The Danger of Being a Journalist

Bogota, Colombia

Conflicting Ideas

"The blind and the seeing are not equal"

"Everyone is equal"

"Thou shalt not judge"

There are those who blindly follow their faith

Pass judgement onto others

Not on the kind of life the live

But the words they utter

They murder infidels, unbelievers, innocents

People whose only crime

Was to believe in something different

And they murder

 Not for the love of religion or ideology

But for power

Justified in the name of ____

Spurred on with the promise of reward

How immoral does one need to be

To do 'good' solely for the reward

But strangely enough

All the ideologies preach explicitly

About the importance of 

Peace, love and understanding

But understand this 

The blind and the seeing are not equal

But the blind often confuse themselves

As the ones who are seeing

Everyone is equal

Regardless of sex, gender or preference

But regrettably not in morals or ethics

Thou shalt not judge

Otherwise accept that thee shall be judged

And be under threat of being exposed

As not only a hypocrite

But also a fool

Throw Caution to the Wind

Come on over here and talk to me

I promise I won't bite

I've heard some stories about you

And I know you're kind of shy

But I always see you here

Animating stories to your friends

Why won't you tell them to me?

Throw caution to the wind!

These guys are boring me 

So come over and talk to me

What's there to lose?

Pride and dignity!

There are only so many steps

I can take  in your direction

Before my legs give up

Every time I look over

And see you with another guy

It puts doubts in my eyes

I guess I'll have to wait in line

Your mystery is occupying

Too much space in my mind

Throw caution to the wind!

Legs don't fail on me

Brain think of something witty

What's there to lose?

Absolutely nothing!

Throw caution to the wind!

She's on her own now

Grab this opportunity

He's coming over here

I hope it's for me

She smiles so sweetly

So stop fidgeting...

He smiles so sweetly

Come on stop blushing...

And then I opened my mouth to speak

And spontaneously...

Extinguishing the Light

Oh please forgive me

I never wanted you to worry

All those white lies

Were intended without malice or deception

I wanted to protect you

From my spiralling life

I thought the truth would make you cry

Adding to my own hefty burden

In that period of my life

I just didn't know how to deal with my problems

Extinguishing the light

That shone down upon

Oh please forgive me

All your efforts weren't in vain

How hard you tried

To change my adolescent perceptions

But all the good advice

Was laced with too much pressure

Pushing me into a corner

Increasing my desperation

In that period of my life

I just didn't know how to solve my problems

Extinguishing the light

That shone down upon me

Oh please forgive me

But I'm stronger for it

Without a guide

I had to learn to take responsibility

Choosing to take flight

In a self imposed exile

Gave me enough space and time

To resolve harmful issues

In this period of my life 

I know how to solve my problems

Basking in the light

That shines down upon me

This Modern Life

I’m sick of this place

Full of monotonous faces

Preoccupied with non-existent dangers 

Life savings spent on the new flavour

Monoliths cold and grey

Sullen faces seeing out the day

All focused on selfish gain

Following the Machiavellian way

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