Betrayed by our Selfish Instinct

Angered by the selfish instinct that instills in our mind.
Shower it upon the child of the lesser blind.
The feeble tends to move into fear and forced upon regrets.
Sorrows expressed through their blood given assets.

Always looked down upon in the system that cares for us.
Well being is never established in a stubborn society.
It only rots until self realization of goals are attained.
It happens when our minds are restrained!

Good and evil are words of the same game.
We know not who to blame.
The powerful put the needy to shame.
Then  the powerful rise with fame!

Existence is never made to be followed.
It is they who cage us in our luscious open fields.
They who guard us from the depth of our dreams.
They who betrayed us from our right to live!

Architecture of Intellect

The arsenal of power and the design of intellect.
Two  phases which boldly intersect.
Lost you'll be in the world of chaos.
Ever staring at why the world hates you.

Rise of satisfaction and the depression from laughter.
Running away, without knowing what your after.
A stack of love which rises from within.
A turn towards emotions and its lost with sin.

Vortex of terror blinded by fate.
Loosing time, its always too late.
Brushing and washing the memories with tear.
Everyday the end seems near.

Blessed are those who don't think and ponder.
Cursed are those who experiment and wander.
All phases designed like a tower,
Ever paralyzed in the existence of life.
Creating unwanted intelligence from our random mind.
The rest exist, but intellect is blind.

Happy and Quiet

To become a person of the dark and respectful, you  should be one in a million,

and especially truthful.

A person's mind should blend with the dark, as well as scan for those who sit and bark.

Your death maybe your biggest wish.

To eat everyone else is your personal dish.

Of all the people who put the blame,

You don't mind as they are all the same.

Betrayed and laughter surround your mind,

You may never know when they'll stab you from behind!

You cry yourself to ease the shattered pain.

You feel as though you been hit by a train.

Now in the shadows of darkness you lay,

As you have been completely slain.

How you would kill yourself to be all alone,

How you would wish you could turn yourself into stone!

Its not your fault you've become like this.

You put on a cheerful face, and it seems as though your in bliss.

-This is one of the poems I wrote  a long time ago, just thought I'll put it up.