Love Seat

Never meant to make you wend
Never meant to make you misspend
I intended to represent
The actual mistrust I've underwent

As the illusions I've apprehended
Had me reoffended the warmth they recommended
Delusional and consumable, I then pretended
That every piece are unamended

For such passion is inevitable
My confessions are dimensional
Of which each of them will be skeptical
To those who are prophetical

So relinquish that desire
Of which you will soon misfire
For I'm one you will encipher
For the waiting is now kitschier

Moi, Blasé

This is a true subkingdom
Where we speak up along with rhythm
Some protests, some will speak of wisdom
Some will claim they've united kingdoms
Now I feel for the ones so fearsome
Can't nobody rebuff their freedom
It's an outlet for inspired serum
Beating tastefully for your eardrums
Look I'm not talking about pilgrims
Nor I'm here to condemn such prism
Yes, I do believe in your system
If the system bars elitism
Nothing valid now for the children
And on replay is barbarism
Guns and bombs are here for some reasons
Intoxicating feudalism
I'm not bought by your symbolism
All I see is such scepticism
Towards me and liberalism
What's the deal with such narcissism?

-PRK-

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...