fuck this

fuck is just a word
but it is an action
which can inspire to build
point of interest causing traction
the dismay in the lives
hopes and dreams are dead

then it seems extremely absurd
when life gets in motion
keep it in a guild
block and tackle all demotivation
blinded warriors in bee hives
like fecal matter are laid

voices need to be heard
all through the seven nations
nine billion souls are thrilled
a cause for an occupation
to tell all the tribes
all the things they said

flying like a vulnerable bird
in these skies of emotion
all these voids are filled
with plenty of reproductive lotion
the only source that survives
it will be well fed

heat from a buttonless shirt
leads to and follows erection
a mighty structure that killed
most fish in the ocean
but the one that thrives
lay on its death bed

I, Me, My.

silently I weep
let the silent night creep
I try to go to sleep
thinking of MY teeth
no room for the meek
this is what I seek
it will take ME to the peak
where I might get weak
then this poem I shall read
to show ME the path I lead
the one that I believe
is going to set ME free


into the cosmos or the sea
I crawl into infinity

the mud, the changes
the constant, the smoke

I see anger and envy
I see slaves of memory

freedom is very lonely
the belief is limited to ME
I have embraced this journey
have blind faith on no team
for I am standing mighty
and stooping very low
life itself fights ME
can't stand still in a flow
in between come and go
forgetting what I don't know
guarding the break of dawn
till all fear is gone

Death Run App ICON

Samara