lifeless

On July 24, 2012 © Stani. All rights reserved

how does it feel never to exist
yet revel in the thrill of
dreams and hopes
that exist in mindless ramblings of truthfulness?

terrible words spoken regretted
stories started never-ending
twists and turns
all they had to hold on to

holding on to faith blindly
action speaks louder than words
walk through the maze
labyrinth of deceitfulness

what good is love
if all it brings is pain
heartrending coldness
suffocating to the uninitiated?

anywhere the wind blows
bending yet never breaking
hope held on to
belief that tomorrow will be better

misery

On October 12, 2011 © Stani. All rights reserved

stormy weather
weary all over town
old man
insanity in the air

laughter, forced
from within
misery cold jangled
pursuit of happiness

another day, another penny
political elite
financial elite
colluding to enforce economic slavery

take to the street
the street of walls
sit-ins, lie-ins
taunts from the ivory towers

breathtaking depravity
young and fresh
enjoy while it lasts
icing on cakes

past meets the present
future reflects both
nothing changes
it's all being done before

lip-service
payment for loyalty
hatred deceit
reward for good-naturedness

see me standing alone
long tall one in my hands
cocktails of agadagba mixed shots
heads bob with no understanding

runaway, runaway
where there any where
here almost all gone
oblivion obscurity

Broken

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Broken

on March 06, 2009. © Stani, All rights reserved

you don't understand just what it means

to be in this enforced state of lethargy

with your long necks and big, fat stomachs

filled with the fat of the land.

broken yet un-bowed, never will

spirit-filled, waxing stronger each and everyday

hoping and praying for the hero

there are none, for heroes are simply zeroes.

stiff-necked fools, imbeciles, wasters

talk about there being no jobs, no food to eat

forty million and more unemployed in a single entity

comical yet i cannot laugh, weakened enough as it is.

look around you, can you see, can you understand this?

these times are horrible, yet for these people it has always been like this

hardship, turmoil, oppression, dejection

up in your pedestal you cannot see this.

forty million and more thoughts growing against you each and everyday

not wishing you well, who would?

arch-destroyer, arch-fiend, sinister joker caught up in the play

the macabre all you have ever known, legs raised, cackling with joy at my pain.