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Poems

Eenie, meanie, minie, mo,
Guess who’s back with a brand new poem, bro!   

And I dont mean poem as in words put in rhymes,
It has to have a meaning, a context, these are different times,

You get a thought in your head,
The deeper meaning of words said,

You think about the power of words in the message you send,
Sometimes following the rules, sometimes starting a new trend,

A poem is the singing of your mind,
Reflections on your current life and of what you left behind,

Its a timeless wonder, open to interpretation, an immortal being,
About your life, past, present and future, what your mind is seeing,

There is no limit on it, no one to hold you back,
The saints are extinct, there is no white and black,

The best poems are about existance, the human feeling,
What love and life gives, what loss and death are stealing,

Sometimes you write for others but sometimes it’s just for you,
Sometimes about the breakups and for the love which was true,

Sometimes about politics and issues of life,
Sometimes about happy endings and a loving wife,

Sometimes about desires and dreams,
Sometimes about the hurt and screams,

But the truth is that writing is your savior and grace,
It gets you through the hardships that you face.

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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.

You Belong

When lines between right and wrong are blurred

When lies make up half of your world,

When your word doesn’t mean anything,

When your relationships all become a fling,

When flirting becomes the norm,

When you take advantage of your charm,

When you waste your time,

When you don’t have a dime,

When life becomes a struggle,

When you are just another muggle,

When wizardry leaves you,

When everybody believes you,

When say thing which are seldom true,

When the world spins,

When the poor man wins,

When she cries and doesn’t smile,

When the depth in her eyes is deeper then Nile,

When you held her hand, 

When you had to take off the wedding band,

When the memories flash by,

When your thoughts dry,

When you look back at life,

When you think about your struggle and strife,

When you think about your choices,

When you had let go and listened to the voices,

When you think your adventurous journey,

When you are the end of this tourney,

When you wonder about your legacy in life,

When you picked up that knife,

When you slit your wrists,

When blood gushed through closed fists,

When the soul left you,

When you saw the Truth you always knew,

When you saw the Light,

When you marveled at His sight,

When the long wait begun,

When his light encompassed the sun,

When the soul was returned,

When the fire once again burned,

When the records were handed,

When your wondered where you landed,

When the gates were opened,

When after life began to never end,

When you had all you ever wished,

When you went swimming and fished,

When you picked up this pen and started this song,

When you knew, you are exactly where you belong.

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.