accoustic rhetorics

there is no simple answer to life,

perhaps to my complex mind,

i wish the love of my life can be of my side,

keeps me passionate and makes me wise,

perhaps this is the dream that keeps me awake

until i realize it maybe otherwise,

but who am i in denial? I wish the answer can be

as simple as who i am in kind,

for questioning is the reason to my autism,

if not the state of my paranoia and the fear of darkness

that keep my faith in subside,

the mystery of fate is not something i can see

what’s gotten in me from history,

my blindness becomes the sin of my ignorance,

the perfect tragedy given to an imperfect

exuberance,

wish that i can be forgiven to what can’t be forgotten.

if only life can be as simple as love for my muse and be

amused, reduce to no abuse or to be accused,

if only i can be a difficult dream catcher…..

Darkness,

fear of uncertainty in suspend brightness,

color of nothingness in hue,

prey to the predatory of abuse and being accused,

lost sight of faith to no review in destiny,

blind to what we get in subdue but we can’t see in sanity.

Greed in play, perhaps,

selfishness in replay on mishaps, 

but what we get used to we can’t see in its virtue,

for satisfaction is what we get in dignity with no sight in reduce.

Have faith is to be content in fate,

never ceased the desire to be passionate,

have feather with no hate,

for sense of humor never ceased to be affectionate,

patient is concentration in proving one’s honesty,

the key to the turnaround in one best delivery.

Darkness lies where truth lights

Brightness dies on heavy eyes

Madness hides beneath metallic wise

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when you get into a mood of judgmental hue,

you can’t see what’s right to pursue,

left with the state of being abused and accused,

for what you cant’ get is the meaning you see in blue.

love is blind,

for temptation is the eyes,

half the true sight,

for  desire is the white lies.

You choose to believe,

for what you see but you can’t get,

you opt to be betrayed,

by what got into you that you don’t see right.

Suddenly,

you see the right to revenge will do you no wrong,

eventually,

what left is the hatred you get so wrong.

now,

fate is in twisted play,

life is a drama in replay,

for it is the reason we live and pray,

destiny we have in faith for otherwise nothing on its way,   

When you are waiting,

you lost your sense of belonging,

when anger is not the option,

you choose to be happy with the wicked situation.

Life is a twisted play,

for what is right would found wrong in its way,

destiny is fate in replay,

for what is wrong would seek the right way.

What left is your virtue,

the faith you have to what is right,

what nice you can’t control nor subdue,

the wrong is never accused for faith will do you right.