Month: November 2018

Do, do; do you know where you are heading to?

Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?

 

Mmhm, a monster of a man; mmhm, a monster of a woman.

Though there is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful—where the feet lands do not seem so bad.

 

We’ll never be free; we’ll never be free; we’ll never be free.

Birdsong from the morning to the night, songs of a monster to home; that is so beautiful.

 

Do, do; do you know where your feet are leading you towards?

Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?

 

Oh, oh, oh, afraid we’re past that point; fight me; fight my cage; fight your own home.

The heart screams: Take the key and lock me away forever babe.

 

Mmhm, I’ll believe, I’ll be free through a belief which killed me.

Mmhm, believe, free through a belief that added colour to the canvas.

 

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.

 

Do, do; do you know where the patch leads?

Do, do; do you know where the footprints take you?

 

Wouldn’t ever worry, wouldn’t ever be ashamed; the patch is this way.

To either hell or heaven—I’ll march towards it today.

 

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.

I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.

There is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful than the perfect face you brought.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The enemy of my enemy is neither an ally or foe.

 

The enemy of my enemy is a potential threat.

The enemy of my enemy is either worse or better than I.

 

The enemy of my enemy is in the same everlasting cage of violence as us.

The enemy of my enemy is harmless, though interesting.

 

The enemy of my enemy is a solution to further inconvenience.

The enemy of my enemy is lacklustre in problem-solving since the enemy remains.

 

The enemy of my enemy is another road to widen flames; for them to sprout.

The enemy of my enemy is salvation, but for whom? The enemy; or myself.

 

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The enemy of my enemy is but another soul; another human being; another tear from clouds.

 

The “enemy”, the problem is not whom I think it is, it is not darkness versus light; it is not he/she against me; them against us; we against them.

It was never world versus world, ideas against ideas, it is you and me; she and him; world and world together facing a difficulty.

It is not an enemy, maybe not ally or foe; nor enemy though. A soul burning, itching to survive; it is human and another human against the problem.

It is society as a group facing a task to solve; it is a gathered world in all its glory and deceit against a unified and split problem.

Not you against me, it is us against the problem we face. Can you see it? Not us fighting us, we prepare a war on the issue at hand, not towards each other.

 

The human with pain as I of my human who shed tears as I am maybe not ally or foe neither enemy, just human.

 

Us—against difficulties.

 

Fond memories of keys, those who lock the darkest, cruellest pieces of history in a box;

alternatively, those who unlock a hearthstone of joy.

Which sort of keys do you hold? Keys to a kingdom; keys to a home; keys to salvation; keys do a dungeon?

To lock or unlock; seal away or discover—they are our greatest lie and our absolute truth.

Hide a secret from the light, or share it with the entire world when the time comes.

Which sort of keys remains in your pocket? Keys to heaven; keys to hell; keys long forgotten; keys searched for night and day.

Despite all these different keys, one key will forever carry the most of what could be a soul;

a single little key, with no great importance for war or eternal life—a key to a heart one adores.

Imagine that every key is in your possession, no door would be locked; no secrets could be kept.

Would all those keys in your hands be able to replace a key to a chest in a soul?

A single key survives all the wishes gods; genies; magic could ever bring unto my doorstep.

To rather have nothing at all than to have it all, because if nothing is her heart…

Then you have completely lost vision of what eternal life is—it is not to live forever, it is to be loved.

Loved by a heart; a flower; a chest of a soul and wish for nothing more.

Which key would you rather hold?

Let fire rain; in hopes that we all will be saved, as oceans dry away…

Let the woodland fall; in hopes, they’ll grow, as they did years before…

 

It is little by little, each and every choice we ever make; that forces tomorrow away.

It is by paper by paper; by brick and stones and coal; tomorrow fades, not maybe for you!

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.

 

A strength of ages; or divine praises, you only seek the truth you are willing to admit…

Fury and victory; or patience and defeat, you are failing to see an option to learn…

 

It is by choice; a whole willing heart is made ready, to abandon the beauty it holds.

It is by choice, we leave the future in the dark, cause’ we are too afraid of what it would say.

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.

 

Are you; are you; are you ally or foe?

To the belief, I stand upon…

 

Are you; are you; are you ally or foe?

To your hope…

 

Change is scary and incredibly unnecessary when the future is so far away;

change is weary and boldly to say redundant when we can send our thoughts and prayers.

 

Tomorrow may never come, tomorrow is hope, to let you down;

if a change is what you seek, then the enemy is tomorrow and today is your only saviour to find.

 

Tomorrow, you are a hope most undoubtedly unkind.

 

Lesser, lesser as in lesser of two evils; or lesser as in petite, feeble being?

Define the lesser of admiring compassion rather than a fist—understanding rather than difference.

War or as one could call it conflict, is constant; but to find conflict an act of brutish emotions is true;

so, then is one feeble or lesser because one dislikes the way conflict is presented or handled?

 

Is a soul weak, to the core; cause’ the emotions of generations, traditions who are both ally and foe;

uses its devilish tongue to speak about war as comfort— a price, is on the body, not the heart.

Welcome thyself to be lesser, to be a foe to history that never learns until it is forced to.

Centuries of society leads to still unbearable conflict in the name of whatever choosing fits.

 

Gladly, one can say at the end of their days; that love won, rather than suspicion and wrath.

Rather than burning the witch on the stake, say: I choose the lesser of the evils I choose human faith.