
Category: human
Building Rom Vol. 1

Would you like some black coffee and Some trauma to go?
Who am I?
I am the weak link
I am the black sheep
I am the one and only who is worth-while to deceive
I am the warrior who will hold the gun whilst you take your pic
Believe what they say about me
but today
I am cutting the ties
I am running wild
I will take what I have, run run run far and reside
I will go places where my language is the hit
I will lend my voice to the weak
where-ever my voice is at need
And are my hands pre-requisit?
Can I dance to my heartbeat?
With cheerful souls and sand twin feets?
I will choose people who learn my name right
Those whose souls are like-mind
Don’t be mistaken I love you,
Oh I love you like the breeze of the wind
I love you from the miles between
You, you gave me a gift
That gift is called freedom
I wear the freedom crown
Perhaps, I will find the crowd of freedom crowned
then,
We are the weak links
We are the black sheeps
We are the once who it’s been worth-while to deceive
Only, no one deceives
No one runs, no one guns
the run was worth-while
Who am I?
I’m while.
Worth-while
Going Through Phases
Dear Friend,
By now I’m hoplessly in love with you
But it’s not what you think
In fact, you don’t get to think
You don’t get to be weak
FYI, you missed the honeymoon
Pardon me,
not my active imagination bypassing all phases
boycotting the talking phase
just to get to the mature stage,
the secure love, my heart is singing eternal praise
Pardon me,
Not me making all life decisions in your name
It’s just this is a dream come true, such one, that need not come true
I long for you
but still I’m better off on the run from you
For I can barely handle this dream as it is,
what would be
if I had it in real
I’ll tell you what
I’d choke on words,
I’d swallow my thoughts,
I’d slip and fall just to see if I land right in your arms
I’d bruce my skin cause I can’t feel a pin
I can’t feel anything that is not you, its sereal
I’d bring you breakfast in bed
But whats beckon if you can have me instead
I’d kiss and bite, I’d pick a fight, I know its not right
No this is a conundrum
Let’s leave love in the dungeons
I mean I’d marry you in my head
and even there,
there’s not enough room for you my dear
So I’d rather be friends
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Watermelon, Sugar, lows
I’ve been through some sugared lips
Those that only shout “all in” for my hips
turned Watermelon into Water-lemons
My tears froze like frostyflakes, my heart at stake
I thought I found a soul-mate, not an emty crate of translucent grace
I spit fire from time to time because I was born under concrete tiles
but my heart never faked a smile
shock, friction, other sources of ignition never altered my salvation
Never broke those bones, those sticks and stones
It makes me wonder how you justify all that bane?
.. From a rose that grew through concrete and pain – loveeeiriny
The Dirt Under Your Rug
Everyday is a new day to fight
We are gathering to take what is ours
The road to freedom is in unity
And so brothers and sisters let’s not
see colour
Look beyond the rays and shades
It’s all flesh and bones
match forward with integrity
Burning down gates of excellsius egoism
You Scream I want it all
We Scream this is not all
Not enough to undo the dids
The costs are higher than you claim
You take take take and give back none
Every day We wake up to a globalized world
But you swept the bills under the rug
Those third world countries you created
Can they be first again?
The souls of my ancestors
They’ll keep jumping into new flesh
They’ll keep demanding royal crest
We unit through freedom or we unit
after war
@loveeiriny

