So for my second post...I came across some old write up, I can't really say how good it is, guess it all up to the audience (you guys) to fill me in and tell your thoughts on this one....your comments, remarks and likes go a long long way. They are highly appreciated and welcome.Enjoy the read
You could still check it out on this link

http://tweesteadwords..de/2013/05/perils-of-twisted-heart.html?m=1

Yours truly

tweestead


Perils of a twisted heart

What makes our humanity?
Could it be?
The little things we do, friendly pleasantries exchanged with the people around us,
little gestures shown and flowers we send to our loved ones?
The blood ties or the whispers of consciousness that re-sounds in head
Or perhaps, the fact that we a little less than angels and a fraction above the animals
Or how hard we strive to meet the standards of our creator?
 
Does this make up our humanity and who are we truly?

We live in an enchantment of reality
Which never has a happy ending like a fairy tale
At some point, we all must go through the duality of life.
There would be a time to be kind and a time to endure the bitterness,
A time to love unconditionally and a time to be consumed with venomous hatred,
A time when tragedy becomes our stepping stone to overwhelming bliss.
A time when we are regarded by so many and a time when we would be ignored by all

How did we undergo this transition to a diabolical path?
For the days of peace, kindness, love, freedom, amity, joy, euphoria has all eluded mankind
The howl and fuss of the unborn generation washed away from our eyes like dust
Starvation and suffering are the new toys for our children
Guns and bombs are now the ambitions of our youths
Mothers bathing in the blood of their beloved off-springs
Fathers basking in the glut of depression and pain
Hatred is all that we see, cruelty is all we breathe
Misery now seems amusing as it walks with violence on the streets
Greed of tomorrow destroying our yesterday
Our avid of power nurtures stinging nostalgia
Creating a scene for deceit and intrigue as the playwrights
Gluttony portrayed at the center stage
Spotlight focused on envy and sloth
Lust and anger controlling the back stage
Betrayal is the regalia worn by all
And when the audience was silent, pride walked in with all humility
Is this what makes our humanity?

How long shall we be comforted by the aura of a dying soul?
The cry for redemption has been forsaken like the sins in our dreams
To all those deserted, battered, shattered and slandered
The unity of our calamity shall reconcile the afflictions of our hearts
All we need is vision with a sheer force of will not metaphors for control
We hope for a better day, yet another promise broken.

Where then does justice lie?
In the grave with the anguish and compassionate words of freedom fighters?
In the courageous bank accounts of our leaders who are nothing but pale horses snorting like the swine
Are we the arbiter of our own justice or could it be that she never existed?

I look up to a day when we don't have to fight over the abundance of our own stupidity
The day when we shall all be one
The day we love till the world is gone
The day we fight till this war is won

How do we earn this fortune?
We all have defeated our purpose in life
Having the wrong acumen about her

I could take my last breathe to a better life for I have come to terms with my existence, my humanity
But I could never say the same about you.

Nice one..love it

Gracias sir...this goes a long way