SAEFEXPERIENCE

He sells love to women, She sells love to older men, Unlike her husband, he listens to her calls it hustling, She takes care of his needs for the sake of surviving, They say they are under the upper hand. Five years after graduation, Been telling loved ones to hold on, It’s another year again, Now he betrays older women for the gain He says he’s under the upper hand. I have been stuck in my daydream, To be among the A team, My face seems to be shrinking, My mind is crumbling, But I am still under the upper hand. We all want to be in the upper class, That’s why the worst things in life come free to us, We all go crazy for a couple grand, Forgetting we will all return to sand, At the end of the day, we are all under the upper hand.                                                                                  saefhenryosas

If you knew that you would die today If you saw the face of God and Love Would you change? Would you change? If you knew that love can break your heart When you're down so low you cannot fall Would you change? Would you change? How bad how good does it need to get? How many losses how much regret? What chain reaction What cause and effect Makes you turn around Makes you try to explain Makes you forgive and forget Makes you change Makes you change If you knew that you would be alone Knowing right being wrong Would you change? Would you change? If you knew that you would find a truth That brings a pain that can't be soothed Would you change? Would you change? How bad how good does it need to get? How many losses how much regret? What chain reaction What cause and effect Makes you turn around Makes you try to explain Makes you forgive and forget Makes you change Makes you change Are you so upright

Something in altitude kindles power-thirst Mere horse-height suffices the emir Bestowing from rich folds of the prodigious turban Upon crawling peasants in the dust Rare imperceptible nods enwrapped In princely boredom.   I too have known A parching of that primordial palate, A quickening to manifest the life Of a long recessive appetite. Though strapped and manacled That day I commanded from the pinnacle. Of a three-tiered world a bridge befitting The proud deranged deity I had become. A magic rug of rushing clouds Billowed and rubbed its white softness Like practiced houri fingers on my soul, And through filters of its gauzy fabric. Revealed wonders of a metropolis, Magic-struck to fairyland proportions. By different adjustments of vision I caused the clouds to float Over a stilled landscape, over towers And masts and smoke-plumed chimneys; Or turned the very earth, unleashed From itself, a roaming fugitive. Beneat