Materialistic Mayhem

Light appearing at end of the tunnel, I ran towards it blissfully.
Realization hit me eventually when it railroaded me skillfully.

Rotten thoughts, infected logics, even snatching the reins of ethics.
Obnoxious brains decaying goodness along with it’s robust magic

Couldn’t stand righteousness, these conniving creatures plotted schemes
Being one of an honest kind became their bitter distant dream

They struggled relentlessly to exterminate me like a pest,
But the Pearl already underwent her share of pain to be a glorious Gem.

A Frozen Bubble

You know what a frozen bubble say:
Giving up is such a cliché

I was born to be destroyed in a moment
And here I’m, standing against my opponent

I trap air through my thin walls
That very day, the Mighty wind is appalled.

All the ingredients formed me perfectly
Colorful, Chromatic, beautifully hued; having to vanish in a jiff, I would die artfully

Before I could burst, I see the ice crystals dancing on my surface
Ensuingly I knew I was always meant to last longer with an undying grace

It started a war. I wasn’t the one to be tamed.
DAMN! I can freeze TIME. This proud moment unarguably was meant to be acclaimed.

Costly Drama. – Ricardo Sexton

A poignant touch of interlaced emotions stirring our essence up by Ricardo Sexton

Costly Drama.

In time, it’s the granted
No! …it comes unwanted
It never asks, it only offer
It always makes me suffer
Perversely!

– “It was me all along”
Mainly!

I thought I was tough
I thought I was strong
Enough! (I’m so weak)
Unfortunately!

It is miserable and extreme
Its process is slowly but seen
I’m walking against the wind
Constantly!

It’s not the wind, the wind’s cool
But, it’s also cold & unstoppable
Extremely!

I’m confused. What is the use?
In being tough on a statement
If my heart remains vulnerable
Perplexedly!

© Ricardo Sexton

Source: Costly Drama. – Ricardo Sexton

a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca

A soul-stirring, must read piece by John Matthew Waters

we studied together
and recited psalms
years ago
when nobody knew your name

you kept mostly to yourself
reading scripture at night
and eschewing violence
while everyone else
danced beneath artificial lights

when the world fell apart
you slipped through the cracks
resurfacing deep inside a madness
that was nothing short of prophetic

years later I was called before
a makeshift court
forced to testify
how you had solely masterminded
a roadmap of revenge
leading to misery and destruction

what I had witnessed
would make no difference
not as long as you continued
stabbing westward
unseen and unafraid
daring an uncertain world to stop you

Source: a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca

Pretense: Two Worlds

The Divided Duo

He snaps a picture of food
He prays for all three meals

He throws the waste into dustbin
He has a knack of finding something valuable from that very bin

He’s too confused to choose an outfit
He’s too busy in sewing the ripped parts

His room is a manifestation of affluence and comfort
His one-room-sized home is damp and devoid of essentials

He buys gizmos as necessity to remain updated
He might have to sell his organs to feed the mouths

He falls into loops of sins or virtues, either way doesn’t matter
He restores his faith in God as a bribe to himself

He longs for a deep sound sleep whilst possessing all the riches
He dreams of money to make ends meet

He yearns for a true mortal warmth & compassion
He laughs heartily with nothing to lose

If he is caught he’s on scandal rampage sessions
If caught he’s just a Criminal

He wins even before participating
He loses before he could start

His presence is a bliss
His existence – an abomination

On a day of rendezvous with these two divided worlds, sitting together on a bench – both exhausted from life, both beggars with different insatiate appetite; finally see what a divided world they live in! One world a pretense of comfort, other an attempt of making it.

But God & Coffin could never tell them apart; A human flesh with nothing obligatory.