A poem is not a reflection
Of the poet or his thinking
The poet, while, is a shadow
Of the poem that he’s drinking
He is merely a medium
Between the poem and the page
To flung the doors wide open
Of the concealed cage
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Trouble Is My Family
Darkness is my brother
Evil is my sis
Sadness is my mother
Dad’s antonym of bliss
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble is my family
…
Despair is my nephew
Wicked is my wife
Guess what’re my children?
The antonym of life
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble is my family
…
Trouble is my second name
Trouble is my house
Trouble is my pet tortoise
The cat and the mouse
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble is my family
I Wanna Lock My Heart Away
I wanna lock my heart away
Never ever let her out
This world is just too evil
As my heart’s just found out
…
I wanna firmly lock the door
Throw away the key
Shut all the windows
In darkness, she would be
…
I’ll let her out if only
This world would see a change
But that doesn’t look so likely
So she will there remain
A Child Of His
I saw the summer lose her warmth
I saw the winter raise her head
All the flowers lost their charm
All the trees — they looked so dead
And I didn’t know why
…
I heard the angels shivering
While the heavens were trembling
The nasty wounds within myself —
Those echoes were resembling
And I didn’t know why
…
I caught the Devil and I asked him
“I am just a child of His
Spare me or kill me
But don’t leave me hanging like this.”
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The winds whispered soft’ to me
About the blood they carried free
All through her lamentations
Not a word came back to me
And I didn’t know why
…
So I set off, I walked the earth
Rising above the frozen dirt
I kept the secrets to myself
Of my pain, my grief, my hurt
And I didn’t know why
There Is Evil Watching Me
There is evil watching me
There is evil following me
Like a shadow of the day
Asking me to go astray
…
Evil greets me in the night
When I can’t put up a fight
All the good is left behind
When the dark evokes my mind
…
The light of the next day sun
Brings me to where I’d begun
I curse the Devil and his name
I don’t know if I’m the same
Unsame
For every man who pleasures
There is a man who pains
For every man who loses
There is a man who gains
Yet all of them they pray
Pray in the good Lord’s name
Yet he treats us different
Yet he treats us unsame
What Good Is The Eternal Sunshine?
What good is the eternal sunshine
Outside my window
When there’s eternal darkness
Following my shadow?
…
What good is the soulful song
Sung by nightingales
When there are loud noises
Inside my chaotic head?
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What good is the mighty God
In the heavens above
When my heart is filled with hatred
Instead of selfless love?
