The Earthian Faith

The ocher is damp

It occurs in vain

It triggers the dark matter when things get insane

Giving birth to ail, to joy and a phenomena

Depleting them too and put men in a clamour

Hence faith should be ennobled

Believe and then come forward

What you stand up for can't compare to the speaker

Of debased assemblage, depressed apologue
And foiled monologue that gets in our cosmos

-PRK-

The Grand Rummage

I believe there's an angel of inspiration

I believe that we all have a guardian

I believe that we're sent down here for some action

With time we'll realise that we're part of a composition

And it was ochestrated how the horoscopes are compatible

It was designed to make us feel quite comfortable

With what's up and what's down with the system now

It's only a matter of time for us to find out how

How we make things work

How we make the table turn

How we make the gears jerk

How we take the next turn

How we move from questions to questions

For the answers, we seek

How we shift from generations

To steal some things and let them leak

And if given a day to be someone else

I'd choose you over myself - yes, you

The first question I'd answer is what's on your mind

I'd say I wish I live in a gold mine

And the next would be what would you do today

I'd say I just want to laze all day
Lay down naked or covered in lace - all grey

But that isn't how a hustler hustle

Never been fed with a silver spoon or kept warm with a cuddle

Now, who am I to ask why a person is as such?

When even myself is purely imperfect

But one can only dream to be the dutchess

And build a fort for the misfits and rejects

As I believe that we're fairly classified

Not referring to the caste, races or colours

But the way we run the world from wrong to right

And I'm talking about showing our true colours

Am I vulnerable or am I too strong for you?

You tell me as I wouldn't know

Am I too different than I used to be to you?

This is just an advanced version you oughta know 

-PRK-

Saviour

Once - a song was written with the image of Romeo and Juliet
In a world and such era of bedecked perfection and booty sweat
Appalled - the pencil stopped, realising it spells regret
"Walk away," it said. "Leave the movie set."
Supposed it was just my train of thought and rain of chafe

Messing about with the grammes of my sanity half

And my length of forbearance stays my greatest craft

Before the big vent object to the cockeyed raft

Though when the sun comes up, it ceased momentarily

The crimson weave is staying everlastingly

Uninformed how butterfly is supposed to feel like

And the moving picture is never coming to real life

Was it love or was it just a state of mind?

And will this riant song and dance ever be mine?

-PRK-