Oyster

I opened my heart for all to be seen

an overwrought shadow of a former once me

beaten, bruised with a spirit so low

hanging as the leaves of a weeping willow

What wrong,I had shown, was cut ever more

For showing the hurt  

kept in most others, special draw.

"your pathetic", "so bloody weak"

cruel to the worst 

Nor can I bury the love that I  seek

worthless fool for caring too much

a love in a tangle of passion and lust

death of the purest sweetened divine

beauty so special once, is not  mine

oh wicked, cruel fate of worldly unjust

release  my trapped soul, cast my body as dust

forgive me for being pitiful, if you can

 a pathetic, broken excuse of a man

 

 

 

Your myself

Discover ones inner beauty but first

Look at and Accept ones ugliness, 

by accepting our frailties first only then can we perceive an insight to our own self but also we can accept the ugliness on the outside of others to see their inner beauty.

shallow people have no depth, look then look away, however concrete crumbles after a very long time, be patient. 

Some people are blinded by baggage, it has altered their view they will not change no matter what you do, although be kind to them before they do the same to you.

and at the end of this lecture you may think 'what the hell?' And I say

"EXACTLY"

'Believe in Jesus,follow his example'

Feudal compromise.

Xenophobia frequently visits 

The land that I live in

"They take our jobs"

Is ignorance I hear

so much hatred propaganda with fear

Immigration a necessary need

a world at war with a wanton feed

should they die to feed our greed?

I sometimes cry and feel their heed

Children are innocent

Children deserve to be loved

Even Syrian ones 

Humans left to die 

there a rotting corpse

wealthy fat leaders agree

to another lie.

Parents have given up 

on dreams and hopes

I'm sure he would do something 

If he could 'The Pope'

there is too many we cannot cope.

Together country leaders could reach inside to alter the course 

of the rocky slope.

No together they Bomb 

together they kill

Innocent suffer

It's not a joke

The Gathering

After the gathering, where life used to be abundant, once a population explosion, food became scarce, rich became poor, now humans were a redundant species. they lay dead, carcasses sprawled everywhere, rotting flesh, a fowl stench in the air, not one person even cared.

The gatherers, lords of wealth, considerable geniuses, a class of scientists, masters of stealth

they designed machines, dedicated eradicators of mankind, 

computers in human skulls;

resonating mind

skelebots, laser guns in hand, 

a back up button claims 'stop', 

when the time is right, 'Stop'

machines drop without a fight.

Bots, agile, articulate, skilled  to self repair, humanity is a mistake, they will fix the error, with an instant terror

starting a new world order

creating machines by the thousands modern styled slaves, the geniuses thought with arrogance on their faces

soon the world will be rid of the human race, protecting only man capable of keeping the pace.

rest, there is none, men sleep no more, 24 hours of machines that are at war

they are strong, need no rest

not evil, yet calculated to the core

ridding the world of the human bore

binary logarithms, calculating the final score. Killing for killing from door to door.