Preposterous Enforcement

I grew up to be what I found was provocative.
Decorous rules,
Rules that are to be more for the label
Alternative for the co-existence of nature.
To which we follow frantically.
For what is it?
To come and suffer us?
Not for peace and tranquillity!
Those prodigious corrupt bastards
Who emphasize on what to and what not to DO,
For the sake of temporal possessions
that lasts no longer than a decade!
Will these guide me to the path of salvation?
Or to the utterance of drama?
I do not know,
Neither do I wish to.
For the reason that these half baked fundamentals
Do not define me,
However, in what I believe does.

What is in Me, that is Vulnerable?

There is a world within me;
The one, no one has ever seen.
I am complicated than you have ever been!
The face you see isn't what you assume to be,
It is far more what you have ever dreamed it to be!

My heart is what you suppose to be rigid and stone!
By what it has endured,
Is what it is to yield.
For not the sake of vengeance towards the world;
But for it to comply to you and for me.


There is a face beneath this smile,
That some has seen;
And there is another one beyond,
That even I have never identified!
The more you speak to me, The more you unearth me!

The shackles that bind me,
The emotions that blind me,
The paths that drive me,
It is in which I feel protected;

It is in which I feel composed.