Man or Machine

Limits.
Rules.
Boundaries.
Mankind needs some sort of order
A guide to direct their caravan
Emotions they feel , all a bandwagon
Call it whatever you want
Religion.
Nationalism.
Law.
Or for those like me , plain simple logic
We're all driven
Wanna-be Nostradames
All the doomsday theories
World taken over by machines
Add to that the bucket load of science fiction
I would like to put my own theory out
What these theories really mean to say is
That , We , The humans , sentient species of Planet Earth
The ones leading it toward destruction
Ignoring every other living being
The most violent of all animals
We are the world's doom
Its bane
We are the "machines" that will take over the world
Machines is what we are now, and what we will eventually turn into
Doomsday isn't a day.
Its what we are living.

A Poem

Why do we write?

What drives one to pour it all out?

Gallons and gallons of thoughts

Showering down from the tip of the pen

The mightiest of all weapons

A simple thought makes a huge difference

Is that why we write?

To make a difference?

To bring change?

To save the world?

No , i don't suppose we start out that way

Some do end up saving the world though

But these are just thoughts

Well , Published thoughts if you may

So what actually saves people

Saves the world

Is what people infer themselves

And what we see in other things

Is what we are ourselves

So everyone is a hero of their own

A Saviour

Poets

They take something from their lives

Beat it into different shapes

Bend into amazing , simple , grand and sometimes cliched metaphors

And there it is , a poem

But why publish it?

Do they seek affirmation? Approval ?

Or recognition as the next great Socrates ?

No one can answer that answer honestly

Because no one knows

I certainly cannot answer that question 

When i say we

I included myself in the "select" group of writers and poets

But what makes us that?

What qualifies our lines as poems?

Honestly , it is just a simple term

Life is the greatest of all poems 

Having all emotions 

All the beautiful little metaphors one can imagine

So , Aren't we all poets?

A Planet Named Misery

Welcome to my hole in the ground
My little piece of heaven
My own prison
Where i lay like a lifeless lump
Stifling my thoughts with the lies i have been fed
Choking on the rotten words blurted out
Hoping , every moment
To somehow end all of this
Been on the edge
Wondering constantly
Is it time?
Is it now?
Is this when it finally falls apart?
When i finally lose my patience , my faith
And just finish it off?
Can't tell how long this will last
No end to this test
My will has been broken , bashed and shattered
Its been lost for some time
Lost on this island of misery
All the mistakes i have made
Punishing myself
If one can't forget themselves
Cant they atone their true salvation?
Can they achieve what they were meant to?
Can one realize their dreams hating everything?
That is why i dug up this hole
Buried myself in this darkness

Annoying words : Fate

How do I know if I'm right?
How does anyone know?
Isn't everything a gamble
Well , Thats one perspective
Seems like all we do is take chances
Everyday
Then how do decisions really affect anything?
How does anything matter?
People who believe in Destiny may be true after all
And maybe every decision we make
Every step of the day
Every choice
Has a result fixed by our fate
Fate has an ominous sound to it
Making us feel hopeless since everything lies in the hands of fate
What is the point of choices then?
Are we making choices just for the sake of choosing?
Showing ourselves that we are in control of our lives?
Is it right?
Resting your life in the lap of Fate?
If it is such
Then what of the less fortunate in the world run by fate
The unlucky ones
'cause some are just a little unlucky
What of them?
Men of logic
Believers of the law of averages
Forget that sometimes life isn't that long for luck to turn in their favor
Fate
Thats what the word can do
Turn the greatest of optimists
And then you ask how can a word be annoying

Inspiration

One shall not search for it
No need to look for it
Strive for it
Inspiration is found on its own
Of its own accord
Inspiration
Or the lack of it
Can make or break lives
The more you fight for it
Search for it
The harder it becomes to find
Where do i get my inspiration
Life
Ordinary , uneventful , boring
However uninteresting it might seem
It fills in your vial of inspiration gradually
Day by day
So sit back and think once as the sun sets down
What inspired you today?

Cornered

Pushed to the edge
My life
Threatens to expose my fears
Putting my insides out on exhibition
Inviting everyone inside my mind
Leaving me open to attack
No protection , no immunity
But my response is
Why do you forget?
Why do you even imagine you can win?
I have the strength to break these walls
The skill to dodge all your blows
Instincts of a fighter
'cause i'm a warrior of truth
And the candor of my soul
Shall protect me from my fears trapping me

What if

What do your eyes say?
Is that a clear picture you see?
Are you sure you aren't blind?
That you aren't imagining things?
Is what you see , true?
Is any of this real?
What if all of this is a dream?
What if all of this some stupid mind trick?
What if you're not even real yourself?
How can we know?
How can we ever know the truth?
How can we ever answer these questions??
Is there an end to such thoughts..
These Random Thoughts....