Mercy, Much?

You said I owe you kindness, your highness
Like you're the highest of the highest
One that sits on a chrome coated Prius
But that's blindness
Because all I see in you is the nicest vileness on dialysis
Taking advantage on the salvages
Because you've got money for the randomness in life
You're that activist who fights for your spotlights
You're terrorizing those who implies their skills in life
But clueless about your idolized disguise
But I owe you nothing
None of those act of saint mean anything
Because get this, what's worse in you, I've seen
You're that cake with a slaying icing
Not an ice cream, my darling

-PRK-

That Staged Enigma

A flexitime has been given to the human race
Even the shrine was titivated by the human's faith
The cruellest phase came right after the rumour's spread
A concubine then bestow us with the devil's face
With the secretion of a somewhat bittersweet taste
Dripping leisurely to erect another grace
A unique breed with fairly a similar encase
One of which only the brilliance know how to retrace
It's hard to deface sometimes something so apace
For many of us cares no more than about the space
The one we need to be somebody no one can replace
And when we gaze into the night, life's a cabaret

-PRK-

That Big Sigh

Looking at the sky;
I thought I saw a dark shadow
When I lift my hands up high,
I try to let go of my sorrow
And the moment that I cry,
I guess I was just feeling so low
Trying to still be that kind
Who struggles hard for life tomorrow

Now don't get me wrong,
For it's only in my writing
Whenever things go wrong,
I'd buck up and start rhyming
Faith was never gone,
Though often times I'd be mumbling
Hope has always won me
When at times I'd feel like dying

When at times I could feel
The nails are slicing through my skin
It hurts quite as much
As barbs poking through my skin
Happens mostly at times
When I'd crave for such chagrin
When all I needed was
A reality check that's condign

For all I'm feeling now is rage
The kind that destroys my charade
Not much of need now; this adage
For I'm in need of a parade
Or a grenade...
It depends...
I think...

That Trust

Sometimes we overplay it
Sometimes we disobey it
Sometimes we disarray it
Sometimes we outstay it
And then we underpay it
Most times we don't potray it
Afraid we'd dismay it
After we've devotedly copay it

-PRK-

Respect Gone Fishing

I never saw that you did caring
Nor have I ever seen that you did raising
For all I knew was you did cheating
You brought her home whilst I was growing

I was around ten when you deceived me
You smeared my respect for you; it hurt me
For all you ever was was a hero to me
Until you couldn't keep yourself together for me

I never grew to love you more than that
Nor have I ever wished to gain your respect
For all I knew was that you are no more than that
Just another man in the family I can't respect

I was in my teen then when I wasn't consoled
When I wasn't told that it's not the end of the world
When I hated all the opposite of me and the likes of you
When all I felt was anger and rage with no curfew

My heart rebelled silently
For when I needed you, you weren't there entirely
The rage I had without a doubt was deadly
Couldn't figure out what stole your sanity

Today I fall, pushed by my magnitude
Getting tired of my strong attitude
Refused to believe in that altitude
Hence I keep to my own beatitude