Innocuously unconscious...

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of my dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered bodies and crushed spirits,
Using their newly acquired air of individuality to stop the infection from spreading...

There were days she used to bleed for them,
There were days she made a new world of stories with her tears,
There were days she questioned their unity and separation,
Now those days have broken with the break of my dreams and wake of my lids...

The lovers, with their deeper lust and intense attachment,
Feared as their fatal attraction ceased into a pitch black void,
The companions, who bore the other half of the dead souls and beautiful bonds,
Watched as once merry monotony was now a far fetched memory,
The nurturers with their fusion of life, care and separation,
Now watch as their creation enter another world...

She watched from another dimension of the skies,
Mourned in her sleep,
As she woke her tears were bone dry,
Psyched by the heavenly icy cold cold lullabies...

They waited for time to turn just so that they could reach out to her,
They showed her sights, sounds and seasons from her childhood,
A couple of decades ago but long lost in altered perception,
Even tried moments of breaking her into the past that never was,,,

She now ceased to believe that they were living beings imbibed with emotion and ambition,
More so mere characters in her dreams,
Bold and beautiful as well as dark and grimy,
Mere puppets of her unconscious side of the coin,
Who watched as she died many deaths,
Who wilted away as she was reborn with numerous lives...      

Classic Transperancy...

The sinister nights of war, 
When our regiment was equipped with artillery far from capable,
When our sense of well- being wept in agony,
Waiting to surrender to impending doom...

My fellow men begin to make peace with their gruesome destiny,
They begin to curse their inability to foresee, 
Every inch of their body accepting their vanquished controlled,
The subtle martyr has walked even further into the checkered shell...

We now wash our dirty lingerie,
In the muddy waters of solitude,
The residue speaks of grimy white lies,
Embodied with the spirit to rejuvenate the truth...

The infinitesimal transition withing limbo,
When we're suspended mid-air amidst other falling bodies,
Yet numerous turbulent times have gone by,
They now seem like events of another lifetime..

The persona which gloats is now silent with defeat,
Bonding with other mortals who bond with the end of an era,
The burden of trauma hovers within the pores of luck,
Harnessing the strength hidden within every catastrophic occurring...  

The last laugh...

The martyrs have weaken their stance, 

Subconsciously intimidated by the days of only wounds ahead,

Only moments to go until the march to glory,

The provinces of gold had intoxicated  them to the point of the sleep of reclusion...

The breeds of higher order have now not a reason to opine,

They begin their day with the solace of futility,

Commence to a voice of bigotry,

Until a different kind of transition...

For letters written in blood,

Have been defeated by the words inscribed in bonds,

Seldom acquainted with the world of gossip,

Placidly waiting in the numerous post offices of decay...

The time had begun for the fancy air of romance,

I will gift you a kiss if you please,

Embodied with the spirit of youth and glamour,

Made to suit carnal whims and mundane woes...

I shall wait for the end of your crude fantasy,

Which shall be made to sleep upon my arrival,

Awakened when I am away,

Which shall continue to torment you as you twitch and turn in your grave,

But not for too long...

Let me feed you copper candy,

So very fierce and inedible,

Let me occupy your senses with the scent of my love,

Superficial enough to slip away...

No impact has been as great,

As great as my non- existent significant other,

Who took me back to the rustic air of childhood,

As I grew many steps away from naivety...

Very few roots of passion have traced back,

The rest have faded away with the night,

Trampled on with time,

Burdened by mortality,

Just to suit the flow to the last laugh...

Harems....

The gradual step,

Is over in a moment,

Takes a lifetime to engrave,

Fragments of summarization,

Born in the realm of an era,

With a perception of inception....

Within the lonesome suppression,

Adulthood now gyrates within the neighborhood,

Bringing promises and the brewery of dreams,

Blossoming amidst the wastefulness of the past,

The glamor of the future,

Hand in hand with the disillusioned  crevices of imagination....

Maturity was so amorous,

Took me by hand from the protective arm of  nurturing words to the brute of seduction,

The brute who tore apart any armour of sanctity,

Until the reconcilement of strength,

Which charmed its own way into the house of enigma.

Smothered by monotony,

We were intensely satisfied,

Isolated tactile pleasure,

Tactfully crawled under our not so virtuous skin,

Then we were unbound,

Unbound by the sheer force of will.

Authority just morphed into a docile boundary...

Ever drop of sensuality of a woman,

It happens to be her essence of being,

Cannot be suppressed by the dry fury of the flames,

The placidity of the lands far away within the fathomed lands,

The crude sound of monotony,

Encircled by the full fledged form of threat...

Then we  rose ahead,

Embraced by the comfort of our escapades,

Running through a field of opium,

Scented with a rotten hint,

Unceremoniously had hidden vibes of distortion,

Below the fodder of kinder words...

There were harems in our head,

An obstruction in the orchid of virtue,

Bore the shame of consolatory visits,

Caresses the purity of lust,

Gnaws at its core,

The mystery of  its existence,

Unsullied with  sordidity and slyness...

Profinity and the anti-scumbag

I do, I do, I do! I have cheap thrills! Cheap thrills are necessary for all of humankind to have. I'm despicable because of those cheap thrills, my cheap thrills draws me closer to the Zen of supreme indifference, I'm languid because of my cheap thrills! My cheap thrills love the oblivion of my omnipresent siesta, my cheap thrills love being anti social, my cheap thrills love me being a delusional and jealous bird, my cheap thrills want me to be outlandish, my cheap thrills love content nuanced with shock value, my cheap thrills love profanity. You know why I love profanity? Because it's a consistent companion when my words lose their strength. One expression for all the desires, whether it's never ending carnal urges, lust, indifference, displeasure, the unrequited urge to slap some one and so on. An over-exploitation of profanity is indeed disgraced and annoying, but the a clichéd overuse of taboos always is.

