[Hope and a poem!]
The cold bed painted with a phobia,
An intervention could heal none.
Eyes seek warmth in a night’s euphoria,
Emptiness with the moon unites as one…
The rapture of fresh paint,
A wall sodomized with a stain…
All who preach are not always a saint,
The truth is what should sprout in a vein…
Cold is indeed an honest road,
Yet to take am I a lousy toad?
The world as such is greedy and bold,
Only cowards could walk this road of gold!
A road of gold if it just might not be,
How’d I to know till I try to succeed?
There is no ‘them’ and there is no ‘we’,
It’s just me to spout this life’s precious seed!
‘I’ am ‘MYSELF’ and who can best define?
The mirror looks brighter with some white wine.
If you've had your full, man you’re fine!!
Why drown in misery when you've got food to dine?
There’s a place that sends light,
A lighthouse to name a flight…
If things get wrong it’ll do right,
The race never ends till you put up a fight!
This lighthouse is your destination,
The sea is yours in your own probation.
If life’s a swelling, PS: a vacation!
Speak to yourself and buy your own ration…
If beans swell bigger you’re getting smart,
Critics just say cuz they are what I AM not…
If it gets worse, eat more and fart!
And to hell with insecurities, they’re just there to rot!
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