
All evident at sea to the joy of my sight.
There I sat watch all unfold,
Lessons of love so genuinely untold,
Calm to heart like the dew from above,
All so unhidden on the wide coast of love.
©Roman Empire Production
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