Tope says:
Why should I care?
cos when I needed you you weren't there
and you just don't dear
to come around and call your dear
cos I swear
You're to me naught but a memory
naught to me to a figment in my story
cos I forget bad memories like you
thinking of them breaks my heart anew
and I cannot face multiple pain
I just do not care to face you
cos what's the gain?
what's the gain in loving you anew?
but to have my heart broken again
what gain would I have?
When you resunder my heart in half
it's only pain tenfold
pain greater than that of old
Why should I want you back?
when you ways are so ugly and dark
Why should I cut you some slack?
When you heart is grotesque and black
the blood in your veins as murky as tar
the thoughts in your mind............
Seeing them could make one blind
Why should I love someone like you again?
when I know my heart'd be slain again
I'd rather let myself be drowned in acid rain
than let myself die by the strangle of your chain
Friday, 9 March 2012
The walking dead
Tope says:
He walks in the midst of the living
but in his being something is missing
he seeks escape from the void in his mind
he's as lonely as a chick left behind
he looks but doesn't see, listens but doesn't hear
cos his mind,his consciousness is elsewhere
he's like a blind man in the lion's den
he takes note but doesn't understand
in times of trouble he doesn't know where to stand
his ignorance is as baffling as it is grand
he cannot differentiate one from ten
he seems never to learn
always the same blunders again and then
he lives like a zombie
no goals,no motives,a non-ambitious trauma
as long as he still takes one step after another
he believes he's become what he can ever be
but he sees the ants,the mosquitoes and bees
always unrelenting, forever industrious
the rats,birds,squirrels he surely sees
so hardworking all of these
he does but doesn't care a floss
he likes his life just the way it is
he looks at himself and loves what he sees
He walks in the midst of the living
but in his being something is missing
he seeks escape from the void in his mind
he's as lonely as a chick left behind
he looks but doesn't see, listens but doesn't hear
cos his mind,his consciousness is elsewhere
he's like a blind man in the lion's den
he takes note but doesn't understand
in times of trouble he doesn't know where to stand
his ignorance is as baffling as it is grand
he cannot differentiate one from ten
he seems never to learn
always the same blunders again and then
he lives like a zombie
no goals,no motives,a non-ambitious trauma
as long as he still takes one step after another
he believes he's become what he can ever be
but he sees the ants,the mosquitoes and bees
always unrelenting, forever industrious
the rats,birds,squirrels he surely sees
so hardworking all of these
he does but doesn't care a floss
he likes his life just the way it is
he looks at himself and loves what he sees
The Glutton
Tope says:
He possesses an insatiable spirit
wishing he had everything in his stomach
an endless,dark ,gastric pit
with no stopper, no seal, no rack
he eats like he's never going to again
in his mind,only edible things reign
in his view, only cuisines are in vogue
against lack of food,he becomes a rogue
he is a selfish uncontented glut
a lazy man with no worth
he doesn't deserve a space among men
for he prefers for them to go hungry
than his stomach to be unfilled then
he prefers to eat than make money
He possesses an insatiable spirit
wishing he had everything in his stomach
an endless,dark ,gastric pit
with no stopper, no seal, no rack
he eats like he's never going to again
in his mind,only edible things reign
in his view, only cuisines are in vogue
against lack of food,he becomes a rogue
he is a selfish uncontented glut
a lazy man with no worth
he doesn't deserve a space among men
for he prefers for them to go hungry
than his stomach to be unfilled then
he prefers to eat than make money
A mad man
Tope says:
He scatters every place
with his trouble and craze
his memory of sanity all erased
he doesn't back down when fazed
his only nemesis is a whip, a cane
in his mind, only insane thoughts reign
a mad man filled with malaise
at the least things, his voice will raise
his mind is an unnavigable maze
of sanity or sincerity, he bears no trace
he cries within himself and giggles outside
the dimension of his madness,so vast,so wide
as insanity's stallion gives him a jolly good ride
He scatters every place
with his trouble and craze
his memory of sanity all erased
he doesn't back down when fazed
his only nemesis is a whip, a cane
in his mind, only insane thoughts reign
a mad man filled with malaise
at the least things, his voice will raise
his mind is an unnavigable maze
of sanity or sincerity, he bears no trace
he cries within himself and giggles outside
the dimension of his madness,so vast,so wide
as insanity's stallion gives him a jolly good ride
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