Poetry Post 69

Projection
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end

War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero

Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land

Poetry Post 68

Trapped Childhood II
Still stuck in my room of isolation
With no friend in all creation
Left in this cold lonely room
Stuck with my sadness and doom
Once again I go out of my shell
Once more where the people dwell
Again once more people with no repentance of their sin
Back home to stay and never come back again

Prison Safety
Soul secluded
Love alluded
My mind is void
Protected from being paranoid
Never seeking more
Just to be given a chance to endure
I am never touched therefore never harmed
But the burden of being alone makes me alarmed
The price of security
Is to never be free
Never to look out and see
And let others receive me
I let everyone stay the stranger
Just to keep me out of danger
But there is no pain
Like love lived in vain
To desire fruitlessly so much
For the tender love in a lady's touch

Trapped Forever
Left alone looking out my window
Locked up and not free to go
Lying around with nothing to do
And no one around here to talk to
Life is very lonely when you don't have a friend
It has been that way for me from beginning to end
I don't know why I am stuck here
Just living alone with my fear