The Cynic Communtity

All These Tenses, Are The Same                             ____Miss A Shameless, painful, heartlessness; all the same.... Excitation, iconicity, impatience; all the same.... They said, they said it, said all the same things How they occur, how it ignites No wonder; all of the influence of mine A hard, regard A toughening part of reward But all these tenses, all described Are the same, are the same, so are the lies “Cause all these tenses, all described Are the same, are the same, burning up ties. What, what did they say? It comes, like bliss, on wonderful days... Moving up, underneath; Saliently, the creep proceeds... And you, can’t hold up, can’t win And you, can’t resist it, resist the will I knew it, how they said it These heartaches, all the same These divinities, all the same These words are all, are all but the same The betrayal, the trail, the denial These terms, are all, are all but the same But all these tenses, all described

Smiles of the Solitude                                        _Miss A It’s just, some things put a charm on me, and those are the chimes of blessings It’s been some time, and I say I am fine, and I realize what sets me free, Why people describe children as avatar of gods, Why chirping of birds as the midst of bliss, ‘Cause some things which you can’t prevent, hold your heart down And you want to steal that felicity, from anyone And I treasured it all along, but sometimes you believe, Somehow those keys are in wrong hands, as treasures are perfect for heist. But the devil told me, do what it takes, let no one own it Greed is something, quite addictive, and so am I to my key Can’t get out the scandal, I put myself in, wanting for more, More precious feelings I wish to deal with, add specification to the smile I keep on my face, always there, with perfection, more like a lady And I keep on running and running, from one best thing to other Un-appealed, sabot