gloom

Scent of death

Who are you?

what am I?

this is life--

we're passers by.

 

radiance falls

& fragrance lingers

this subtle numbness

tingles through the tip of my fingers

 

could love fill the empty room?

 

this desolate space,

it consumes 

the human race,

like a black hole 

a vacuum to the light in your soul..

 

hazey eyes

gloomy skies

sunshine cries--

the funeral's today..

 

the windows shine

stained glass

colored in disarray

 

I prayed to God, may you stay..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2.24.15

For

This is for the one who never gets sleep at night.

This for the one who's always into fights.

This is for the one who never slipped a smile.

This is for the one who's been travelling for miles.

This is for the one who's still finding life's right track.

This is for the one who loves, but is never loved back.

Most importantly, this is for you.

I hope you had a bit of a clue.

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corpse

Folder: 
human beings

 

 

.......

 



dark gloom covers me




eerily toxic and cold




staring at dead eyes






12:30 AM 7/28/2013 ©



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Author's Notes/Comments: 

photo is not my creation

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Scribble naughts and.... * Theories

 

It was not a choice place of meeting but serendipity had other ideas. How she laughed at me, her toy her play thing, a human study in a petree dish. Human. I laughed at the thought that I had considered myself half absentmindedly as part of something that is so foreign in nature to my own state of being.

 

The petals of life seem to fall haphazardly as the wind that blows decides to take them. And the wind is a temperamental creature. I understood the air, it was closer to my existence than any other moving thing. as thin or as weighted as the conditions allowed. Of substance one moment, of nothing the next, pushing vapours and gasses where they could go. It was understood because it moved as it could and it has always been so. The wind rather like my own life force seemed to be able to nudge, push or shove its way into the crevices of unusual quarters.  I have never till recently have been invaded by way of another through my own mechanisms. This was puzzling, a confusion and an a realisation of my imposition as I studied my own. What was it this 'thing!?' with such power to take me from my own purpose?

 

This was an exercise in futility dragged through an alien landscape, led by compulsion spurred on by the held hand of chilike curiosity. why had she turned left instead of right? she had no calling to go. It was the flicker of him that ghosted her interest. a haunting fascination held in flickers of surreal memories half had, half dreamed.

 

 I did not know where the line, clearly blurred now started and ended. Had i crossed it? was I still crossing it? Serendipity laid tricks like it was her main core of business. Cunfuzzled fools in the making. I had joined the ranks of the impressionable.  why was her shoe stuck in a crevice four yards back and why was the rain so cruel? Did it have to hitch a ride with my elemental companion force? More dread. A drowned rat making a resigned trudge through the torrent of cold abysmal lashings.

 

Damn this shadow chasing, damn this coup! damn serendipity and my hostaged fascination! I could not wait to reject this fool, johnnycake come lately and his whiz tricks and spritely friends of fate. I had my own allies, and in that moment of resolution felt my eyes in tandem with my smile brightened... why had I not thought of this before? More wizardry? i turned abruptly. I will go the other way! She had thought it best but instantly became bested by the dark figure she ran smack bang into.

 

sweetness and hell all in one instant as she smelt a warm musky scent now in tandem with the sharp sting of pain shooting through the cartelge of her nose snapping back against a hard chest... She fell to the floor, a tangled mess muttering... 

 

Disfigureing fool, infirm of purpose! I am cursed by this wretched enigmatism! Will this 'thing!?' Not let me go? I catch sight of my happenstance assailant and one slash of recognition my anger fell to the floor as shock formed its bubble around me. 

 

"Watch where you park that thing!" 

 

Bubble bursted! vapour droplets of shame prickled as they fell onto my skin. A rawness of emotion took over.

 

Well I... I- suddenly Interrupted by a choking rage. I did not count on anger being such the rubbery force it could be. it had flung its self as far back as was optimal and was apparently on its way back!

 

Unstoppable...

