Noir...

As her knight fades into the night,
A thousand questions begin to unfurl,
Dressed in deceit and debauchery,
Masked in the promises of love...

Sensuality was one with his blood,
Sowed his seeds like fierce arrows,
Arrows aimed at an innocent woman's heart,
In all her love and virginal faith...

As primitive as the Earth,
She wanted to sense the fertile fire within him,
Caressing the land which bore the soil of insolence,
She started her expedition to the heart of the motherland...

The motherland that thrived within its own ruins,
The Motherland where life began,
The Motherland that saw deep destruction,
The Motherland that bore cold, loveless children...

She dug deep within the Motherlands soul,
Only to be left wounded, empty and shattered,
Then she headed back,
She never took the dark road, wound within its own mysteries.. 

Vampires...

Sunlight was like a battle of gloom,
Came down like a war within the not so vitreous spirits,
For the apparent sinners it was a time to rejoice,
Experimentalism was like the blood that flowed within their veins...

Sunlight for them was a time to hide,
Time for critique ,
Time for suppression,
Time for repression...

Sunset was a gift from the underground,
Imbibing the spirits of the imbibed,
Walking the dark twisted streets,
Into the dungeons of lunacy...

The lunatics would judge,
Distinguish between the river and the ocean,
The river emptying its soul into the vast path of dreams,
Dreams that even the core of the Earth couldn't stop...

Just as the river became one with the ocean,
They walked to the other side,
Away from condescending eyes,
Away from a chorus of extreme bigotry...

They entered a world of frolic,
A world where sensuality from the pores of mother nature,
A world of hollow morality,
A world of high mortality...

Let all my morals fade with the disappearing,
Let my principals seep into the other side,
Let the monkeys of my mind emerge,
Let them become one with the world....





 

No survivers saviour...

The light at the end of the tunnel might just be lethal afterall,
Gripping you in all your vulnerable spirit,
Trump of awareness over submerged evil,
White noise to ward away the ghosts of the past...

Artifically drawn intelligence,
Status in a ruined nation,
Unfurled in the most pitiful path,
Washed down with guilt...

Submissive to induced fantasies,
Bought off by woes of adulthood,
Must follow the leader,
Then bite his legs off...

Bureaucracy Mercy

Hidden chambers of discontinues cliques,
Showdowns of the innocent walking the nitty gritty path apparent prosperity.
The lapse of time for the power we had to retrieve,
The instinctive hierarchy.

There's nothing like a true show of power,
Instillation of fear was a cheap thrill of the gods of this castle,
All big fishes in a small pond of insane followers,
Must bow to the subtle hand that lures the people of this cradle...

Innocence has greater adverse effects,
Can drain instinctive maturity,
Thrives for the greater pretense,
Years of triumph at the mercy of hollow bureaucracy.. 

Biological clock...

Our days seemed to have only become stranger as they unfurled,

The very foundation has revealed its vulnerable side,

Weakened by the bounds of a numbers greatest myth,

War torn for the battle of prosperity...

The behavioral analysis of a deceptive mind has become to a halt,

The fundamental serpent of mockery is now immune to disgust,

Repulsive only to the rigid mortals, 

As they now accept humanities greatest tragedy...

The frail old mind of a mortal is weaker, 

Imbibed all the wisdom, 

Wisdom, an apparently faithful friend of a lifetime,

Just to lose it all to senility... 

The fickle promises of childhood is a struggle to bury, 

As our fertility demands a perfect suitor, 

Which makes way for all those lost dreams,

Reincarnated by the gust of mating season... 

There happened to be a time when youth was a righteous possession, 

As we fiercely enjoyed it and watched it slip away, 

The fertile offspring envisioned dreams which the elders devoured, 

As they taught the young how to become a scavenger of a higher order... 

A skewed perception of time hovered over my head, 

Blissful ignorance let me dream as days turned into years, 

Here's when the prime of my youth turned into an antique, 

Here's when a withered stage of life came to stay till death..