Casuality of the Surroundings

Our surroundings passes as we fly,
Left to nature we rely.
Boundaries left by memories of pain.
Nothing to do,except complain.
Existence forced through mortal grounds.
Watching as fear takes it's rounds.

Not all is lost in this body of ours.
Spirits survive by monumental towers.
Though we rise, we tend to fall.
Knowing one day, we'll stand tall.

There are no true forms one can take.
There are no true forms one can fake.
Tortured by pondering over who we are.
Invite the surroundings and your journey wont be far.

Encircled by Corpses

Forced upon where we do not belong.
The only option is to be strong.
Dull and feared are the minds of corpses.
Dependent they are to decompose to dirt.

Final stage of the corpse is attained.
The living left through suffering and pain.
The stench of the dead chokes the living.
The claws of death drags the being.

Though the crowd of the dead decompose.
The living should not follow the same, but oppose.
Different purposes and different thoughts  lead to the same goal.
Forced opinions and similar emotion leads to  dead without soul.

Proceed with the judgement of being alive, and you'll be alive.
It takes time for the real judgement to arrive.
Hack the claws of death to survive.
Follow yourself and thrive!

The Fear Mask

It is not the fear of self which creates our flame,
But the fear that others will rise against our game.
We believe in unwanted emotions, when we can be satisfied by apathy.
The false judgement in witnessing the inner beauty of beasts.

Pretending to be more than human, which makes us a star.
Abolishing that aim which doesn't get us far.
Offended by insults from the lack of pain.
Is like surrendering to  a cause without any gain.

The flame ignites while the smoke surrounds.
Choking the innocent all around.
The face of fear is not a good mask.
Allow it remain and attain an  unaccomplished task.

Erasing the "Earth"

Floating objects are a treat to my sight.
Even though the reason maybe wrong or right.
A walk towards your passion in dreams of bliss.
Stumbling upon memories you want to miss.

Troubled times lies ahead in my reality.
A fake but pretty world I escape into.
Not knowing the reason  of true crime.
I end up in a world where everything is mine.

Where love is captured through the blink of an eye
Emotional pleasure and a clear blue sky.
A world filled with no tears or cries.
A world not knowing the meaning of lies.

Back to the real world where my problems are awake.
The real world where my tear fills a lake.
Society heightening  my sense of fear.
Everyday dreading the end to be near.

Confined to your Mortal Gods

Sounds from your soul may disgust your God.
All of them stop but you are odd.
You keep pushing further till you fall.
You are small yet you stand tall.

Beneath their feet we lay.
Rotting and gasping for fresh air.
Grinning and laughing with their awkward stare.
Why are we chained by their selfish thought?
Is it our destiny to follow them and rot?

Gaze upon the sky and tear through the universe.
There is no limit to life or labor.
The one who supports is your savior.
The one who oppose is your tamer.

Inspiration can be drawn from ourselves.
Follow the road ahead and do not stop for them.
The more you move, the more you can see.
Prevail in the existence which you are supposed to be.

Honor Your Sculptor

Open your eyes and you will see.
Friends and foes are conspiracies.
Sharing and caring will make a smile.
For the joy of satisfaction once  in a while.

It all ends when opportunities arise.
Stabbing the bond with miseries and lies.
For there is no honor in the history you shared.
No love for the people who brought you there!

We seek only greatness in our lives.
The excuse, for cowards and prejudice wives.
Where is greatness without the rise of honor?
Where is love without the rise of sacrifice?

There is more to  human than selfish goals.
Calm and quiet like how the stream flows.
Wash away those fake tears of demise.
Cause your all demons without eyes.

Generation of No Reaization

There are places to go, people to visit, and spirits to release.
A drug filled world we live in, never free.
The chances of survival are south bound towards our inner self.
Will we ever know ourselves in time?

Measured creatures  running about, not knowing where they stand.
Power is easily attainable, at the palm of our hand.
Shifting universes and blinking stars shows the picture of an unnatural object.
The blood filled human will eat his soul, unaware of his rightful goal.

We are yet to reveal the true identity of our form.
Complexities are increasing in our minds for no reason.
Simple ways are no more and the up rise of unwanted intelligence has no end.
Existence is a straight path but it is we who create the steps and bends.

Spoiled sadistic minds grow ever darker as we grow old.
Always following what we were told.
Reasoning does not help on earth.
Self realization occurs only at birth!

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!

Greater than the Bold

Diminishing thoughts of dreamed goals.
Wishing if you could escape into the open.
Vivid mind erased by societies rising power.
Destroying bridges when its half made.
Hopes and dreams fade.

Greatness comes after being thrashed and shoved.
It doesn't matter if you are loved.
It goes against the brick you stand on.
It goes for the rope to hang on.

Truth in judgment are blocked by the ones we care.
They lead us in a path which is unfair.
Fools follow this path of delusional bliss,
Wondering if their glory has arrived.
Achievements of no meaning,  making them feel important and blind.

Look away from those who detour your route.
Follow your mind in the world of greatness.
Fill it with the true meaning of destiny!
Even though society is against you and me.

The Weak and the Wanderer

System of donkeys made to follow by the superior flesh.

Rising above with unforeseen power, connected by a mesh.

Retaliate and you shall witness no dreams or future.

Jointly stitched by artificial sutures.

We are made to follow what they dream and desire.

Following the proper order and attire.

Creating the illusion of pointless intelligence.

The weak emerge from their emotionless pit.

A life of difficulties the wanderer faces.

Ever reckoning to end the broken system.

A life with dreams and desires of his own.

The weak points to him as a stone.

As we turn weak, our mind turns to gold.

A precious stone with value but nothing more.

We are made to believe that there is honor in following the system.

A system in which the judgment is controlled by the upper hand.

The weak are made to sit and never stand.

To dominate is not a sole purpose but a cycle.

Without the cycle, it is only a single entity.

Remove those who tighten you with invalid rules.

Explore and question those weak fools!

Path of a Righteous Mind

The ultimate price of pain is when your killed through pleasure.
Miseries collided into a barrier filled with shocks and sorrows.
Let your own soul not know the burden you carry,
For it is a very heavy load.

Depression leads to tears of oppression and rebellion.
Let them not stand in your way,
For it is they, who have freed the monster buried beneath your soul!
It is they , who pleasured you with hopes and goals.

A quick rain of thought and you gaze at yourself with spiritual eyes.
What are you becoming............?
You must move forward and end their lies.
The violence must be controlled through swirls of vortexes in your head
It should be silently approached instead.

Your own path shall save lives!
Your own path shall help lives!
Your own path shall inspire lives!