Iscomart
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life
Stride, stride as far as you can
no one will come to your rescue.
Stride, stride as much as you desire,
for your dream is the one thing no one can take from you.
Stride along the riverbank,
until you are strong enough to face the tides.
Stride, stride beyond the horizon,
and never look back for in the ocean,
every step looks the same.
By iscomart
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Stride
Stride, stride as far as you can no one will come to your rescue. Stride, stride as much as you desire, for your dream is the one thing no one can take from you. Stride along the riverbank, until you are strong enough to face the tides. Stride, stride beyond the horizon, and never look back for in the ocean, every step looks the same. By iscomart  |
Between Birds and CrowdsIt’s time for a walk. I love the singing of birds, the canaries, my special chorus. I love a blue sky brushed with orange from the rising sun. I love how it feels to bask in morning light. I love my run, freedom piercing through the atmosphere. An hour passes, I am done for the day. I start early to avoid the crowd, faces eager for their daily bread. Exhaustion meets me at my door, I wish I could telepath into the shower. But after a warm bath and a satisfying breakfast, I step into the ritual we call survival. The irony follows me: while I love the calm of nature, I hate the crowd of people like me. People can be annoying. I arrive at my prison for the day, called work. Pleasantries float like smoke, fake smiles fume in the air. I hate my boss, yet I laugh at his jokes. He hates those who don’t. I dislike many here, but Philips I d... |
It all starts with a thoughtIt all starts with a thought so I killed, I have issues with my ego, placing myself above amongst all, Ruling was my calling and power was mine to bear, My wife was laid to rest, guess why? Because she wished me death, And my son I slit his throat all because he desired to be like me. Out of the heart the mouth speaks for it all starts with a thought so i killed I have killed the ones I loved and the ones I don't, only interest keeps us together but it won't be long when our desires seems to clash. It all starts with a thought so I killed, but when it comes to politics one must be diplomatic until there is no reason to! By iscomart |
The Devil watches in vainYou can watch all the time but you won't catch me sleeping, though my eyes could be shut but I could feel you creeping, For there is a noisy feel to your silence and it won't go unnoticed. You can always watch from the dark and put on a facade yet as long as my light shines on, you can't dare to near. By iscomart |
Succumb
My life has always been a puzzle too hard to figure out and my ways entangled in confusion. My legs have lost the zeal to stand as I watch myself come to a conclusion I am drowning in the pool of oblivion, I wish I get saved for darkness chokes me out of sight, and while I drift away in this void unnoticed I willing resist to shout Now the devil finally gets to smile as I slowly shrivel out of form yet not his doing but mine Do not blame me for my mind isn't as strong and my will doesn't last long. By iscomart |
MUTE-HATEMy heart is breaking faster than I can fix it My prayers are taken so long to appease me I wait so long and yet no word! Others see changes not too long, But mine takes ages and its just too long! Have lost so much please not my mind to, For my thoughts are damsels yet they fly to. What else am I left with, a gift that seems new to me every single day? Lord knows I tried |
Lucid thoughtAm not alone, am among others. Even in the silence of time There is a presence. It is never quiet in here even in the silence, It beats it's drums so loud my mind goes numb. Am not alone, my mind speaks to me, It might be me but it sounds foreign. Am not afraid but curious of what message it wishes to pass |
SecretsI have been thinking about the life I had lived; the steps I took to get to thee; The things I did to survive till date, this are things I could never say out loud for shame burdens me for you to know. I was never perfect, I have demons inside laying in silence just waiting to strike, but Staying close to you sets me free for a moment, if only you knew what hides behind my smiles, oh if only you knew the burden I had carried all this while. How perfect your life seems or is it? What if we are both thesame, What if you have secrets to, What if I cured your pain for a moment just as you did to mine, This are thoughts I ponder on, We are not just loving, but we are surviving together, We are not perfect, but together we are almost, for Our bond keeps the demons out. We have been thinking about the life we had lived, but when we are together the past keeps to its name. By iscomart |
Is life fairIs life fair I have worked very hard and yet nothing to show for it, People say am missing something, But I guess hard work at least should be rewarded. Why does the world seem unfair to many, some were born to meet plenty and some hardly have enough to feed. Life gives not to those who lack, nor to those who are worthy but to those who are lucky. Is there a reason for this pattern or was life just programmed to serve us this way? I have worked very hard and yet life chose to ignore me, I have let hope loose and yet it still hangs around me. What else can I do than to keep striving, for many mouth rely on me. It is better to have just a little than to have nothing at all, for many would wish to be in my position. By Iscomart |
Worries"Worries" There is hardly worries when life begins, But as time goes by issues begin to dwell within ones neighborhood, it's only a matter of time before they begin to knock on the door, then one begins to worry. There is hardly worries when life begins but were life exist, worries always unfolds, For mans activities will always encounter problems Man worries only for his needs and his own only, for man is naturally selfish. And even when he has passion for the affairs of others, he is still selfish for he only cares to please his urge to help. There is hardly worries when life begins, but where life exist, worries would always unfolds. By Iscomart |
