Writings of a Phobophobe.
Everyone’s got their vice.
A gentlemanly swindler.
A high-rolling miser.
A family-driven chauvinist.
A romantic cheater.
A glamorous gold digger.
A kind sex addict.
A life-loving drug abuser.
A religious cultee.
What you would see;
Always half of what it is.
They ask to fight or to flee;
Perhaps just let it be.
Restrained,
By the thick ropes and chains.
Society,
Is the one that changed me.
Artist,
Was all I wanted to be.
Happy,
Was all I ever seeked.
Money,
They will give when you obey.
Glory,
You get with compassion frayed.
Winners,
Are ones who betrayed trust.
Losers,
Are those who gave too much.
Since when did it become this way?
Since when did we make it this way?
Kinship is soon nothing.
Friendship is soon vanity.
Nature is soon dying.
What about us?
Soon we’ll be alone and crying.
Cash we seek;
Glory we chase,
But man, I’d tell you that’s just surface.
Even with all the success
But our hearts misplaced,
It’ll be real doom
No matter what we taste.
But that’s really just a peek
At the consequence we’ll face.
“We want happiness,”
And that’s all we say.
Look at us now —
Alive but dead.
What do we have now?
“Blindness to kindness,” I’d say.
Can’t you see
You should let me be?
Before I flee,
Just set me free.
Held captive by twines of the city,
All we needed was our minds at liberty.
Brilliance is not a spark of wonder.
It is a consistent and persistent current that
One day gets strong enough to cause a sunder.
Move in swishes,
Live on wishes.
We are all different –
Yet somewhat alike.
We all love,
We all fear.
Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?
Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?
Before the grave,
After all you gave.
We are all the same,
Yet somewhat different.
Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?
Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?
Blessings are the days living,
That’s all I’m really saying.
Be kind,
Be brave.
And soon you’ll find out,
They give our life it’s true meaning.
Flashing lights,
Trashy vibes.
Watch it you nay-sayers,
Imma’ a nay-slayer.
Guided by light,
I’ll take flight –
To where alleys are tight,
And to where it shines bright
Where exactly?
I’d fly down-under.
Why, don’t mind me?
I’m a neon light hunter.
She only speaks
Of what she fears.
He only seeks
What he wants to hear.
Darkness forgets
Whatever held dear.
Perhaps when the sun rises
It’s when it all turns clear.
A life of one —
Similar to the life of a gun,
Silence by a bun,
Silent and blunt.
Potential to be done,
Doing actually none.
A life of a duo,
Precious as gold,
You can’t wait to be told,
Gotta’ dare to be bold.
Someone to go to when you’re low,
Watch things unfold — you’ll be sold.
