Cursed Immortality

Maybe being immortal is a curse,

life is supposed to be short.

To see this world as a shortfall verse,

To give and take with a cruel snort.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse.,

To watch loved one die.

Till no one else but you remain.

Not a person to talk to ,nor to spry

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

With weak bones and dimming sight.

Fragile & brittle with an empty purse,

Cracking bones and sick delight.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

& maybe the great ones figured it out

& maybe they left a trail to us

To follow it without a doubt.

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They found a way to immortality.

& they still live on , while being dead.

Just a matter of figuring it out.

To lie beside them,

To be immortal then.

Prisoners

This is a place of struggle and fears,
& everyone has those truths and tears.
Here people are crushed by the powerful Soo nice ,
But in the end who wins is rather wise.
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In this place they get poorer or richer,
Hopeless foolish poor, and the Lynching Rich butchers.
But in the end everyone’s to demise,
But most are prisoners of their own device.
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You will fail, everyone does.
The critics are flies, they will buzz
Sooner will you hear you own million cries
But don’t you care, fix your eyes on the prize
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Things will be hard, the hardest stuff.
It it would be easy, you won’t be tough.
And if you fail, just stand up and Revice
And one day, you will, you must rise

Materialism

This Materialistic World,
With Materialistic Men,
What good will it avail of me ?
An Instrument maybe.
With Materialistic Goals,
And Materialistic Aims.
What good will it serve for thee?
An efficient Machine maybe.
They said !!
That the machines would take over the world.
But isn’t it already theirs to be??
We are in a dream maybe .
All this money in the world,
The fame, an image.
Aren’t those bars of prison.
Don’t you see.
We all are blind prisoners maybe

The Man Who Thinks He Can

If you think you are beaten, you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost certain – you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost;
For out in this world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!

Not again

If i had time, i would do this and that.

explore the eternity, skim the fat.

if i had time, i’ll be a master.

ace of everything , the master blaster.

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If i had time, i wouldn’t waste a sec.

one who stops me, will just bust or wreck.

but when i had time, i didn’t use the sec.

ate, slept, drank till there’s no time  left.

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but now i have time!

wont repeat the mistakes then.

here’s the opportunity for change,

i wont miss this again!!

Rend…

That cloudy evenings.

When winter sheds.

Those easy seeming.

Tough amends.

Those hazy summers.

When the breeze ascends.

Those classy bummers.

False wends.

Those deadly demons.

Which never append.

These Whirly Seasons

Do

REND..

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Meaning of rend :- Tear To Peices

 

 

 

Thy Shall

Thy shall run, 

Where others stop.

Thy shall run, 

Where they fear to walk

Thy shall run,

Where others retire to dross.

Thy shall run,

Where they fear to cross.

Thy Shall pray, 

Where others moan. 

Thy shall pray, 

While others groan.

Thy shall help,

When there is a need. 

Thy shall help,   

While others feed greed.                                               

Fake Mediocre Love is the another poem i wrote in old english do visit it

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