So many times I've been oppressed,
By gossip, lust, and poor advice,
That I've been chronically depressed,
Lamenting this- my lot in life.
The children's laughter does not reach,
My ears, which have been so abused.
With hate, and spite, by vulgar speech,
Of every crime I've been accused.
The chains that bind me have no name,
My jailors have no mortal form.
I have only myself to blame,
I am deserving of their scorn.
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Friday, 29 February 2008
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Mediocrity
When life demands, you bend and twist,
The call, of your heart, you resist.
The path is clear, but you are still,
Frozen by love,
Of mediocrity.
The call, of your heart, you resist.
The path is clear, but you are still,
Frozen by love,
Of mediocrity.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
This Time I'll Change
Death comes quickly to his past,
When he decides to change his ways.
But it comes back again at last,
As his mind wanders when he plays.
"A harmless way to pass the time,"
He thinks as he logs in again.
"I can stop anytime I want,
After all, it's just a game."
But as the night, passes to day,
He is exactly where he was.
And as he fails to change his ways,
He's always blind to the cause.
When he decides to change his ways.
But it comes back again at last,
As his mind wanders when he plays.
"A harmless way to pass the time,"
He thinks as he logs in again.
"I can stop anytime I want,
After all, it's just a game."
But as the night, passes to day,
He is exactly where he was.
And as he fails to change his ways,
He's always blind to the cause.
Nostalgia
Upon your throne you sit and dream,
Of days gone by, and days that seem,
To last forever in your mind,
But which again, you cannot find.
You reminisce, of days gone past,
That you had always thought would last.
But all they do is hold you back,
Your mind is stuck, on what you lack.
So leave behind the things you've lost,
And take in hand what you love most.
Nostalgia has a hefty price,
And is indeed a vicious vice.
Of days gone by, and days that seem,
To last forever in your mind,
But which again, you cannot find.
You reminisce, of days gone past,
That you had always thought would last.
But all they do is hold you back,
Your mind is stuck, on what you lack.
So leave behind the things you've lost,
And take in hand what you love most.
Nostalgia has a hefty price,
And is indeed a vicious vice.
Friday, 26 January 2007
Trade
Go forward you,
And walk the world,
Unflinching sons of liberty.
It's you of whom stories are told,
Tales of selfish purity.
Lift up the sky,
With your tall homes,
And dig inside the earth for wealth.
Trade in the many things you own,
For things that you want for yourself.
And walk the world,
Unflinching sons of liberty.
It's you of whom stories are told,
Tales of selfish purity.
Lift up the sky,
With your tall homes,
And dig inside the earth for wealth.
Trade in the many things you own,
For things that you want for yourself.
Queen
She holds the reins of power,
In the long folds of her gown.
Her kingdom is the only lover,
That she has ever known.
In the long folds of her gown.
Her kingdom is the only lover,
That she has ever known.
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