freshlybrewedoddity

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Promises of Promised Lands

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For promises of promised lands, full of greenest pastures

Captured in the couplets, and coupled with catharsis

Two birds of a feather pick apart the carcass

Balanced on a razor blade, stolen from the barbers

Full of truths and lies of traitors, tattletales and pastors

The line is hair-thin, who will cross the fastest?

"Down with the machines!", sing the Molotov martyrs

"Death to old regimes, or oligarchs", regardless

They're righteous in the right hands, yet their feet land far left

Well it's an unsettling scene and their dreams are pretty far-fetched

Abandoned by Father Time, eternally they're bastards

'What's it like to be God?' paint the famous artists

Unfamiliar to redemption, buried in the marches

They're new to self-esteem, but veteran anarchists

Who've forgotten how to breathe and thus believe the bards as

The seekers of serene speak seldom of the scars and

Cuts and burns and wounds that led them to the stardust

Way beyond the space-time, or deep into the marshes

The masters of the strings of fate weave it in their garments

Reminds them of their scorn, and ages of their torment

Surrounded by the filth, they'll clean out their hearts of

Fresh survivor's guilt and dust their old carpets

To get rid of the musty smell that's plaguing the apartment

With centuries of chaste choices cherry-picking charges

And decades of decisions that still decide their darkness

In moments of critique while they're second guessing arson

To justify their means, an end to all the vices

For promises of promised lands on some ancient parchment.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Masterpiece

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What's a masterpiece that won't revolve around the sun?

What's a masterpiece stuck in time, feeling glum?

What's a great artist if he's chasing highs that he created

While his newest work's depreciated – only tolerated

In honor of something done a lifetime ago.

What's a masterpiece that wants to hide behind a gun

And revolts only when the trigger finger feels the burn?

He's a purist for the pranks; and thus the guillotine would hang

Above the tourist in the ranks of those that won't recant

In honor of something done a lifetime ago.

Masterpiece! Masterpiece! Mediocrity, catastrophe!

Golden trophies and championships

Throwing shade over shiny things

Screaming quietly, powerless

Whispers leaning to cowardice

An egoistic that power trips

Living for the shock value

Let the distress devour us

And the paint overpowers us

And it's painted on murals

What impaled, disemboweled them

It's insane, undeniable

The colors scream for mercy

They're overused and it's tiring

The same brush strokes, the similar semi-tones

The canvas stepped on by those lesser known

Unfettered and unseen, the stains won't come clean

The panels demand reverence undeserved

The artists are still painting new leaves, undeterred

To breathe life into bones and flesh

As new bodies groan and fret

So they don't follow the same patterns

And worship the same idols that had us

In honor of something done a lifetime ago.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Grief

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I grieve different, we all grieve different.

Now a shower wouldn't heal

What being drenched in rain could make me feel

Fists clenched, all in vain and on my sleeve

The snarkiest of thieves among the weeping crowd of kins

The whole family had grieved, another branch fell off the tree

They never could've known how the birds encaged would sing

If somehow they had escaped and had a chance to flap their wings

But I digress, it's not of consequence it seems

It's quite a stress, and it's taking all of me and all of things

That they perceived as divine and so pristine

Were deceiving deeds of greed while seeming sweet, so saccharine

Now what happened? They ask

You don't seem fine. No.

What's happening? Nothing, really.

Oh! It never occurred, that you wouldn't care

If the sky was upside down for me

Or if I could speak in colors and draw music or

If I had daggers in my feet!

Nothing really, I say

It's not worth your time

You never even smiled while he lived

And now it seems he's the reason for your swollen eyes.

I don't like to say hello and you could never say goodbye.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Timelapse

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A new advice for my newest vice

We never glance at the verdict twice

In hindsight it was perfect, right?

They salivate over minute slights –

Is it admiration for art? Or adoration for hearts?

Or just another excuse that we need a new start?