Why are we still in touch with the people we should have lost touch with years ago? Technology! Yes, it's a blessing, a left behind legacy of the attained evolution of humankind. But yes, it's true. I'm speaking like an retrograde li'l birdie, but hey! Your grand-mommy don't know no computers! Hah! ( With due respect to all our ancestors! Salute the greats who've seen history in the making! Love ya all!). The point our here is that it feels like your life is like an open platter waiting to be mocked! No wait, there's no point I'm making, it's just angst for the sake of angst which I'll conveniently blame on my teenage hormones. Traveling light seems to be a lost concept, this acceleration seems to have be retarded, we take way too much time to leave behind all the emotional baggage, we take way too much time to block those channels of love ( reciprocated or non-reciprocated ) we should have blocked eons ago, that sleaze we should have raised an objection to, acknowledged that time and this time when life is all about you, you and my little darling, you! (which in a way or in many ways always is ), but then hell with it! Screw it all! Let us all visit hell for one night where the most happening party in this very universe is going to be conducted! Lets burn in the wrath of our own swag! Because swag is cool and so are you! This is the corniest thing I've probably said! The corniness is starting to emerge now, I have no idea why I wrote all this! I better stop! "I better stop", seems to be an appropriate ending for this nugatory post! But I like what I wrote.

Travelin' light, is the only way to fly
Travelin' light, just you and I
One-way ticket to ecstasy
Way on down, follow me
Travelin' light, we can go beyond
Travelin' light, we can catch the wind
Travelin' light, let your mind pretend
We can go to paradise
Maybe once, maybe twice
Travelin' light, is the only way to fly

Yes folks, I will keep posting song lyrics that make this post, it adds all the spice. Hell with all of this! Peace.

Old Sparky...

You can't exert your will in no man's land,
When your only pursuit is survival,
Deranged poetic notes is a fight no one could withstand,
Death is no more an unholy rival.
When the fetish chamber contradicted the gruesome dungeon,
After all these generations you failed to pass an non stereotyped judgement...

Draped in a garish choice of words,
Lust fornicated the wrong town,
Your follies still mock your emptiness after all these years,
The walls of all bricks of good terms have been broken down.
Your threshold of pain has worn out by dusk,
A great deal of misfortune did not strike you only because you thought it must...

We're vexed with treachery,
Sick of damage,
Waiting for alchemy,
Formulated by the daily greats.
Bankruptcy has has fought the halo of no holy man,
Somewhere within the world of pain was an inkling of your own plan...

There has been no truce of that blatant kind of chaos,
A self thought angel to end their sufferings,
Wallowing has been know to mock the morrows ethos,
The exaggerated mystic pain that glamorises the starlings.
So though I feel demented it's actually because I'm dull,
For this is the very passage when the frolic does not swirl...

Let the impulses of love fill my heart,
Hormones of rational judgement be one with my bloodstream,
Let a normal state of mind vanquish any kind of shock,
A skit of black magic leave my dreams.
May the enzymes of good fortune rain upon us from paradise,
Punish them whose life was designed for a sacrilege union they wanted to jeopardise...

A spell without a glisten...

This solitary confinement of the soul,
Has conceived a very empty casket,
Has morphed into the epitome of beauty,
With a very individualistic definition...

The many oxymoron statements she's made,
Stirred up infinite amounts of laughter,
Bound by mockery,
Bears a certain amount of logic in the quiet...

A very indifferent state of mind,
A crashing state of Zen,
Leaving behind the baggage,
For light heart aids the transcend...

The etiquette seems to have revamped itself,
Because the origin of the species,
Creates a foundation,
Unaware about the present of the squad...

The offspring that we must protect,
Ponder on what lies in between life and death,
For every one's a mutant in their own terms,
Now the muddled assumptions shall be forgotten..

A very demented sort of placidity,
Has ceased the flow,
Our wishful thinking informs us that the colours shall be unleashed,
For all the world feels like a bound pariah...

Hello darkness, my old friend

Them smart alecks who said adolescence was a difficult were absolutely right, its just that me being within my jolly bubble just didn't want to listen to them. Recent events have being tiring and difficult and they make me wonder if things will ever get better and I am referring to more than just teenage angst. Why does the storm need top present itself to me when it is least wanted? I wonder why I feel so lonely all of a sudden, no wait I know why I feel so lonely. I am strange and that's what I''ll be forever and I soon shall get comfortably numb about that and meet other people ( hopefully) who are comfortably numb themselves about their eccentricity. But being a quirky person it a very straight forward and hostile environment can be strange and I really do not want to change the way I am. Is it this generation who's so obsessed with their I-pads and BBM's or is just that this is the way things roll or the spirit of this city or is it that I'm not much of a zeitgeist?

I need and need as much as a coke addict needs periodical snorts, to do something new, something worthwhile, go places, not be so bored, not be dead tired at 22 hours and 50 minutesbecause ever since the 15th of March, the last day of school I've pretty much haven't been a part of civilisation or more so the civilisation I'd like to be with. It's a blatant hormone over-secretion ( not scientifically) engulfed phase of life. I really want my kind of company. I need to something significant, but significance is a state of mind, ain't it? Oh well and till then hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again.