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Depression

Depression, it can creep up on you and stab you,
Strip you of your life, dreams and grab you,

Bring you down into a dark pit and drag you,
Then suck your life force out and gag you,

Friends become strangers, moving further apart,
You lose control of your mind and heart,

Isolated in a crowd of people, ever so alone,
Dribbling your rhymes on the phone,

You put up a fake smile, your wear happiness as a guise,
You go to work all day, nights spent sleepless in muted cries,

You sit alone, smoke and drink,
When your close eyes, you think,

What happened, where did it all go wrong,
Where do you fit in,  where do you belong.

Think

When will you open your eyes and think,
Close them and open again to blink,

A dark veil is covering your mind,
Diverting you,  not letting you find,

Distracted by materialism, you are sinking deep,
Your tears are stolen,  you cannot weep,

Going through same routine, day in and day out,
Afraid to ask, never wondering what’s it all about,

Pursuit for happiness became a lust,
Forgot the time when you were fair and just,

The meaning of life is lost,
Roots were reached by the frost,

No savior to save you know, in this void,
You bury your woes in your iPhone and Android,

Words lost their meaning, emotions gone,
Now for everything you have an emoticon,

Towards your end,  you’re slowly drifting,
The world revolves around,  axis shifting,

In this hopeless night, you kindle fire,
You open your eyes when the need is dire,

In flowing current, you struggle against the tide,
You’re ready for change, you cannot hide,

The winds are changing, a revolution born,
Rally the troops,  blow the horn,

You opened your eyes and you thought,
Explored the world and the answers you sought.

ISIS

A new threat to world security has risen, at least that’s what we are being told. And it might even be true, if you see the videos that are being posted online, of masked men beheading everything that moves under Gods green earth. The threat is real, the enemy is real, the beheadings are real, at least they appear to be real, although with advancements in video technology, in a world where we have Hollywood movies depicting huge dragons, where there have been proven false videos of Bin Laden, the idea of fake videos is not a giant leap. But lets assume it’s real, would we stop for a minute and ask why? Why the rise of ISIS? Have some people lost their god damn minds and started beheading? Is it mental illness? Some virus of insanity that’s spreading in middle east? Some vampire infection where they need to drink blood? Are they drinking blood after beheading people? Should we kill them or put them in hospital to be treated? Excuse my attempt of humour but I learnt in science that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, so we have to ask ourselves, what is ISIS in reaction to? What’s the cause? You see the questioning is discouraged in the world we live in, we are just suppose to take their word for it. If you question, you are labelled a conspiracy theorist, terrorist apologist, and in some cases even called a terrorist. But questions we have and questions we should ask! Do they think that we don’t posses a mind? Do they think we are all stupid? Do they think we are all idiots? In a post-internet world where information flows freely on the web, they are truly kidding themselves if they think they can limit our knowledge. Do they think we don’t have the mental capability to connect the dots? Oh sir, but we do! Are we supposed to forget that Al-Qaeda was created by CIA? Are we supposed to forget Osama Bin Laden was a CIA agent and trained by them? Are we supposed to forget that suicide bombing was introduced to Islam by USA? Are we supposed to forget that Afghans were trained, armed and used by USA against Russia and then abandoned after the conflict was over in state of destruction and chaos? Or are we supposed to not know that 911 was an inside job? Do they think labeling us as conspiracy theorists is going to make us forget that fact? Or are we not supposed to know that the production of opium is at it’s highest after USA (“NATO” but lets not kid ourselves) took control of Afghanistan? Are we not supposed to know that US soldiers are cultivating and guarding opium and supplying it to the rest of the world? Or that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq? That a million innocent people have been killed because of a war under false pretense? Or that tens of thousands innocent people lost their lives in Pakistan because of US drones? And now ISIS? So there are two possibilities, either it’s another creation of CIA to start new wars. “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me”. So are we going to get fooled into another war? Or the second possibility that it’s a reaction to the actions of the USA. The meddling in internal affairs of other countries and aiding their puppets to become the leaders of those countries. Both possibilities are plausible but what can we do?

WE, the silent majority of this world, need to spread awareness and educate more and more people about the reality of the world we live in, WE need to unite under the banner of humanity, WE need to fight for the truth, WE need to to rise up and ask these questions, because only then can we find the answers and expose THEIR true agenda.

My Story

You may think you do, but you dont,
Know me, who I am and who I’m not,

Person you know is but an illusion,
Dont pretend to escape this dillusion,

This is my creation, my design,
An enigma you cannot define,

But don’t you dare think that I am lost and living a lie,
You will never understand me no matter how hard you try,

But this is how it’s supposed to be,
Trust me you do not want to know me,

You won’t be able to handle this reality,
I am eminence and this my cult of personality,

I am just not your typical good guy,
There is more to me then getting high,

But I don’t care to  explain myself to you,
Your perception of me is not true,

You are free to believe what you want,
Happy sometimes,  life is sometimes gaunt,

I stand in front of you in living colors,
Honest to the core, clearing blurs,

It’s not your place to judge me,
You do not know anything about me,

You do not know what I have been through,
You dont really want to know the truth, do you?

