Hand to Heart

Bring me your hands,
to feel the warmth that's in them.
Bring me your heart,
I'll pour love into it.
Let I into your life
and I'll tell you the goodness of death.

Where have your hands laboured,
that you have forgotten how to Love?
What was your heart seeking,
that you don't know what is Love?
What was your life filled with,
that you feared death?

If you want the truth,
you will start looking for it everywhere.
You will hit high and low to find it.
You will doubt and question everything u come across.

In the end you will know
that hands these hands were meant to serve and be joined.
Your heart was meant to understand,fellowship and worship.
Death is only a transformation of life into a perfect life.

-Lloydoftherings

In-some-mania

Dagger in my skin,
cold and deep.
This chill I get every time I think of it.

Hole in feet,
void and through.
I'm left weak and powerless.

Hands bound to sides,
numb and dry.
I've lost all feeling of grip
The way I feel at slumber.

Arterial blockage,
my heart constricted tenfold.
No deep breath can suffice.

Frowns frozen between
these closed eyes.
The loss of a thousand nights.

Twilight lingers through,
I'm left with a sore head and sunken eyes.
Got to pull self to another bedtime.

-Lloydoftherings

Orient

Oh orient,
the east where the sun rises.
The ancient of the herb drinks.

Big walls stand through your plains.
The simpletons and the democrats,
your hills provide solace for the arts.

We are grateful for your works.
The fortunes lie in our cookies.
Hard toil and sweat brought about change to the lands.

I could dwell in your half existent glory
for years a hermit
One hand that feeds while the other defends.

This zen is not an art
but a means of living.

Oh ehru,
serenade us with your ancient tunes.
The ones that stilled the roaring rivers.

Feed us your grits and the wine
from the farms in your wilderness.
The country folk and villages are who you really are.

Let I graze in your pastures
till I sow the seeds of tranquillity.

Oh people of the clay,
Bring your best men to the front
and let them choose the yin from the yang.

Land of tradition and cults,
the land of bamboo and tea,
calm the uneasiness that lies in your bosom.

The loftiest towers rise from the ground
and so will you.


-Lloydoftherings

my own fear

I have a distinct fear
a fear like no other.
It's not fear in itself
but the fear of me.

Fear of what I'll become
what and where I'd be.
Fear not wanting to end up
taking to bed the same horrors.

What power hath fear, if I had no part in it?
Will I crush my demons and rise against?
This fear welded onto me,
in time it shall rust and peel
away.

My only way to see it through
is to become a better me.
We're never lonely when we're schizophrenic.
Hope to cope but the will to change.

It's never you, it's always me.
don't save me, save myself.

-Lloydoftherings

Dreams with Morals

Some dreams have morals,I Woke up to one,
It said: Live to the moment you die!
Not all days are lucky as these ones
but with a few like these
they make the state of purpose timeless.

These new thoughts from ancient wisdom
have always uttered out; live life in the abundance.
But how abundant and infinite is this life?
For every finite wall we build
it's one decade further away from the abundance.

It's never for us to know our future.
only fools uncertain of who they are
chase a tomorrows surprise.
Our dreams can make us fantasize or create a plan.
If it's in good morals, pursue it!

If we all knew the future,
it would make the art of living meaningless.
Everyone cutting to the chase
and living only for a day
just to see destiny/home.

-Lloydoftherings

Ego has landed

he defends while the other protects.
no compromises drawn,
communication breakdowns.
their character described by its display,
one boosts, the other boasts.
soaring and flying,
a mind of it's own.
no nerve to resist but to overcome.
verbally, forcefully juxtaposed.
sets them in motion;
their "ego" has landed.

-Lloydoftherings

Restless Turkey

Pig on the outside
idiot inside

monkey on the back
demons in the head

butterflies in the stomach
foot in mouth

ants in veins
conditions of the restless
deposits of the wasted and low downs

thinking 2 birds in the bush
is better than one at hand

such spontaneity
only spontaneous combustion

-Lloydoftherings

More or Less

More of this and less of that
master disguise under a hat

Spare me those finished ribs
less to chew more to bite on

I'd trade my apple for the donkey kong
give me something to grip on

Bolts and nuts won't do
I'm yours when it's all through

Like a cigarette butt that belongs to the ash tray.
smoked and burned and all that's left of the decay.

-Lloydoftherings

Future

Forget your history.
Know your humanity.
Forgiveness is it's 1st step.
Great futures need great actions.

-Lloydoftherings

thick for thieves

they called him magnificent
the trader of wit for the goods.
the shoplifter that went under cover.
he was the tricky and cunning bystander
who had the mind of ten thieves.

he was the smooth talker who made his way in strange places.
he's the man with no stakes to withhold
only body risked.
he's the man with eight hands under the desk

they told stories of him on gloomy days.
the kind that made you think was sheer talent.
he was a robin hood for himself.
killing two birds with one stone every time.

nothing was too hard for him.
he'd hit you anywhere, no matter how big the prize was.
people close to him check their pockets twice.
by the time you count to five, he's on his seconds.

he made story book thieves look petty.
his ego was bigger than their reputation.
no match for his genre, he can't be beat
his force comes seven times the effort.

he was the tricks under his sleeve.
the card that was never dealt.
he's the artist that never ran cold.
he's the joker with no jokes to tell.

-Lloydoftherings

beauty

pretty
young, attractive.
smiling, playing, scocialising.
popular, envious, weird, unknown.
revolting, disturbing, provoking.
haggard, dangerous
ugly.

-Lloydoftherings

Martyr's Pose

You can get into my pocket
but you can't get into my head.
you can make paper promises
and choose to tear them just as easily,
but i won't back down my opinion.
I won't tell you what I'm going to do.
I'll raise my fist with the will I hold.
you can keep your money, it does not satisfy.

I'll let my actions and work speak for me.
I don't need your approval to tell my ground.
you can reduce me to soil midst this crowd,
but you're never shaking my tower of comfort.
your outrageous apathy,
I've learned to turn blind to it all.
if you only knew what 'wolf in sheep's clothing' meant.

Many people I've met and learned from.
people I've come to understand are better than you
with their very simple ways of life through humility.
it separates the innocent from the bloodsuckers.
you won't survive in this drowning pool you've swirled.
what use is the voice of ten officers
amidst the oath of a rebel?
you don't trick me with your scheming games.
fool me once shame on you,
fool me twice shame on me.


(passively incomplete)

-Lloydoftherings