GodSpeed!Sidelines have sprung up on us
The hounds of dusk bellow out bizarre tunes
Words of the world are mere words for fiction
Epitaphs are but songs of the children
Cruel androgynous mono chromatic time surges on
Rungs of escape have withered
Effigies of apathy burn and colors the realms with shades of incandescence
Moment of rebirth awaits
Silver is black is gold is love
You mutinous ways of creation have much hope
To be deterred now is a weight not necessary
To drop anchors is to slowly drown
The world urges to see your metamorphosis
Ones who share your love wish for your return
Bring back home your new found self
Or build an empire with your unflawed hands and eternal contemplation
PermanenceThe ship stands alone at sea
Gently swaying in the autumn breeze
The winds are howling screaming stories from the past
Catatonic structures crumble by the shadows of the mast.
For today does not last in the wake of tomorrow but today lives on like the water.
Ever so Serene
Ever so Beautiful.
Broken SonnetEchoes of morning glory linger under the petrol rainbows
Crimson skies cascaded by her long black hair
The decadence swallowed by her jasmine tinted body
The emancipation in her voice
All immorality effaced at the moment of embrace
The texture of love is the skin on her stomach
Her kaleidoscopic eyes projecting slides of utopia
A kiss that makes him feel beyond himself.
To render himself wise he has to grow out of his own skin
Create his own world beyond the carbon rain
Etch his own destination
Find the truth and wisdom in love
Build a ship and set sail...
The OrificeLost in the proses of the questions the world poses
In the dusk of autumn percipitation
And the unbound relentless frost that forms inside.
Wish to vanquish and make tranquil the greylands
and the high roads
Both in the way of crossing over to the other side.
To believe there is more to the world than fascist order
and join the pacifist side.
Walls of the labyrinth are painted with mud, honey and technicolour dreams
And on the walls there is an Orifice to fill them with stories
Stories we live through, enjoy and endure.
We are intertwined.
We are a Story.
Life is just a rideThe eerie night has crept in through the back door. Morning was spent in pursuit of happiness, in wanting to acquire lust for life. These lonely streets leave me in oscillating polarity. No pain no joy no love no hate. The calm outside is only to pose as an opposite to the sweet cacophony inside. The journey to the edge will make us realize that the edge exists till the extent of our discovery. Life is just a ride.
DreamscapesThe outline is halfway done. I want to paint my dreams with stronger strokes, with brighter colors. The outcome should not be a result of preconceived notions. It should be a symbol of my presence but should also reflect on my ambiguity. Every layer should scream of my contemplation, my journey. Now that I think about it I realize that it doesn't need an outline. It doesn't need definition. It should be painted on my shell once I come out of it.
Two Years LoveTwo years ago
I was unaware of my surroundings
When he first held my hand
It felt nothing
Broken love songs were always played
Anger depression is all I felt
When he first held me
In my head
I accept him for who he is
In my heart
I wanted to leave him if I had the chance
When he first kissed me
I wanted his nasty lips to get off of me
I never consider him as a stable partner
Two years later
I was aware of my surroundings
I met a few more
But none were compatible
I felt the need to give up
Until he came along
He was different from my first
When he held my hand
It felt right
I had no urge to run away
Beautiful songs were played
When he held me in his arms
I feel safe and never want to let go
When he kissed me
It felt magical
He's the only one I want
My number one
My real number MVP
24 Hours Left (unfinished, first draft only)Tick tock tick tock
back and forth swings the grandfather clock
24 hours left
it’s nearing time for death to begin his theft.
Tick tock tick tock
the crows begin to flock
23 hours 50 minutes and 13 seconds now
it’s time for me to end my play with a bow.
Click clack click clack
my heels, echo against the floor, the color of a lilac
23 hours 45 minutes and 30 seconds now
I’d like to look my best if death will allow.
Click clack click clack
it’s time for life to face my back
23 hours 40 minutes and 10 seconds left
it’s time for me to begin my own theft.
I walk in on my tiptoes,
time to steal that rose
22 hours 10 minutes and 3 seconds left
I pluck it, my fingers deft.
I walk in on my tiptoes
and when they spotted me my heart froze
21 hours 31 minutes and 55 seconds left
I run before in two I am cleft.
Time for my next target.
off I go to the market
20 hours 57 minutes and 1 second
the chocolates beckoned.
TIme for my next target
I must confess before I forget
Holy as ghostYou are holy
Your absence of light.
Your sharp, clear shadows
Clinging to my bones
Craving for my veins.
In death shall I have the liberation
I have longed for,
Liberation from you?
You block the sunlight
With your marvelous ego
Tempting the beasts to come out.
Yet I love you so.
Vicious CircleOne day I'm on cloud nine, basking in the radiance of the sun, the next, burned like Icarus, dwelling in the shadows of the darkest night.
A constant struggle between what is wrong, and what is perceived to be right.
Forever wrestling with my damning feelings,
trying to decipher what this all means.
Dearly longing for your sole attentions,
having to settle for only a few stolen moments.
Frustrated with the desolation,
and so tired of being full of self revulsion.
Wishing you didn't make my body feel so alive,
but not wanting to go back to my dull and colorless life.
Willing to risk everything for meager morsels of your affection,
But so fearful of the inevitable rejection.
How long will I have to endure this constant mending and reopening of my wounds, bleeding out, but forced to continue to live.
How long can I withstand hemorrhaging from the unhealed lesions of my heart, before I have nothing left to give?
SmilesShe enters, head to toe in lilac.
Immediately I can tell that everything about her character is black.
Instinct tells you, her face says "kiss me",
But well trained eyes can see, her lips are covered in tacks.
I'm captivated by her class
Her style isn't fast
Her sexy is a crutch
I know she's no good but her beauty has me struck.
I'm stuck between the lines of attraction and lust.
Cussed am I, if I can call this feeling love.
It has to be a lie
I'm not interested
At least not in her interests.
I'm too busy drooling over her legs and her thighs.
No question she's been blessed.
Possibly with intelligence.
Still, I can't help but ponder how she looks undressed.
The situation has me stressed.
I'm obsessed with the idea of love with such a creature.
I'm just hoping as I make my move it's not a temporary feature.
As Love Comes Back Round AgainTempers arise
Blind eyes and hearts ignore
A wish for something more
Calm waters and welcoming eyes
Find reasons to hide
What lies deep inside
Is something hard to find
Leads to compromise
An ending to start again
A farewell to a friend
Soften over time
And new memories are made
While old wounds fade
And it begins again
A love within
As hearts have time to mend
As love comes back round again
To us and our firefliesDrenched by the luminescence under the saffron skies, beyond the train tracks and the muddy crossroads we leave our world behind to enter a simpler time. A time to be a child and be amazed by blinking lights. The trees, the wind, the sky and the fireflies will resonate inside me. The beauty of everything that day was amplified and magnified by the presence of her. Some words were spoken though none were required. Nothing could steal the magic. Je t'adore.