WE WRAP IT AROUND US SO TIGHT

WE WRAP IT AROUND US SO TIGHT




We wrap it around us so tight
Like an old man his cloak
So cold, so old his skin's gone white
And to all us common folk
we seek comfort in it
The fire, the warmth
We keep it close for protection
From the rising of the sun
Till the day is done
With us always
No matter what, it stays
For when we feel exposed
And too easily disposed off
We go to it, like death to the dying
And we stay in its fiery embrace
It fits like a plane in a hangar,
This anger.

We know it hurts those close
Even if it shows,
Every fight remembered,
Every bad thought echoed and heard
Still we hold on to this iron armour
Found on every king, trader and farmer
Though only few of us learn
not to let it burn
Or to keep it close or hold it tight
For the future looks far more bright
Without your cloak shielding you from the light
Without your armour keeping you dim, dark and cold
In its vicious hold, like a miser with gold

And left in your view
Will be something new
A weapon to rip this cloak
apart, to break this armour,
weapons of true power
known as Kindness and Hope
To help others the same as you cope

And with friends of the same kind
you will never look behind
To your once dark world
And the anger you once wore
Like a cat its fur
Would become non-existent for sure.
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My Mutant Racing Roach

I was looking for my broom
In my freaky blue room
When my pet mutant roach
Was lost from his coach.

Was his feed too strong
Or may be I went wrong
May be it was the vanila
That I added to the formula

Oh, now he is quite hyper
As poisonous as a viper.
Now I need to kill
a roach the size of a pill


Though tiny for his size
He is quite a prize
In any laboratory
He'd be a celebrity

Oh whats that ?
My roach is quite fat
Big as a tea-time table
And now he is quite able.

There goes my racing roach
And my chance as its coach
For the neighbourhood race
In which I have lost face.

Oh, no! He will have to go
This mutant roach is a no, no
One strike of my knife
Will surely take its life.

So I took my laser knife
and I took its worthless life
And now it is truly really dead
Without its ugly deranged head.

Mind

Mind

A mind in your head

Could be quiet dead

Or it could be alive

With thoughts of life.

Some minds are robust

Some just need a boost

Each mind is different

But yet the same.

Of many revolutions

Most just wanted peaceful resolutions

Are we looking for the paradise of peace?

Or the blood red world of war?