Distraction

In a dark corner of mind
You sit and do nothing.
Why there? Why there?
Makes me sad...that corner.

You distract me
You make me uncomfortable
Go away. Go away.
Why do you keep coming back?

You let go of me then
Now I keep bringing you back
Leave that corner. Leave that corner.
I have work to do.

V.I.Me

This is something I have been meaning to write for quite sometime now.

People want fame and fortune

People want to be known
People want the limelight

With applause they want to be blown.

But I want to be such a man

If ever killed I be
It'll be called an 'assassination'

'Cause 'murder' is for common meat.

Unnamed

They love their country;
They are ready to die
for their country.
They are trained;
They are hardened
beyond the limit of capability.

They are taught to kill;
They are taught to live
with the guilt of murder.
They are taught to shoot
They are taught
to follow orders.

They are honest men;
They are upgraded
weapons of choice.
They never ask questions
They are the powerful people’s
expendable toys.

Beware my birthday

Seriously this is supposed to be funny. And funnily, this is serious as well.

My birthday - the 1st of May
O God help me keep my age at bay,
People grow old, but why me too
Next year I'm gonna be twenty two!
Shit! When did I cross my teens?
I'm growing old, and fast, that's just what it means.
Damn I'm old enough to be the father of one
For that I'd need a woman and I got none.
In a few years my joints will moan and creak
And I'll turn into a wrinkly old freak.
So if you wish me Birthday or want a party
I'll kick your ass and wring your neck smartie.

Predator

The hunter stalks his prey
Silent and still, almost lifeless.
With unflickering eyes he studies
Examines and infers.
He moves through the plains
Mimicking the tall grass swaying,
A motion so stealthy that he
Travels but moves not.
He lays there still, waiting, watching,
Almost mocking his ward
With hunger rises his determination
And his patience and his will
Waiting, calculating, measuring
Like an artist for perfection.

He is a powerhouse of might
And speed greater than lightening.
The unsuspecting beast grazes on
He lets him enjoy his last meal,
His pride needs him as the strongest
And he needs to appease his pride.
His legs contract, his eyes focussed
Like a bullet from the nozzle he strikes,
Sudden movement alerts the beast
His instincts tell him to run but he's frozen
The beast lies fallen, defeated, dying,
Now reduced to food for the king.
The merciful king eases the beasts pain,
He snaps its jugular to fast takes its life away.

Beggar

A creature; lowliest of all - human
Lies at the side of the street
An aluminium bowl by his side
In silence he begs the passers by
He begs not for wealth but for life.

The creature; dirtiest of them all
In the dirtiest of rags he lies
Amputated of limbs and hope
He lies under the blazing summer sun
And the freezing winter nights
He begs for a life.

The creature; understands not economy
Not the inflation that worries the wealthy
The people are blind to him
One in a million stop to give him alms
The smallest denomination in his wallet.

Hiroshima

Calm silent night
Suddenly blindingly bright
Black and nothingness again.

Beauty, suddenly...

Calm, beautiful, serene
Savoring the joy of nature
Sitting under a tree
A dead rotten tree
A heavy old branch breaks
Falls on his head
All beauty fades