The Eye Seeks What It Sees

What will they be granted?
The controlled
The wise
A child is stripped off.
A witness no more.
The light is hidden in the dark.
What will they be granted?
Humans, oh how poor thy mind.
You call yourself free; thou claim thy freedom.
Are ye free indeed?
Surrounded by opinions and morals.
What will they be granted?
The population controllers.
The disease creators.
Them who come from the sea.
The lost ones.
What will they be granted?
The cannibals.
The pedophiles.
Them who go against nature.
Their desire is not their own.
They measure their worth.
What will they be granted?
The rapists.
The abusers.
Their lust is unmatched.
They feel for power.
They are drowned in their needs.

What will you be granted?
You the reader.
Search thy heart for it desires.
Search thy mind and control it.
Learn to control even that which you can’t see.

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Master

My master, my kind master.
Thou satisfy me, thou shield me.
Master furnished me with gifts.
The watchman came to me.
He mended absent wounds.
He was as cunning as a serpent.
He disseminated a root.
Master is free, my master is freedom itself.
My master a strong tree, for the wind could not direct him.
Assumed I was fighting for my freedom.
Master observed me, he saw rallies.
He detected the plans in the gloom.
“Master!”
I cried out, as the branch fractured.
“Thy watchman deceived thy servant!”
Master observed me.
Rotten to its core, the branch lastly contacts the earth.
The winds lead me in their direction.
The sun dries me up after the rain.
I’m surrounded by flowers.
Master commands me and I listen.
I plant roots in the soil and dig deep into the roses.
For only then can master become a tree.
Only then can I be a master’s servant again.

The Summer Sun

I’m writing about the summer sun.
The winter snow. I’m writing about the dying leaves and the falling stars.
The lost winds.
The moon has risen and yet the sun stands.
Her roots are taken, her body is left unattended.
In the hot summer, she cries for roots.
In the winter she freezes to sleep.
Her leaves have fallen, her branches no more.
The winds have no direction.
The stars could never return.
The sun burns the little she has.
It has no mercy on her, yet she does not wither.
Her body is all she had, but the winter proved her wrong.
She lays in between many, her roots taken.
her leaves are falling with the lost wind.

Kingdoms And Crowns

Kingdoms and crowns.
Birds fly for they are able.
Infused in horror and rapacity.
They roar like lions but never stable.
The sea is their enemy, for it cleanses.
Isolation they value, gold their vanity.
Sealed orbs, immoral hearts, vassals to their liege.
Always surrounded yet solitary.
No trust, no hope in the human flesh.
Plain yet charming, menacing words are drowned in their midsts.
They are in groups, loyal to the paper Alone.
Heard of him, Believe in him, yet, their master is unknown.
The plain sights are blinded by their desires.
For, the eye seeks what it perceives.
Aware of it all for how else can one twist the truth?
Kingdoms and crowns.
The birds fly for they are able.
Soaked in fear and greed.
They roar like lions but never stable.
Water their enemy, for it cleanses.
Walk alone, stand with many, like everyone else to the grave they must walk alone.
The sentences that fit in between.
That which appears in the dark lays hidden behind the lights.

Hidden In Light

Kingdoms and crowns.
Birds fly for they are able.
Infused in horror and rapacity.
They roar like lions but never stable.
The sea is their enemy, for it cleanses.
Isolation they value, gold their vanity.
Sealed orbs, immoral hearts, vassals to their liege.
Always surrounded yet solitary.
No trust, no hope in the human flesh.
Plain yet charming, menacing words are drowned in their midsts.
They are in groups, loyal to the paper Alone.
Heard of him, Believe in him, yet, their master is unknown.
The plain sights are blinded by their desires.
For, the eye seeks what it perceives.
Aware of it all for how else can one twist the truth?
Kingdoms and crowns.
The birds fly for they are able.
Soaked in fear and greed.
They roar like lions but never stable.
Water their enemy, for it cleanses.
Walk alone, stand with many, like everyone else to the grave they must walk alone.
The sentences that fit in between.
That which appears in the dark lays hidden behind the lights.