When every little cog has been playing it's part

With spirits heightened, but

Limbs shake as we're shivering, frightened

Treading all alone through the valley of silence

Searching for a savior to die for our sins

An innocent child, a little lamb with the purest heart

Sacrifices leave red on our hands; that's who we are

Hundreds of lives later, we look around and see

War and peace, a calming breeze, wrath and jealousy

A short relief, some more disasters; then repeat

The cycle of life and death, and the powers that be

Pose uneventful threats – premonition for calamities

And plague their dreams, in a place unseen

Where the gods are falsified

And even the warmest hearts turn to ice

Hoping for a return to life, they fill the air

With chants and cries –

Alas! That won't suffice.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Too Sunny for a Funeral

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It's too sunny for a funeral

The sun is shining, the sky is clear

That's not how funerals are

That isn't how it should be, not today

It's grey clouds and cold downpour

But today is different

Way too bright for a gloomy procession

How such a bright day could have someone falling into the deepest, darkest slumber

Eternal rest, they call it

He didn't need that

He could have waited until fall, she mumbled at times

Nobody was in a hurry, so nobody died

They knew him as a nobody, so nobody cried

So fortunate for the sunny skies

They compensate for funny crimes

Not much, just one each time

Eyelids underlined as islands in an ocean of teary eyes.

It's too sunny for a funeral

So don't die today

Wake up, repeat the sins

Break a leg, even if it bleeds the shin

Don't mind the rains, they're heavy today

So the sun will shine really bright tomorrow

And that's why I'm asking don't die today

It'll be too sunny for a day full of sorrow.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

On Utopia

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Utopia - a perfect place

Some say it's heaven, some say it's on earth

The terrace above the stairs, behind the pearly gates

Some go so far as to say it's just a myth - imaginary

Perfection is a subjective matter

So does that mean utopia, too is a subjective concept?

What's perfect to me is imperfect to you

Why, the utopia to one person can be hell for another

Like the utopian flag of a tilted swastik on a red background

The perfect place, without any oddities

Sounds a little boring to me

If it's all good then it's all the same too

So what makes the difference?

I like to view the sunrise while standing on my terrace

My friend feels like jumping off the same place

My terrace is my perfect place, my safe haven

For you it's an escape from your reality

It's all the same, yet so different

It's just a matter of perspective I guess.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

The Storm

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The storm never died, it just moved

From roaring in the skies; clattering the doors and windows of houses

And flashes of lightning so bright as if the sun had risen at midnight

It sparkled in the tears I shed, seething as the blood rushed to my fists

It resonated in my cries as I banged on the doors and windows of my home

Or the remnants of the building that I once called so.

Now what am I to do, with so huge a flame and nothing to burn?

I want to set something on fire, to see something get charred in the embers

To see something be demolished, destroyed, devastated, doomed, and turned to dust

To witness a life take another as sacrifice

To hear the masses screaming as their hearts turn to ice

So that the forest that once was, would make way for the new saplings

And the next generation remains unaffected by the happenings

Of the outer world.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Chasing Dreams on the Road Less Travelled

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The flames of zeal in our hearts burn bright

Pick the road not taken, and be our own guides

And even if we fail, surely we'll turn tides

Just to peek at the secrets the sun hides.

A rat race in this cut throat world

Everybody running, dreams unfurl

Gripping onto hopes as our fingers curl

Weaving our journey, and now it's burled.

Fears and doubts creep, anxiety seeps

In the mind's deep ends; shaking our belief

A wounded ankle makes it hard to leap

But a strong willpower is ours to keep.

The shadows clear as the victory shines

Leaving all if's, but's and maybe's behind

So we hold our heads high, and wear a smile

Before we sleep, we'll traverse some miles.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Thief's Monologue

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The brightness blinds my eyes, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling

Reminds me of the stars inside the Limousine; I'm feeling

A little itchy; with all these gold and pearl pieces

My right eye twitches. Oh! How the money pleases

I see the diamonds, the rubies and sapphires

Reminds me who I truly am, it's like a satire.

