Missing.

I sifted through white sands in coastal cities, longingly searching for an
answer; explored every cave, and even sailed all over the Atlantic.
Asked every soul that I encountered, but it was all in vain,
there was no single solution that would soothe my pain.

Shared stories of my travels with priests in churches, and in temples,
traded secrets of my findings, with my fellow weary-eyed wanderers.
I picked up every pebble, and peeled through blades of grass,
climbed ancient trees silently hoping my sadness would not last.

Tribes indigenous to Africa taught me how to be free,
through them I learned that life could be just as peaceful for me.
Ventured to the corners of the world to no avail,
escaping from the truth could not change the fact that we failed.

I meandered through the Sahara, without a caravan,
then risked everything as I narrowly evaded death in Iran.
There is nothing that compares to the deafening silence underwater,
but even there I was unable to swim away from my problems.

I closely examined the faces of everyone that I met,
looking for something that reminded me of you, so I would not forget.
I pored through the pages of ancient manuscripts and texts,
for divine guidance on the steps I should take next.

There was no cure in the Amazon, nor did I locate it in Peru,
the Andes mountains only intensified my longing for you.
I left no stone unturned on my quest,
yet I was still unable to dislodge our love from my chest.

Restlessness prevails without an end in sight,
you will remain lost, another casualty of life.
This vagabond heart of mine rages to let go,
alas, it seems there is no remedy for missing you.

Current Events.

Society is in decline, the blind are leading the blind;
fear ignites the masses, then sends the least evolved among us into frenzied states of havoc. 
History is repeating itself, as certain lives are still worth more than others,
in two millennia we have not accepted that we are all brothers. 

Race was created to divide us, then the class system created larger rifts,
and somehow we cannot agree on what the damage really is. 
Unnecessary evil is broadcast into our homes,
as the media controls so many of us who hang on to its every word. 

Incited by bigots that are hiding in plain sight,
we have lost the ability to distinguish between wrong and right. 
Their hateful politics are the same ones future generations will condemn,
unless the world continues on its fall from grace into mayhem. 

Tricked into believing that democracy exists,
the enlightened need to revolt to save us from this infernal abyss.
Truth is such a rarity now, that it may as well be obsolete;
we survive on a diet of lies, and for dessert we eat deceit.

All of this corruption and chaos are a socially transmitted disease,
caused by counterproductive us vs. them ideologies.
When you treat the privileged equally they think they are being oppressed,
anarchy would even be more structured than this mess.

It’s no wonder why many turn to their faith for guidance,
in this age where human lives cost less than diamonds.
Despite looking out the window and viewing all the widespread decay,
we are still being brainwashed into thinking that everything is okay.

The very definition of insanity is repeating your mistakes,
then somehow expecting different outcomes, on different days.
Disillusionment has drowned us, we have become desensitized to war,
thousands of civilian deaths are worthless because a terrorist in the west killed two of our own.

Is this the world we want to leave for future generations,
whose innocence had no part in creating this desecration?
It is time to break the cycle, so that we can remove these chains
that bind us to our past failures. We must finally learn how to be humane.

Some Friends Have Scales.

Your words were like pages torn from a novel and left out in the rain,
without any context, they would never make sense again.
Confusion was all around you, hurricanes followed you wherever you went,
with blind faith, I saw right past it all and still claimed you as a friend.

Eventually, it became too much to bear,
you tried to break my spirit several times and expected me not to care.
Rarely there when I needed you, where were you when I was destroyed?
Stupidly, we would always reunite, like my integrity was just a toy.

I wanted to slander you, hit you where it hurt,
worsen your tarnished reputation, and drag you through the dirt.
Instead, I chose to rise above; I know your wits are no match for my intellect.
You already lead a simple life, filled with cocaine and regret.

I thought that lightning never struck the same spot twice,
but somehow I kept getting hit, because I ignored sound advice.
You were a snake, and I was immune to your bites,
like a city of sin, you lured me in with flashing lights.

You told me what others thought of me, though you knew I was immune,
yet you continued on like a broken record, kept spinning the same played out tune.
You refused to play by the same rules you set for everyone you knew,
which is why you preyed on the insecure, like young, dumb blondes without a clue.

Nobody enjoys being the perpetual victim of domestic abuse,
not even the most naïve would be so obtuse.
Sooner or later they all smarten up and leave you in the past where you belong,
as you sit and chain-smoke your cigarettes, refusing to ever admit your wrongs.

Your apathy is no longer edgy, but you’re too dense to be anything but numb;
more vile than your violence, you should know by now that you are scum.
Count your blessings while they last, for soon you will have none.
Laugh it off though you're slowly dying on the inside now that we're over and done.

