Various Poems

5. Beware Of The Cobra

In my world filled with music, silence was always awkward and deafening
The bass and loud speakers were replaced with crickets and silent sirens
When all doors are shut, and all lights are dim
No one to talk to, no one you can't reach to
Silent isn't peaceful
It's distraughtly unsound and I'm unerringly weary and eerie
Indulge into the feasts of intoxicating truffles of false peace and tranquility.

It doesn't need a heartbreak to write a song
All I need is my chaotic mind and condemned soul
I'm not a lob who lives in a presumptuous and trying to be provident life
Beneath the projectile pursuit, entails an erroneous receptionist in an endeared hotel
A trying hard clone
Like a dying con man
But all his schemes continue to live.

This killable ground is filled with swindlers and manipulative people
Toxic male privilege and fateful futures
The entirety of my catalog is wrongfully renounced
The years of work is stolen by hustlers
Songs full of easter eggs and imagery that is hard to decipher
The bad blood persona, the perceptive supernova
Our partnership filled with karma and trauma
Our era of drama is the only thing I want to reconcile.

Rethink your deals with the devil
Afoot to the light and fight through several levels
You don't want to fight with the queen, cause you'll face the wrath of the knights
Neither do you know she's a fiend, she'll destroy you with all of her might
Feminism is toxic, he said while pretending to be blind
Neither do he know he's already visionless, because his eyes loss track of sight.

A landfill of garbage in the west, filled with clowns, sealers and scooters
Music binds heaven and earth, strings as delicate as our trust and faith
Percussion of battles, horns of wars, and keys of notes with nukes
Music brings people together instead of separating them
A simple sentence can give a life changing lesson
Can you correct your own chess moves and destroy our almost erroneous impressions.

The robbers and clowns have the same wavelength
Their innocence has only a shred of evidence
Stolen masters and manipulated footages
Hello? Any bells ringing?
The face of my cards are pathetic vultures in the feast
Filled with makeup and perfumed lies
A festive funeral for the reputation
Resurrected as a snake and swallowed everyone's heads off.

Beware of the cobra, it isn't a king
It's a queen ready for another sting
Venomous punches and heard screams in the boxing ring
Poisoned plastics that has an attitude like a viking.