Wish Season

What do you want from this season?
a time all make wishes,
For no real nor special reason,
The wild beast of desire under no leash.

Desire for what can only be held,
The want of what we want owned.
Crucial reasons gone into naught,
Oblivion for that which should be felt.

Tis hours like this, days from the celebration
One should sit, think!
What's to be chased and what shouldn't,
What's not lost that we find.

Alas! tis rare to see such thoughts.
These lot I know, care little for truth
The heart's joy they care less
Being able to do, they ignore

They deserve no blame, only need enlightened,
Life's joy; more important to desire.

Importance of being Weak

Be weak
It helps
Be sick
It helps

The weak gets looked down upon
The weak gets underestimated
They also look up to people
They appear useless to people

If you're strong, don't show it
Surprise them
If you're strong, show that you're weak
Surprise them

Let them not see you as competition
Competition gets the hostility
Hostility breeds hatred
Hatred hinders your progress

Appear weak
Surprise them
Convert them
Without a fight

It brings honor
It'll brings Respect
You bring Prestige
You'll bring humility

A lion needs not roar,
It is heard.
It appears weak,
Yet all know its strength.

Be weak,
It helps.
Be sick,
It helps.

They, Intrigue I

Linear learning he employs not
Parchment filling he does not
Scroll purchase he makes not
Quill purchase he does not
Yet his presence brings silence
Yet in his voice, awe came
Yet in his walk, head held up high
Yet in his speech applause sound
Yet in his words bring intrigue

Then he met her.
His ways changed for her,
His ways changed with her,
To them, his life; a fancy.

Linear learning he began,
Parchment filling he started
Scroll purchase he sought-after
Quill purchase he held high
His 'touch' gone, his presence banal
His spice; away, his voice common
His walk; awe gone, His stomps dull
His talk and speech, now normal
Robot he became.

Because he met her
Her ways changed to him
Her ways changed with his
And their ways changed to envy

Chamber of Falter

Chamber of falter, I call you
Place of little interest, a feel double
I love you not, I love you naught
My Loathe for you not tangible

Convenience with former relish
Ones you prevent me from
A task you take, dusk till dawn
Loving hate of discourse's sound.

Behavior that makes you mad,
Ones you make me see so bad
Prizes I desire not, on gold platter you present.
I want escape, All I got was dreamscape

Hours on rambling fuels rage
Rage from listening like a man engaged
This in hope for former times
Times of refreshing relish

Times I'll be on my cushion mat
Eyes closed in my hat

Lost Piece I

Allow me the time and space, a say on that feel
The need to protect, a feel gentle and fierce
The feel of glee in the feel, a moan in speech than beats
Great and mighty fell, city of babel forbidden yet true

Allow me a say on the feel, its act
Souls lose to it yet win in it
Lips say less, more said hips
Uneasiness below and a shaky hand tone

All that is felt is felt more
Till the burst of lost more

Work and Toil

The work and Toil of each day
The head pain that cries at noon day The tempest that frolicks in the depths of our being
Tasks in piles that haunts our sleep

The loathe for dawn and lust for dusk
The sweaty palms from the night before
In vain it seems, more work work more,
Toil of hours and little to call ours

The ones at home think we are living life
But we weep at the thought of life leaving us
For days and twilights we continue our quests
For without it we fail life and its tests.

Wars in our Hearts

We have faced worse wars in our Hearts
Wars of what's right and what's wrong
Ones of what's light and what's dark
What's moral and immoral

What ought to be and what is
What shouldn't be and what won't
The pleasure of evil
The pain of good

One relish immorality and risks to perish
One should savour morality and gain favor
A tough battle tis when asked to choose
Ease or pain, war or peace

We have faced worse wars in our Hearts
We know what won but rather ignore
Morality and virtue in this decadent world
That is the hardest war of all

My Brothers

We search for what's not lost
We lost what's to be held tight
We've been made to despise what's true
And embrace what's untrue

We sought to buy useful trash
That throws a gash into our gold stash
For respect and reputation we've sought-after,
Even more when there's a price slash.

I call it trash, once bought brings rot
We don't mind the rot so long it cloths
A premature desire for what shan't be useful
For in this time what stays is what's done

My brothers will not hear of it
They live in this moment and no more
Open the blinds that make our windows blind
Unlock that door that has blocked the way for the clock

Let's see what's to be foreseen
Let's hear what'd been forewarned.