Poetry

Empty

No life was given

No life was lost,

Yet every month I grieve

No eulogy

No unison

Still my body it bereaves

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A lifeless end

A deathless life

For one who will never hold a breath

A soul just passing

And yet trespassing

Upon my hopes to ill-timed death

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Such hopes are met

With such regret

I watch my future in demise

A timeless end

That never began

As I will never see their eyes

Little Seeds

Come on little seed, grow;

We planted you so long ago

Are the soils barren?

Bereft of life;

Are you rotting in the ground?

Is your little seed soul,

Lost in Ether,

And having troubles being found?

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We are right here waiting!

The soil is warm;

The sun is beating

It’s brilliant heart.

We are protectress, we are patron

And vow to shelter you from the start.

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But the ground is silent,

Unmoving

It is a devoid and a hollow mound,

Is our bond already broken?

Are our lives to be bound?

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Little Seed, Little Seed

The soil is ready, we have you sown;

Little Seed,  

What’s the matter?

Why won’t you bear,

Why won’t you grow?

Empty, Still

Life ending,

Never beginning

My days a hollowed womb

Barren, lifeless,

Deserted

My future but a tomb

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Existence meets

Its Final Breath

Time besieges its dying prey

A body still

And unforgiven

With all its prospects in decay

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All hope is sunk

In starving soils

A wasteland it became

Nothing growing

Sterile Earth

As I will never know their name

Soma

Soma lies

And tricks the eyes

We are the sullied

Sick, and beaten

Exiled

By our kin

We are feared and

Dirty heathens

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The cult has spoken

Which can’t be broken

As the ringleaders

Spin the lies

Mesmerized

And hypnotized

Soma works to dull the wise

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But the wise they know

That it’s all a show

Put on for glassy-eyed

Believers

For when it’s time

The lights will dim

To break the nation

From their fever