Lopsided spectrum...

I saw the hollow of my soul,
Just when I drifted apart from the ghost of my past,
My instincts sensed the emergence of change,
Hence it created a void,
Which seemed like an endless tunnel lit by the light of minute change..

We now must depart from the world created by the gods,
Enter a universe radically inverted,
Devoid of space and time,
Straight laced as change,
As harsh as the truth..

Your comrades shall rise and fall as seasons change,
Succumb to fate,
Lose themselves to life,
Get resurrected in the fire of ice,
Too frozen to relive the former companionship...

My principles have now been deformed and kept in the corner,
Wept the silent cries of change,
Slid back into the closet,
Changed its attire,
Painted a mask on its face...

It has deceived my comrades,
Too frozen to detect lies,
Too brittle to walk hand in hand with the truth,
They now see their soulless hollow,
Saw their departed soul bound, being disciplined away from the spotlight...

The scars of the past have now faded,
I now carry my vices as a cloak of experience,  
Empathetic to sinners in numerous dimensions,
Still choose to hide, though we're one,
Fighting its own reflections...

A Sinner in organised times...

A walk through this unfathomed dungeon,
Has unleashed this vixen.
For sadism can strike the pristine,
This speaks of purity stained...

A bloody sly prudish bugger,
Too dishonourable to be crucified.
For a good afterlife has tremendous grace,
Vengeance is too often sought by blood...

When your very creed is ashamed,
So very vain.
Natures wrath does backfire,
The honour is gone to the dogs,
They feast on it everyday.

So, who's to hex a sinner?
Life fails to understand relativity,
Brings about disorientation to the innocent,
In this very disgraced phase of transition...

The lies are damned,
The swing of life is not.
A very beautiful species,
Their harness is defied by lies...

The vixen dreams of the siren,
The knight knows his target,
The sinners brace themselves for their mid life crises and lonely death,
The King of fate mocks them all...

The exhibitionists are coerce,
The casket contains treasure that is never good to be flaunted.
Disharmony has its way of failing to see the great good,
A very strange kind of nugatory angst is at war with sunshine...

The dark ages were indeed oppressed,
Bred in agony.
Thus the impishness of a fool wounded a beautiful phase,
But the new era nourishes the madness...

A very undignified whorish soul,
Can dissociate the innocence of a vulnerable offspring,
Drifts from each tavern ,
By bad destiny brings about procreation,
This schmuck wanders by the proximity of your very shadow...

The air is bewildered,
Breathed by virtues and vices,
But you can never quite separate something so interdependent,
After all is said,
Life shall conclude that a curse is a cycle...

Words can never embody wrath,
Unless a certain evolution is attained,
That being said, my blood boils to a crimson like red,
Dishonour has left a real man shamed...

The closet of mystery was always a tale untold,
Stability is only loyal to the brave,
Helplessness is unfortunately a companion to every mortal,
Dignity is false until claimed...


( Painting- Saturn by Goya).

Lipstick...

There are queer days,
When I am welcomed by ghosts,

To unfurl the surprises of fate,
Masked by vain when they boast...

Is luck a blend of colours?
Or is it a gift to gold,
Is luck just fates candor?

Or is it what you chose?

When you pick ripe apples in the garden of love.
They say your sins can't be washed,
If only in the garden of life there was visual luck,
There are no sins when the shame is lost.

Will you stand by me when I have been deceived by luck?
Or would you be like faded lipstick on my lips?

Will I survive as a loner in gray glum?
But I know you'll be there when I'll sway my seducing hips...

The lost glint with the lost lust,
Lust can revive the breed of the faded,
The lost glint with the lost luck,
Luck can revive the breed of the faded...

Picture from the net- ( changethethought.com )