There was once a happy guy,
a nice guy, hence not a crappy guy,
who fell in love with a beautiful girl,
a dutyful girl, her hair in curl,
Her smile made him smile,
Her unique style, eyes deeper then nile,
They kissed eachother, missed eachother, 
Day and night, gay and bright,
In eachothers sight, their lives changed,
Feelings of love, blessings from above, 
They planned their future life,
As husband and wife,
The summer of joy,
They became the reason of life,
In season of joy,
A younger girl, an older boy,
Deeper then deepest oceans, taller then the tallest mountain,
The immortal love reigns,  
Spreading joy and no pain, 
They went to mountains tall and wide, 
No one to see them, no rules to abide, 
With god of love on their side,
They accepted their fate,  
Became eachothers mate,
They married eachother,
Through thick and thin, carried eachother,
He built a small house for her, a spouse to her
He wrote about her, thought about her, 
She inspired him, desired him, 
Admired him, they grew together,
But then changed the weather,
The winds of winter came,
Extinguished their flame,
Killed passion, 
Killed compassion,
Killed their desire,
To hold on, killed the fire,

She betrayed him with no mercy,
Wounded him for world to see,

His trust broke, a hurt bloke,
From the dream he woke,

Into reality and it’s brutality,
The fairy tale came to its finality,

His dreams shattered, his heart battered,
He was fool to think he mattered,

A cursed soul wandering about,
Drenched in so much pain and doubt,

He slept around and started drinking,
Did terrible things without thinking,

His life began spiraling down,
In hurtsville and disaster town,

Then something happened, he took control,
Right back from the edge,  he began to roll,

The experience forever changed him,
Absent love, a reaping grim,

A spec of former self, a shade,
Refusing to give up and fade.

So now you know my story,
Reality of life with no glory.

For Me?

Wish I didnt have to do it,
There is no chance to avoid it,
They said I was mad to do it,
But this is what fate had for me,  

This cursed life on the run,
Sweating under the sun,
Mourning while holding a gun,
There is no escape for me,  

I run and death follows,
Betrayed by all my fellows
No goodbyes and no hello’s,
There is no friend in need for me,  

I remember when life was pleasing,
Enjoyed being fun and appeasing,
Flirting with them and teasing,
Now there is no savior for me,  

These hardships, twists and turns,
To kindle that fire which burns,
A fire of passion, a job that earns,
In crisis, is there any hope for me?  

I am broken, confused and lost,
Army of devils, no heavenly host,
Willing to endure and suffer the most,
Is there any atonement for me?

Be A Star

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Let the creativity flow,
Let the mind grow, 

Let the world turn,
Let the fire burn, 

Illusion is the sky blue,
Make your dreams come true, 

Be always who you are,
Don’t be a bully, be a star.

 

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Olórin

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When all the hope was gone, he came,
Like a beacon of light,
In the shadow of night,
His mighty ancient sword aflame,  

His pointy hat and long beard,
Smoking his pipe weed,
Riding his white steed,
He is loved by all, not feared,  

His humility was exemplary and his grace,
A steward, a passenger,
A wizard, a messenger,
He wasnt a man, nor of elvish race,  

He walked with mighty powers in west,
His mission was high,
When the end was nigh,
Fought the evil in moria, he passed the test,  

Wandering the Middle-Earth, from Ithilien to Bree
Telling his tales, with a pint of ale,
From ered-luin to lonely mountain, of dale,
He cares for hobbits, elves, dwarves and men free,  

Now in the land of Aman, he walks once more,
In company of Nienna, Manwe and Varda,
Faded the power of Narya in Arda,
‘A far green country’, beyond the white shore.

The Lucky People

The temper tantrums, the misunderstandings, the fights,

Then making up, kissing, caring, lovers delights,

 

So a new journey is starting again,

As heart recovers from the pasisng pain,

Of lost love, broken heart, stressed brain,

Life brought you once more to lovers lane,

 

The sounds of birds is a music to your ear,

But at the back of your mind the same old fear,

Will she be always far, never too near?

Lonely desires, sad heart, the fallen tear,

 

But then your phone vibrates with her messages,

Your expressions change reading those loving passages,

 

Love is immortal, eternal, gift from god I believe,

Lucky are the ones who give it and recieve.

Enlightened

Cursed is the heart, hurt, broken and dark,

burnt, destroyed, played, still carries the spark;

 

Storms of destruction, change, are weighing again,

the liars, the heart breakers, are playing again;

 

Its a game of love, you win or you die,

a fool to pursue,a fool to never try;

 

Trust in this world of deception and illusions,

perfect lives, beautiful wives, mere delusions;

 

So now wake you up, enlightened, open your eyes,

to broken trust, promises, and not so good byes;

 

She is gone, left you, but you are still here,

forget her, forgive her, move on I dare.

A Memory

I am sitting here all alone,
thinking about you and the times gone,
I gave you everything i had,
but you still always made me sad,
there were so many times i wanted to leave,
but your tears always made me feel so bad,
it was my mistake to stay with you,
but i am glad It wasn’t me who betrayed you,

so now i move on and be free,
and leave you behind like a memory..

-Ali