I'm wearing linen suits now, no ragged hand-me-downs

Still I feel you look at me as you would watch some clown

Perform the antics to entertain you, make you laugh

You're insane! You! You're never out of your mind

I envy how you never lag behind

I hate how you brought me here; it's an unknown world for me

None of you know my struggles just to live another day! It's hurting me

This fake consolation of yours, these fake smiles, spilling the expensive drinks you pour

A single look at you and I'm feeling impure! I don't belong here, yet I can't move out of this hall

As if I'm frozen in my stupor, feet stuck to the floor

Oh but the diamonds allure me back; I'm a slave to this habit

I can't leave unless something's missing

From someone. I'd pick a bracelet or necklace

Slip it in my pocket, or shoe, you wouldn't notice

Avoid any cameras, bodyguards or janitors

And quickly scurry off before you question your belongings

And question my belonging

And all that's left is longing

For you will never see my face again.

How can I illustrate my lust?

It's a heavenly high laced with angel dust

There's a certain thrill to it

Knowing I might get caught, but I still do it

It's a rush I can't explain

When that smile leaves your face, replaced by remorse and pain

It's cathartic if I make it rain; one little slip and it's all in vain

Yet I feel so comfortable in this darkness

As if the trauma is therapeutic, as if the curses favor music

As if I ever had a shot at true freedom, I would still lose it

But these riches are elusive, they pull me in

And shine like sun on my morning blues

That's why I steal from one and spend on two

Everyday life of a lowly crook.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Trying to get back after a writer's block...

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Untouchable

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I am the greatest, as pure and perfect as they come

I am what you should aim to be, aspire what I've become

I am untouchable by the likes of you

Even my smallest steps are great heights to you

They bow down before me, they avoid my gaze

They act insane, they do whatever I say

My words are commands to them, I speak with authority

The greatest of all, the symbol of purity

I do not seek this crown, yet I relish in its glory

I am untouchable, and this is my story.

I am the ugliest, so impure and unholy

That's what you've always told me

I am your scapegoat, to bear your sins

I am untouchable by the likes of you

My life's a mere sacrifice to you

I bow down to everyone, I avoid their gaze

A lowly servant at best, to do whatever they say

I hate how you look at me - those eyes filled with disgust

As if I was born a slave, and each of mine must

Always be told as if we're nothing more than dust

I hate the way you act so phony

I am untouchable, and this is my story.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Inspired by the album Kids See Ghosts

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Kids See Ghosts Sometimes

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Kids see ghosts sometimes

They see them roam around

In their bizarre attire, lost in the mire

Of the human streets, and jungles of concrete

With their peculiar faces, in all the different places

The kids see ghosts sometimes

Like the shiny eyes dancing on the tubelight

Or the two tailed scruffy being staring at the moon like

The kids themselves look at the spirits

Their faint whisper, can you hear it?

The kids see ghosts sometimes

In the alleyways and corners, hiding from the sun

Where we see nothing, they can see the smiling ones

With the large teeth and seven eyes

Or the one that's swimming in the sky

Don't ask them how or why, miracles beyond life

The kids see ghosts sometimes

Sometimes they play together, maybe they're friendly

Dancing, floating, flying, or simply sitting intently

Looking at the other kids

Watching them play and smile and cry and laugh

Knowing it's only a matter of time

Before they stop believing

The kids see ghosts sometimes

The ghosts exist on pure belief

For the hearts that are worn on sleeves

For those unlike me

For I was torn between

Whether to grow up or be free

The kids see ghosts sometimes

Five summers ago

I listened to the grown ups and believed in them

Around the same time I stopped seeing them

Disbelief is their arch nemesis

Still they reside between the nooks and crevices

Of the houses and shops alike

But they've travelled so far, far out of my life

The kids see ghosts sometimes.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Thoughtless

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I see the bloodstains on gloves

Did I confuse pain for love?

