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The last Kindness

So strange how people

could be so kind

I am loved

they brought me

lovely flowers

of different colors

iu am splendid

they dressed me in

jet black suit

an immaculate shirt

and a perfect bow tie

to match my smile

I am safe they

provide me

glass and wooden armors

to shield me from the

blight

I am happy

as people are kind

and i found a way

from their kind

and out of this life

Creed

I'd rather
sit back when the rest of the people
leave their homes in quest of Utopia
for I know it was never possible

I'd rather
stand stil when the world's nations
fight for dominion
for I know bloodbath is the only valor

I'd rather
sit back when the rest of the world
kill, search , and plant chaos
for I know man will eat the fruit
of his actions

I'd rather
standstill when the last man
of this world crawl and starve to be fed by
devastation


I'd rather
prepare to watch for
the night fall
and see man hike that steep so tall
that leads him to his fall

I'd rather
prepare my vision
because man will be leaping
Hell bound his last down fall

But...
I'd rather take back those words
for I would get nowhere with this malediction

I'd rather
let satisfaction get on my home
because I wont ask for more

I'd rather
be who I am should be
be what I should be
and try to be what I think I can not be
by trying to be the best of me.
I'd rather
take the world as given
for maybe I can make a heaven
of this world.

Is that too much to ask?
If so then let me be
blind and numb
or let me be the first to go.


Home

there is no place like home
a cold monolith of
hollow blocks and concrete

there is no place like home
a haven of shame
and hidden persecution

there is no place like home
a yard of fruitful hate
anbd flowers of angst

there is no place like home
a vase of flaws
and a comedy of errors

there is no place like home
a chain of constant irritation
and seeking of affirmation

there is no place like my home
a floe, a chip of an ice berg
fdrosty solitude
a floe drifting to one direction
heading towards isolation
over the oceanic horizon
darkness
my final destination

Sometimes...I need

This world was never meant to be mine..a truth.this an ode to the world which never knew that I existed.This world, the people and the unwanted events, is so much to take in.I cant change the past,and I cant control the present but my past could manipulate it to reproduce its gory self.The future is bleak I know it and I could smell the smoke that clouds around it.I know I am weak but dont laugh or snicker at me.Just take me for what I am ,never take me into slices ,never reject my dark side because it is also me. I need your affirmation.Not your bitter rejection.It is easy to accept me ,I am a nice and warm person, though sometimes I got my cold swings.I am friendly,thought sometimes I just dont care.I am me .A human who hates to admit it but I need you.I breakdown my wallls but pls. dont....I hope breaking it would be woth it.

will you be?dalevil@eudoramail.com