The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly

There are two sides,

To the same coin,

Three to a triangle,

We are everything,

Except the same,

From each other so different,

So vivid, so colorful,

Yet with multiple faces,

And those hues of conflict,

Interactions are unhealthy,

Except when not calm and cool,

A race running a race,

Motivated a lot by greed,

By jealousy, not pained,

By suffering, unaffected we go,

We twist, we turn, words for benefit,

That said is enough,

Meanings lack, so do morals,

Yet ethics spread the smiles,

And we make the world laugh,

With our antics, to win,

To survive, the race is funny,

An outsider will agree,

We are exquisite, one of a kind,

Designed with care, intricate,

Bathed in colors, known and unknown,

Seen and unseen, yet in life,

We are all there can exist,

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

We Fight, 'Cause We Are The Same

We are two, of the same blood,

Neighbors, with a bond, brothers,

From the same mother-land,

Natives and relatives we share,

Yet we fight, we kill, we hate,

Each other, today, from the last 60,

From the day we took birth,

A reason, absent, truly invisible,

We share tastes, we share interests,

We share love too, deep hidden it is,

We don’t differ, in who we are,

In essence we are the same,

Brothers squabbling over a piece of cake,

Unnecessarily destroying each other,

Harming each other, wounding each other,

We can smile, together,

We can lead, together,

We can enjoy, together,

Our cells wish the same,

Though with those bitter memories,

The rebels throw us back, from handshakes,

Bullets fly, and innocent blood flows,

There’s a boundary, separating us,

But no wall to break, then why,

Why are we different, if we are the same,

In blood, in essence, related,

Brothers, carved from the same mother,

For the sake of, no reason at all,

We fight, just because we are the same.

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The Lost World

There’s a throbbing,

In my stomach, I feel,

Low, not mellow, but,

Just like, I’ve gone, below,

The belt, of life, the surface,

Of ice, is choking, I’m reeking,

But I’m holding, steady,

A try, to survive, to pass,

This pass, a crossing, high,

Above, the world, true,

Meanings, undiscovered,

Truths uncovered, true,

Friends, unreal, unleashed,

To say, a lie, not today,

I’m down, but not gone,

I’m retching, this verse,

A burst, of feel, of thought,

Random, a musing, it’s not,

Amusing, its complex,

Of flex, a hex, weird, strange,

I feel, tired, oriented, disoriented,

Lost, not found, I am,

A ghost, a spirit, heading strong,

The future, unseen,

Unknown, missing, unreal,

It feels, so cool, uncool,

A word untold, a story, I feel,

Like a bird lost in his own cage.

A Weird Race

It’s weird, the world,

Strange, and seared,

In a color, too many,

Vivid hues, contrasting,

Coming together, as one,

Unique, different, a race,

Not of life, or success,

But of unity, on this ball,

Our planet, brown,

And blue, and green.

We are different,

From each other,

Quite a bit, a lot,

We fight, we talk,

We eat, we sleep,

Though as one,

Weird we still are,

Here’s some proof,

Here I go, poof.

We have a half girlfriend,

Every hero survives,

And wins at the movies’ end,

We honk on the straight road,

But never at the bend,

We defend, we offend,

That’s what we tend,

To do, always, no change,

We give, but sometimes lend,

But that does depend,

If it’s a friend, close, or enemy,

We try to mend, everything,

Possible, if not impossible,

And plausible too, damn that’s applausible,

That’s not a word,

So this is the end, for now,

‘Cause I’m tiring, but,

I’m still firing, and there’s always more to come.