The Unseen

We are five children wholly.
They play sports and she sings.
Things I could solely hallucinate.
My parents were unaware of my deafness they tried to make me understand.
Not too long I was enduring on my own.
Felt like I did not belong.
Voiceless. Even my legs could not sustain me.
They are always laughing continuously beaming.
My vacillations get the best of me.
I found myself in the background.
I frequently sulked, then immersed in my saliva, I was bound to my chair.
Sometimes they tried. I won’t lie there were days they tried.
Realized later they lied.
They were never on my side.
They refused Culpability, still, they were immaculate.
I am defective and unhearing.
I couldn’t be like them, I tried.
I was lost in the symbolism.
Taken to events of charity.
No questions, no signs, no clarity.
I became a key.
It was a cycle of the next high except in my situation a check.
I couldn’t do things on my own.
They bathe me, clothe me, even feed me.
It was only normal I became a burden.
After the checks I was a punishment.
Sometimes a mistake but most times an affliction.
But I could not rebuke them.
I hardly love myself, how else can another love me?
I have so much on my mind so much to say.
My lips shiver when I try to articulate.
My words are substituted for Saliva.
My hands are vulnerable, my legs are wasted.
They sit me outside during the day.
I watch people and cars drive away.
I tried holding my breath once but they noticed.
The faces of fear and disappointment stared right into my soul.
I wish I could speak before I end it.
I wanted to say thank you to them because they tried.

We Are Not The Same

Many of us have remained bound under.
They are entitled to numerous companions.
We are doomed for having companions.
They are permitted to obtain knowledge.
We must relinquish to the edicts and ordinances of the estate.
They are disengaged, that license that we crave most they own it.
We are born participants, while they command.
It is forever what we are before who we are.
Head?
one that is inefficient without flesh.
the head lacks without its flesh.
Oblivious of its origin this head egotistically yields its flesh, ruined it, and most of all dissent to esteem it.
We are adrift for we crave symmetry.
In mathematics one plus one is two.
when it comes to the head one plus one is one.
Concluded it was time to change the utility.
The just are many, the wicked are more.
We await that day the tale will finally win over the head.

I Long For

I long for.

I desire it.
with all of me, I covet it.
I want to write about how it feels.
Others go through the grief that I wish upon myself.
Those who hold wisdom call me a fool.
Heedless of the desire in my heart.
I’m drowned in temptation.
I’m willing to hurt for it.
The strain others execrate so much I just want to taste.
My ignorance makes me insecure.
I spent minutes trying,
sometimes hours
it got to the point I spent days searching for it.
Years later I’m still clueless.
I want to think it’s not meant for me but everything in me tells me otherwise.
That which I long for why has it forsaken me?

The Servant At Thy Soles.

I am nothing but the servant at your soles.
I dwell on the ground for even that place is too prominent for me.
I eat the scraps at your soles. But even that is too worthy.
The nights are crisp and raw.
The concrete digs into the osseins and impair the spine of thy servant.
Yet even this I’m not worthy of.
I tremble in the cold rain and smile in the dark for I know.
Thy servant’s clothes are torn apart, the sandals are long gone.
My heels are consumed, the figs and the stones have become thy servant’s enemy.
My trace is not honest for I can not support my load.
Thy servant I am gratified to be.
I await thee when the sun is out.
I await thee when the moon stretches out.
For even as this I am willing.
When the rain starts falling, and the night becomes dark.
When the sheep are in the fields, and the gates are closed.
You oh shepherd return.
I know this for I await thee.

BECAUSE

Is it the B?
Because you were there.
because I couldn’t stop dreaming.
because I wanted you to care?
Then you came with the E.
The electricity I felt when I touched you.
My heart was enflamed.
The emptiness inside led to the elimination outside.
Or was it the C?
Was it how you capitalized on my intentions?
Was my love too candid?
I tried to captivate you all you did was carp.
Then came the A.
it came with the abandonment.
You couldn’t hide how you felt abashed around me.
It was hard but I had to abide by the fact that you abhor me.
Or was it the U?
The universe I dreamed of that made you umbrage.
Or was it my unconditional love that forced you to uncouth. I know you underestimate me. I know you wish you could unleash me.
So, maybe its the S.
How your Sagacious always leads you to Sabotage us.
Or how you always want to surpass me.
Maybe it’s really the E.
The electricity I felt when I touched you.
My heart was enflamed.
The emptiness inside led to the elimination outside.
Or maybe its because you did not love me.