Saturday, September 2, 2017

Indoctrinated Philosophers (Poem)

One can laugh & one can cry
but free as a bird,one can fly
to venture into an adventure that's full of danger.
It's their freedom, it's their life.

People want happiness,right?
some find bliss,yet some get misery
all in gambles,they look like sorcery
some survive alone,some for their family,
n there are some believing in celibacy,
who need no husband,need no wife

A complex idea,artists clarify,simplify
A simple knowledge,intellectuals confuse
Artists express with individual practice
Philosophers question,public only use.

Older,a little wiser,while enthusiastic are youth
And pure are children,yet all are the same
those listening to their soul are free & divine,can influence in a wide range
And don't underestimate,those souls have seeds of change.
But right now,power enslaves reason & peace is but for a season.
Cause in this world,the Omnipotent are different everywhere
The Omnipresent are missed here n there
and the Omniscient seem very unclear
Their Conscience keeps vanishing & faith is no longer dear here
only worries are near,accompanied by fear.

Death is uncertain,but don't fear no knife,
Rejoice till you're alive,just stay away from strife
live on freely,peacefully n happily,cuz dear,its your life.
so live how you want,still love even a plant,
you can reach your dreams,don't say you cant.

Still! Why,Socrates had to die?
Why,Galileo had to lie?
Foolish traditions in different religions,that's why.
And each religion makes the other one cry
Why?
Isn't good your God?
Isn't love your religion?
Is your God really in the sky?
Oh my! Then why u make em cry,Why?

It's so sad that the world is turning so dark,so bad
once intellectuals are now slaves to the fools
their knowledge are now nothing but tools
Like their dad ,couldn't acknowledge,
couldn't see virtues in his lad,when skepticism was all he had.
a lotta people's perceptions so narrow,only a few think wide
mocked here now is wisdom
The time is worse,only barbarians,only back biters,only capricious autocrats,
Leaving us no choice,but to sit and bide in our hide,until the ride
to far away
To the place where we'll be free to wonder
undisturbed of hurricanes and thunder
Cause philosophers want answers,with curiosity their power,
They only ask,it's their blunder
so they're mistaken as rambling idiots
But the idea contained in their innovative minds,searching different possibilities,
is useful for the welfare of all mankind which is on the brink of deformation
through foolish strife;intolerance;incomprehension.
Those talking the truths fear drones and choppers
Some die willingly,some as true lovers
While some are dominated,brain washed and forcefully caged
by duffers with outrageous tempting offers.
In fact we need 'em,and they wanna be free,
Indoctrinated Philosophers.

-Sachét
(Published in english.ratopati.com)

My Fire (Poem)

Do u wanna snuff my candle out?
Do u wanna put an end to my Hopes?
Do u wanna put out this light?
Do u wanna quench my fire?
No! I won't let you, let me Shout!

Don't you fall down, grab on these ropes!
I could never hurt you even with all my might!
To do all but good for you, it's my desire,
and this is my Fire!!

-Sachét

Confusion of Trust (Poem)

Brother, don't follow me,
Please don't come with me
I may even be walking with my enemies.
Go away, to home,
to father, to mother, to sister, to gramps.
Don't tell me to stay, I really need to go.
n don't come, don't look into my problems; look at your own; and tell me if they're big.

Brother, don't call me out aloud, they might notice you,
how much you grew, n what you threw.
so now, let's just split apart, we'll be fine,
we have the Heart, we still have Love,
take pride even being apart,
we still have Hope n we still have good inside...
Even time bends, one day I'll take you with me,
when I'm really with my friends!

-Sachét

Drinking Blues (Song)

What do u think?
Is it so much fun drinking after such a long time? Is this an occasion?
It seems you've forgotten silence, your tongue crime! Is that your occupation?
Your urge to pry n purge... Is ur crime worth ur time?
You work too much, still not a dime...
Your head hurts n aches, its fine!

Add a little lime!
Now drink n match The rhyme!!
Drinking booze. You lost your shoes.
When? Whose idea whose? No clues.
Some freaks snorted while some sniffed glues, while the classic folks clung to booze.
They drank feeling tougher than their steel-toe leather shoes.
But impurities grew along with their booze.
'Cause They wanted to snooze, trying to forget their blues.

-Sachét