I
Sometimes, in the dark of the night, I
brood and reason for as to why
the mind rules and the heart must underlie
and how I came to be and love I.
For centuries, the world has warred
for the love of power or woman; how odd.
The fight wasn’t for supremacy, no just cause;
it was to justify a life and hide the flaws.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is at peace
coz before the lust of power, is the love for me.
I don’t need to kill and destroy to prove,
for there’s not much in me to improve.
Nothing to hide or justify, the pride swells unabated.
I watch the world, bleed and destroy, sedated.
I build my own clouds, float and fly over the crest.
The kingdom in the sky is mine, no one can wrest.
For centuries, the world has prayed
to anyone who could come to their aide.
The hymn wasn’t sung in the glory of the Lord,
it was to justify and hide the guilt of the sword.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is right;
no wrong, no sin; coz here, the Bible I write.
Spare me the story of the Good and Evil; don’t tell,
for I’ve already booked myself a room in hell.
The world, so flawed, has wanted me to abide.
They’ve schemed, ployed, to get me on their side.
But nothing can buy my freewill, that I’m certain;
I would rather rule in hell than serve in heaven.
For centuries, the world has strayed,
searching for land, water and shade.
The quest wasn’t for a land, safe and green,
it was to hide the truth, of what life does mean.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is clear
coz to search for the meaning of life is quite queer.
The journey so beautiful, I live each day anew
for if you close your eyes, life would have flew.
Come embrace my thought, I sell you peace;
why do you grind and die, live a life of lease.
Think of yourself as the Lord and pray;
the magnificence will engulf, each day.
With the threads of life in my hands, seems so fine;
I rest and meditate, am safe, in my own shrine.
Howsoever you would judge me, I would never lie,
the fact remains, the centre of the universe is I.
~ dedicated to Kapil and his infectious narcissism
brood and reason for as to why
the mind rules and the heart must underlie
and how I came to be and love I.
For centuries, the world has warred
for the love of power or woman; how odd.
The fight wasn’t for supremacy, no just cause;
it was to justify a life and hide the flaws.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is at peace
coz before the lust of power, is the love for me.
I don’t need to kill and destroy to prove,
for there’s not much in me to improve.
Nothing to hide or justify, the pride swells unabated.
I watch the world, bleed and destroy, sedated.
I build my own clouds, float and fly over the crest.
The kingdom in the sky is mine, no one can wrest.
For centuries, the world has prayed
to anyone who could come to their aide.
The hymn wasn’t sung in the glory of the Lord,
it was to justify and hide the guilt of the sword.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is right;
no wrong, no sin; coz here, the Bible I write.
Spare me the story of the Good and Evil; don’t tell,
for I’ve already booked myself a room in hell.
The world, so flawed, has wanted me to abide.
They’ve schemed, ployed, to get me on their side.
But nothing can buy my freewill, that I’m certain;
I would rather rule in hell than serve in heaven.
For centuries, the world has strayed,
searching for land, water and shade.
The quest wasn’t for a land, safe and green,
it was to hide the truth, of what life does mean.
In my world, my galaxy, everything is clear
coz to search for the meaning of life is quite queer.
The journey so beautiful, I live each day anew
for if you close your eyes, life would have flew.
Come embrace my thought, I sell you peace;
why do you grind and die, live a life of lease.
Think of yourself as the Lord and pray;
the magnificence will engulf, each day.
With the threads of life in my hands, seems so fine;
I rest and meditate, am safe, in my own shrine.
Howsoever you would judge me, I would never lie,
the fact remains, the centre of the universe is I.
~ dedicated to Kapil and his infectious narcissism
