Temmydiary

Beyond our outright Looks I see, see them in their simulator accord and bucket shoes, all flashy hair, looks, ambiance, faces and steps doming fearlessly as they walk shoulders fitting in cullers, picking each move in less caution, We're all beautiful as we appear. How beautiful we look in our clothed ambiance a display for what they see and applaud but in the sleeves lives our fears, doubts, fallouts, defeats and worn. I see, see them in nothing, the deceit, the shadows we display. Powder, dust of pancakes, lips in lipsticks, shady hairs and shady bucks in outlandish awe, don't go overripe tomatoes and dench strawberry  it won't outgrow your winks,  we are pissed, all quack in our showglassy appearance  Oh man of few days, we are Job You can't outrun your troubles and tumbles.. but I espouse your courage, Your courage behind the mask of makeup and risen fitted cullers, You still wake up each day knowing your fears bringing procreating multiplying forces in babies of ma...

Hey man, climb high and soar today, you're nothing less than a man You've exchanged stay for growth, to appreciation life than earth. You woke up and smile to the world to have live breathe in and out It's nothing less severe as a consequence we live today to live another. You turn a year close to grave, You added a cubit to responsible, a little frown to the day you were born still wondering why you cried first day, But haven journeyed, what do you see Oh man born of a woman what can you tell. Little but more has been the adventure I appreciate life I have tasted, It is sweet to know the taste of victory and defeat, I haven't gotten it all sweet to purge from sweetening, neither have I blat from the bitters of wormwood. Aging is a gift, utilizing it is a prospect unlimited in what we can achieve mere contributions to the subject of our existence. Happy birthday the boy who yield older, in quietness of your room you' sat and reflect there was no gymnasium in the who...

  It is an open cathedral; it never goes shut six days and six days after matching all on, on the seventh day the young and the old, men and chin, women and hips the small in child with a noticeable appearance of cunt each steps in accordance of uniformity one mindset, two legs in groups of thousands.   Everyone was in haste on their hills some in haste for the front, some for the best view few to meet up in place for attendance everyone with a desire to execute plans, there seems to be a place that suit each desire   know the heart of man, all in the similitude of minds there’s rows and lines, there be columns arranged in styles of standard a place of beauty, an edifice to behold making every mans clustered heart in assembles of unison A boding symbol of Omen in oven.   To dwell in with people of hallway and massive compromise, The way they’re suited and sited in their all woven clothes, Its spills deceit in convenience of t...

Illiberal We pray for the dead, wishing them Peace, we live with the living, wishing them doom, Oh humans! What are we? We're the fault we don't see, we're leopards in skin, the sea of grieves that never rums dry Cain to kill our brother, lie innocent before the Omniscient, we're the burden we can't run from in a dot planet, far in a microscopic view zillion miles away. Dear friends, I am one of you I question the readymade in me but I have no escape route, I see us, too populated in colours and skin, but we're of no difference, we're unified in nature like the nature. ... We laugh to keep malice, we help so to judge, we seek Peace only to make war, we're benefactors of our readymade. Beware! Oh beware of him, He who preach love have hate, he who preach Peace wants war, he who gives arms wants to steal, No truth in him when he condemns lie Listen to him carefully, Yea listen His lips are shaky and unstable when he speaks, there's a contradiction with...