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tbc... Draft.. still working on it.... 15 

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Back To Us

I need a sign,
today, maybe tomorrow
and Ill be there
I know i ask too much
I just need your touch
I’m true to you, and it wont fade
not tonight, not in my reality
what more will a sign do for me
what more can i ask of it
Is there something left of us
tell me yes, and i will profess
my fate gloom’s upon it
but yet i seek it none the less
I discover a grey outlook changes nothing
no frown makes me need you less than before
I’m still here transfixed
I’ll die like those from before
hoping till the last moment
for something more

e.a.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Any constructive criticism would be most welcome :)

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Samsara

Cycles of doom, repetition of imaginations, rebirth of sufferings and fears
Drowning of peace, loss of vitality, death of soul, slumber of fruitless dreams
Pain in rivers, regrets in seas, sorrow in oceans, blood in countless tears
Mind in dilemma, hopes in locks, passion in chains, horror in searing streams

Desire be crushed, Love turns to lust, innocence clouded with bestiality of hell
Nature be ignored, serenity turns to myth, tranquility stranded in plains of disaster
Inspiration be dulled, Invigoration turns to idleness, emancipation in ties of comatose shells
Religion be spoiled, belief turns to madness, lies of the past, fears of the hereafter

Provenance of truth, origin of blissfulness, extractor of cries and silencer of screams
I plead for a light of transcendence, a guide to peace, a liberation from sorrow, and instigation of life
For the agony is swelling, the emptiness is overtaking, and reality is fading in blighted beams
And the weights of these burdens shackle the threads of courage, grinding it with shameless strife

Breaths turn tainted and lungs be smothered against its nature and fuels of will
Blood pulsating with a rhythm deviated and in rejection to the harmonies of bliss
Suffocating is my freedom, beneath the cloaks of fallacies by which my heart is stilled
Lost is my way, cast into chaos, burning are my eyes, with memories I reminisce

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Fade

Dark it is, yet again, as confusion and loss of security consume my mind
Lost in streams, stranded in dreams, with nothing but anguish to feel
Longing for respite, craving for a light, searching eagerly for a sign
I lay back and yield with tears to shed, accepting that my heart is sealed

Throughout the distortions of dark, whispers of temptation pierce my head
Displaying images of tormenting nature, altering my perception on reality
Twisting foundations of soul and serenity, casting me numb with silence to be bled
Permitting not a moment of calm or stillness, invading all aspects of mentality

Eager I’ve tried to escape the cables of endless suffering, to feel a hint of peace
To refrain from paramount pains and stale sorrow, so that I may feel alive
With the torches of hope and the breaths of resurrection, the hymns of darkness will in time cease
So that the shackles beneath my feet be unfettered again, for redemption, to strive

For if yet again my spirit is smashed and bliss is lost, being stabbed with daggers and spears
Casting me in a situation between the moments of life and eternal death, where a decision is made
I’ll smile and recall that the world is a playground with its silly puppets and empty tears
That down a fall lays a rise, within chaos there’s surprise, and with love, fear shall fade

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Thunder

Lost are the souls of current youth, lashed with the ties of politics and greed
Struggling relentlessly, we aim towards objectives that fail to feed our soul
Blind to reality, we sacrifice and exhaust our spirits for what we don’t need
And fail to embrace a totality, by which our perception is not of distortion, but of whole

Harder and better we work, more and more our vitalities being mercilessly constrained
Towards an abysmal destruction, where our minds cease to understand simplicity
Easier and easier the torment, less and less is the alleviation of such enormous pain
As we lay our hands down and surrender, accepting with delight shameful captivity

Values downtrodden and inspiration not with ease to come into being
Love disdained, strangers we’ve become throughout the illusion of our sight
Cessation of emotion, disabling of interaction, pulverization of essential feeling
Loss of stimulation, robbed of liberation, cast purposeless into blight

Transcendence and meaning we crave, towards a horizon where souls freely roam
Unhindered by dogmas and fruitless game, where our existence guides asunder
So that we may intake the light, sense the joy, and finally feel at home
Where fear strikes us not, and our mind bursts with the freedom of surging thunder

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At Heaven’s Shore

Emptiness greets me again, draining all signs of life from the brilliance in my eyes
I stand lost in chaos, and all senses of founding control seem to fade away
I shake and tremble in a drowning fear, one which shatters my soul with unheard cries
One that binds the essence of my perception, and leaves me blinded from the light of day

Dreaming for transcendence, hoping for the desires of my heart to be met with true understanding
And not twisted with modern expectation of what ought to be able to achieve
For this is what my mind has lingered upon, for the embrace of my inner being’s innocent offerings
Rather than be dwindled with senseless ideals and dogmas, and be told how and what to believe

I’m growing sicker of this game day by day, my breaths grow shallower and swell in pain
My mind’s sinking deeper into sorrow’s formless hands, and it beckons impulses, it calls for more
It cries out for a hint of relief and respite from the pangs of principles, and a refuge from shame
It longs for the arrival to a far greater place, one that exists only, at heaven’s shore

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