The Worst.

It was in the shivers, the tingles that started at my neck and ran up and down my spine;

your touch left me weak in the knees, my body electrified.

My heart was on fire, I never knew desire like this.

You could do the least and send my spirit soaring, it is so effortless.

Our hands intertwined as we shared all our secrets,

and made one another promise we would always keep it.

We discussed philosophy, talked about fashion, and science,

until we gave in to temptation, and decided to try it.

I lead and you follow, chase me around in circles,

bite my lip, never let go; come into my world.

I could never resist you, I don’t ever wanna give you up,

I’d be right next to you and still never feel close enough.

The love between us was flowing, the passion always escalating,

all you had to do was lick your lips and I was scintillated. 

The vibe was always right, our connection was ethereal.

Your kiss tasted better than Cinnamon Toast Crunch, my favourite cereal.

I’d make you put on my cutest sweater, just so I could undress you;

shower you in my fragrance, nothing is more sensual.

My fingers wrote you love letters in your hair,

then trickled down your back, you had me gasping for air.

Breathlessly I would whisper sweet nothings in your ear,

then give you that look so you knew I wanted to take it there.

My butterflies were fluttering, bursting with joy inside of me;

we were as meant to be as covalent bonds in chemistry.

I don’t know much about algebra but I know one plus one equals two,

it doesn’t matter if we win or lose it all, I want you, and only you.

Our bodies collided until sweat was dripping between us like waterfalls,

crash into me until we are one--baby, make me whole again, fill me up with your love.

I start convulsing, I feel my toes go numb
you get me lightheaded, fireworks fill the air every time we are done.  

I hold you closer, stealing your warmth and energy,

feel my heart racing, you really got the best of me.

Is it the worst thing that I only want you in the worst way?

That’s just how it’s been, ever since our very first date.

Your skin against my own, is like no pleasure I have ever known.

All it took was one simple look and I was hooked, I knew that I was home.

Endgame.

With my head no longer being held underwater by your ghost,

I greedily fill my lungs with oxygen,

now that I know what it feels like again to breathe.

Held hostage for too long by love that refused to stay afloat.

Shipwrecked heart of mine lay at the bottom of the sea,

barely beating, broken by the change you brought about in me.

Buried, like the treasure that we could’ve been,

I wash my hands clean of this failed experiment.

Tsunamis nor earthquakes could bring us ashore.

Lost to time, forevermore.

Until we resurface as a myth,

for no one would believe a love like ours could exist.

I woke up this morning and wrote your name in the sand.

I've done that on every beach I've been on since I met you,

but I'm never going to do it again.

I'm ready to move on.

This beach will be the last to know your name.

Written carefully so each grain of sand would know our pain.

My memories of you wash away with the rise and fall of the tide.

As waves crash into us one last time,

I say goodbye.

Some Unholy War.

Each holy man there is, is convinced he's better than the next,

as his right hand tightly clasps prayer beads, whilst he judges others with his left.

Piety the reason that he wakes up every day,

just to forget that only God can judge, even if someone is gay.

Whether devoted to the gospel or in submission to the Muslim holy book,

many of these zealots cannot be told apart from crooks.

Their lies are so often inspired by an agenda that remains hidden

amongst claims they will be forgiven for each slip, no matter how forbidden.

 

Living in the future, they are consumed with the afterlife,

but it is so convenient to forget the rules every time they take another wife.

These hypocrites misinterpret ancient words however they see fit,

when the truth holds no advantage from which they could somehow profit.

Wars have been fought over less than a few acres of land,

both sides convinced the blood was spilled as part of their God's plan.

Self-righteousness surrounds us, humanity has ceased to exist,

replaced by laws made by hateful pastors and religious nuts like Kim Davis or ISIS.

Who can say that religion has done less harm than good,

when it can be held responsible for divided neighbourhoods?

When practiced with humility, it can be a beautiful thing;

praised for the prosperity it brings, and turned to for guidance in times of suffering.

But more often than not, Ten Commandments are ignored whenever we commit seven deadly sins,

we are so conscious of all our imperfections but ignorant of our blessings.

False prophets preaching in the streets take advantage of our desperation for something to believe in;

the confidence with which they spread their ignorance is rarely seen as deceiving.

Mankind will only survive this state of emergency if we unlearn all that we know,

once we accept that religion hinders us more than it helps us grow.

There is nothing wrong with having a little faith,

if it inspires love and does not advocate messages filled with hate.

God has no religion.  There is no more need for these unholy wars,

let us not be so insecure that any offense is one worth fighting for.

Muslim, Christian, Hindu, or Jew; there will always be power in numbers,

lest we forget that before our dogma divided us, we lived together as sisters and brothers.