Being Different

#MoonMystic
In the darkest hearth of my soul
It rears it’s ugly head again
This despondency of
Being different;
Burning realms of loneliness
Engulf me in flames
I blister, bleed;
Sweat, tears of memories
Deeply impressed lies
Like an intricately coiled
Venomous snake in my bed!

Knowing

It will not hurt
What you don’t know?
Truth wrapped in muslin
Pulsates gently
Waiting to birth
To sound the death knell
Of sweet ignorance
Blissful innocence
As the soul soaks in
Lies and tales
Appeasing the mind
But stealing the heart
Of the pure joy of knowing!

Trolled

Let me now observeOngoings of our worldHas it gone insaneOr sloshed with disdain?How has it replacedAll the love with hate!When friends are foesFor opinions they spokeDo we bury the voicesOr risk being trolled?When men are up in armsDo we cower or take a chance,To make amends, to call outThe lies and cover upsThe slyness andContinue reading “Trolled”

Tempest of Hate

Frenetic winds of chaosBlowing in our faceAn ever-growing frenzyThrowing us in a dazeStunned, a few wonderAt this tempest of hate;Where did we learn toSpeak in tongues falseWrite in crooked waysWhen did we go silentAnd chose to turn away?Is there hope stillFor truth and trust,To recover our lexicon,Or all is lost in this storm?