where i sat

i just walked out,
living all day, in my cage.
wondering on those steps
where all sit, none a sage.

the noises that pricked ,
the late soriee behind,
each with his boisterous smile
had turned me blind.

suffering at their hands,
being shown a wilful neglect.
passing around me, all,
none noticing where i sat.

only refuge was the breeze
singing and flying playfully around
it did shush in my ears
in sweet smell had me surround.

I lay,not much to share
but the heart full of rage,
wondering on those steps
where all sit, none a sage.

me aint worth it.....

in the wee hours
i stay awake and think,
with eyes fighting hard
i let this feeling sink.

me aint worth it
this care thats being shown,
trying just to keep it out
from being someone's own.

me aint worth it
for being loved so much,
to be alleviated of my pains
by that sublime touch.

me aint worth it
of being kept around,
to face all the sorrows,
in love, to be bound.

me aint worth it
of putting all your trust,
when breaking all vows
my soul, gathers dust.

me aint worth it
of being walked along,
turning away from all
convinced that it isnt wrong.

me aint worth it
to spend one's life,
when i promise nothing
but glorious strife.

in the wee hours
i stay awake and think
with eyes fighting hard
i let this feeling sink.

wake me up when i die

I feel so tired today
Begging rest, is all I say
Wake me up when I lie
Its the moment when I die.

The walls that appear
the lights which disappear
the sounds getting muffled
destiny’s pages being ruffled
all crying and screaming
my fate is beaming
Finally I find the place
Where death I’d face.

I feel so tired today
Begging rest is all I say
Wake me up when I lie
Its the moment when I die.

Eyes floated with pictures
When I forget the scriptures
Spelling the impending doom
My soul whimpers a boom
In silence lying agitated
I feel so emancipated
These tremors do a message send
I fast approach my worthless end.

I feel so tired today
Begging rest is all I say
Wake me up when I lie
Its the moment when I die.

ethics class of mine

scrambling sun in my eyes
the long walk to the class
defying the strength of a human
i get ready to hear that farce.

bollocks full of crap
raging goes ethics, in my mind
each moral lesson
does nothing but me, blind.

talks of socrates
blasts of aristotle
mingling my head hard
each word a narcotic bottle.

bringing me to the edge
frustrating me to push him through
that morality's class
where none of us have worth to do.

drowsy, dreamy and lousy
the prof scampers for my soul
with all that s**t that he blares
maps a screaching hole.

harshly blaming hedonism
for my guilty pleasures
spoiling each smile of my past
none of these, he treasures.

with a whimper it ends
the tempest that he did start
each concern that he raised
in the end, not worthy a fart.