Art Post o.O??

Lately I’ve been crying
Tired of trying
Every new day is a harangue
Life is always a sturm and drang
People be straining to live
Contrive to survive
While I can’t wait till I die
Cause I feel like nothing in anyone’s eyes
But I, I cant rely and untie these lies
When honest–to-goodness, honest to god do not thrive
In this world brimming with sinners
Such web spinners
Entangling themselves in deeper imperilment
You see, putting their lives in derailment
Perpetually undertaking to certify, verify and identify
You yourself to in dignify
Others.
Thank God for the mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
For all the goodness that they bestow
Through sacrifice though
Such compelling souls
But ultimately you’ll yearn for a higher jurisdiction
To console these life conundrums and afflictions
Just mere mortals
While the divine chortles
No, God doesn’t pick up the pieces in your life
One day you, he, she, and I are all gonna die
Conceivably through some tragic door or on a serene day
No, heaven and life just don’t work that way
God redeems your soul
Since hell is beyond control
You think God is a crutch
Except you ought to realize everyone at one point needs a crutch
Cant overbear, overcome, overmatch you hear
Unremitting tears will soon light out your flare
You just got to sight the resplendence of earth
Appreciate this spiritual rebirth
I pray that one day you could
Be understood and act on common good
I know at times you perceive yourself as a debacle
And no matter how hard you tackle
There’s always someone more formidable
Willing and able
No matter how high you fly
Some sly guy will try to defy
Maybe even swing a black eye in a blink of an eye
Seeing jealousy burns in the public eye
You presume you gotta conflict and contest, be strong
Since you have been born to do it so long
Prejudice, emptiness, and destitution
Requires much attention
Hostilities, corruption, and famishment
Please stop these weapons emplacement
Can you believe to be aesthetic?
Absurd scientists be coming up with eugenics
Mass-producing commercialism obliterating inner-beauty
Anorexia is now some kind of civil duty
True beauty is within
I cant remember the time when
Life was absolute due to bliss
Youthful and uncritical times to reminisce
Experiences can make you strong
Fabricating your sense of right and wrong
Everything is a game
Enabling me to put a façade for shame, to obtain some fictitious acclaims
To obstruct, to prevent vulnerability and pain
So I myself restrain
But I have apprehended that this ain’t right
Relationship should be give and take, so I shouldn’t fight
Presently I contrite
Changing this habit will take time
From now on I’m going to be outright
And not live in a fright
Take me as you will
Cause true friends will love you still
I’m not one dimension
So keep attention and stop these tensions
Since all I needs is your comprehension
Not to mention
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind
So why don’t we rewind
And leave everything behind
Live give thrive and strive
I have been revived
- Nicci Chen