Lust is a Song

Nonsense is common

And common sense is not common.

Love is most common but

its real meaning is unknown.

Freedom is a chain that binds

and allures the so-called free.

... 

As Peace is a muted noise within,

and humility is a dying mother of all virtue,

Tolerance is an eruption that hides

in the barrel of guns when

 Prudence refuses to see.

...

Truth is an overused dramatic word,

a paraphernalia of empty poetry.

Answers are but questions designed

 to bewilder and fascinate the  query.

Solutions are but problems, just

one of problem’s greatest inventions.

The most hateful masked himself

with the guise of compassion

to curse the sleeping care

of the pretentious light.

...

If one must must live,
One must be prepared to cry,
to be alone, to suffer, to bleed, to die.
Time is an old marathon man,
who raced and was lost on his quest
for the most expensive clock.
Nothing was served on a silver platter,
not anymore, never was,
for even the silver spoon has decayed.
Everyone enjoys lying down asleep,
except for the diligent rust that stayed
awake to devour the sluggard's crust
of the lazybones's idler's delight.
The Dwellers of Darkness rejoice
bathing in the blessings of sunlight.

Lust is a song that fallen angels sing 

in the dead of night.

...

 

Like God, love is a need 

that sets the hateful

prisoners of lust free. 

Hate is a disease, 

love is its cure.

...

HARIBOL