And I faked my words, faked their trust

Was faking it all till I could take the brunt

And stand, confront the consequences

Of my actions and impulses

Smoke and ashes, fires burning

The stars aligned, the rain confirmed it

Laid in bed; kept twisting, turning

Broken mirrors, kicks and punches

Can't feel my face, I flinch, uncertain

Should I bare my flaws or should I bare my fangs?

Should I dance along as the raven sang?

Asking am I brave enough?

I long for the freedom, but do I crave enough?

The spirits poured in,

Eyes welled up, but did it rain enough?

I mean the heart is just an organ

The tears are only orphans

The winds roared, and it was storming

I heard the noises, and silenced them

The only way I knew, I silenced myself.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Dream's End

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I had a fever dream, of a utopian state

A town with no slaves

A city with no plagues

A flawless place

Somewhere I can feel free

Where I can be the real me

Where the crooks don't steal

Where dreams aren't killed

Where every obligation is fulfilled

And lives are more than just red and blue pills

Where the birds don't have to sing inside cages

And love isn't just some ink on torn pages

Where colors don't fade

And we're not divided by borders or races

And we don't have to read between the spaces

And we're not forced to sing each other's praises

Where the world is at peace

Where heaven and earth meet

A place where a perfect society could be.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Lady of the Twilight

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She was a little too shy to pry into dangers

A little too wise to take candies from strangers

She saw the money, saw the power

She was drawn towards it

Played the game and placed the bet

But jackpot's a cursed myth

They say it's brand new money for the nouveau riche

So she splashed out a little - brand new gold teeth

A brand new victim born to steal their dreams

A brand new witness to speak of things unseen

She can see their faces full of envy - green

Points the gun at anyone; they don't come clean

A brand new jester for the old elite

Holed up and caved in they shatter the screen

Aiming for the throne of the gone regime

They say the crown is too heavy for the ones that gleam

She was the chosen one - the highly esteemed

Picked up then picked apart - a movie scene

She needed a voice; she wanted to scream

A sorry fate - she knew nothing outside extremes

And she's gone now - unheard; but she's always been.

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Moonchildren

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You stay up till late at night

The only hours when you're not judged

When you feel free from the shackles of the day's monotone

So you color your nights with every shade you love to use

You know it's bad for you

You stay up till late at night

But that's the thrill - doing something you're not allowed

They never let you stay awake past eleven

Now you're giggling, crying or just bored

But not asleep, and now it's a quarter to two

You know it's bad for you

You stay up till late at night

And you read a book, or watch a movie, or just keep scrolling

Anything to feed your eyes - they're starving, glowing

The screen seems to suggest something

The screens scream for your eyes to have a taste

Of anything and everything they want you to

You know it's bad for you

You stay up till late at night

The only moments you have to yourself

Nobody to please, no deadline to meet

The slumber is golden, but this silence is sweet

So you savor the taste, maybe you're addicted too

You know it's bad for you

You stay up till late at night

It's like a soft lullaby, but your eyes are open

You stare at the screen, you glare at the clock

Reminding you there's not much time left

Before you have to go back to the annoying sunshine again

You can't fall asleep this early, it's only half past two

You know it's bad for you

You stay up till late at night

Wishing for an escape

Just a small ray of hope, a slight glimmer of the moonlight

Even the faintest echo would be enough

Just something to keep you up until you make it through

You know it's bad for you

I stay up till late at night

Singing a song for you

Hoping you hear it

Knowing damn well you do

Because it's bad for you

-by me

[freshlybrewedoddity]

A short poem I wrote a long while ago. Thought it'd be good to show how I progressed starting with one of my first pieces.

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Trees

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The trees tell the tales of seasons

Of summer, frost, rain and reasons

Why they shed their leaves in fall

And how they answer the animals' calls.

How they bear fruits, and house the birds

They teach a lot, yet speak no words

The trees tell the tales for ages to come

For fools and wise, for the old and young.

[freshlybrewedoddity]

Hello, world!