No More Bullshit !

This is not a poem or song,
Well telling with a really bad pain,
I am done with this world.
The world of absolute blasphemy.
They just want what they want.

No mindless bullshit anymore.
they don't have time for that,
they are moving fast enough to just 'get to the point' syndrome,
to get their minds and hearts tuned to the fruits of wealth.
Nowhere in this world you can find a friend who can take ,
what you are really saying. they feel its mindless crap.

No heed to anyone, no words said.
Heart to heart and mind in my mouth,
but no one listens, i scream, but they you traveling with the speed of light,
No time to stop and listen to my minds pondering s.
Its like getting lost in the crowd.....again.

I am sick, not with fever, but with this trash,
No one has the mind anymore. they are busy with rock and roll,
their music is my disgust, their wealth is my disgust,
I don't have any , none, i am worthless??
May they live forever......

Started to realize the world is obsessed with milk and honey,
No words of truth, no world of heart, no love,
children are no more learning to grow, they are instead growing to learn,
honey thats the depleting ozone has to say, we are just guests in this world now,
never no when we shall be up, gone and away,
but you will live forever , the disgusted world........

Kill me More

In love and in hate
in war in peace, man forgets,
the main theme,
the natures quest for justice, gets me with surprise,
it lets me analyze the perfect plan, and still the rivalry remains,
the tiff between man and man, and man and nature.

The brilliance in the plan, the technological excellence,
the martyrs of war, the terrorists who die, the nature's wrath,
connections well beyond imagination, beyond human understanding.
Th plan is to kill more, and more and more,
both nature and man and woman.

The grandeur of His plan, the not so much popular games,
the resistance to polictics,
can you gain me a world. the more money i have the more people i can buy,
but can buy nature? well i buy land, buy trees, buy sky, buy space, buy everything but nature itself.
we are its children, but we have overpaid our dues.

Respects have become insults, gestures have become statements,
money has become power, no longer caste , race , sex, holds bar, bar me ,
i am a liberal, but they will kill me. they don't understand.
i am tiny , but i cant be a hero, because hero is just an imagination, fiction.
we all are heroes, we have the power over us, all we need to do is kill.
the more you kill the more you kill,
kill him , kill her kill all, kill me,
kill me more than anything, or nature will...the time has come.....
the killing has begun........come kill me more.