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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.
Stay under my umbrellaGloomy sky
Freezing cold wind blew by
I held onto the handle of my rain shield
Staying dry from the crying tears of the sky
The tears drips onto the hard concrete
Cries beyond my reach called out
Broken pain I feel
Sadness I sense
I followed the smell of wet tears
As I walked through the storm
You stood in distance
Holding onto your handle of your broken rain shield
Torn and ripped
Strong wind try to take it away
The handle was let go
You stood under the cold rain
Shivering as the icy water fell onto you
Wondering if you ever find sunshine again
I approached to you with my rain shield
You turn with shocked
Jump in with me
When two sunshine shines together
I will be here forever
You can stay under my umbrella
Full of warmth..And that night, in the frosted streets of New York.
A silent alley way, we strolled side by side.
Our noses numb, chills rolling down our bodies.
Little snorts of laughter, flickering street lights beginning
to fade in the distance.
I stare to the sky, snow softly descending from the heavens.
I wouldn’t take any other moment for granted.
I’m just happy, to spend meaningless, yet precious hours with you.
Through this cold and peaceful night, it feels warm and full of joy.. With you.
Wrapped in this mind-numbing feeling of.. Love, I think..
Yeah, I’m in love with you.
Cliche love song. Ever listen to a cliche love song,
And the melody that comes on describes that one time;
Where the sun was cold
The water was sparkling
As we watched bikers and joggers go by
Arm resting behind the bench back,
And your face was lit up
Like sunset on the banks of Tulum.
I can't forget your gloved hand in mine
You squeezed it like you'd never let go
And you always had a small smile
When I would squeeze back, agreeing ...
Ever here that piano song,
Soft and slow, that reminds you of this one evening;
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.
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