Web of lies...

One- third of a kiss,
For a weekend of bliss,
One-fourth of your dream,
To seal the deal,
A little bit of life,
Just to soothe a juvenile mind,

To morn woke us with the responsibility we never chose to partake,
An opulent reason to slouch,
Scarred inspiration that impaled our vain,
As we run from the perfectionist dictatorship,
You're never too old to run...

So what does it take,
To go from Satan's derriere to Cupid companion,
But then again we're unique designs of nasty tapestry,
Sloshed by the lies we've spun,
We preserve actual kisses in a nebulous womb...

Right from a withered mire,
Born beneath the prophecy of untamed fire,
Lies that have conceived tears,
The elitist fancies that have masked our mysterious shenanigans,
Mascara to mask the clarion of fury within us....

Isolation has created a triumph new world,
A little star of inception,
Wicked icicles that fall upon us just before we have usurped our right to passage,
My stormy mind fails to glean the dream,
Sanity brings laughter right along to soothe my repentance...

The darkest of nights,
Within the deepest of shells,
The reminisce of yet another illusion,
The temporal of dreams,
Backfired when you never predicted you'd need to brace yourself....

I snort the winds of sleep,
I stay lost in a momentary lachrymal song,
Alert not to fall prey to labial seduction,
Melancholy entered my kraal and disturbed my placidity,
So as they say, kudos to fate...

( Edward Munch- Ashes)

The Bitch of the Mist.

There's this woman we all have been acquainted with, seductress if I may call her. She can seduce anyone whether you're a male, a female, them in between, animal and any mortal. She'll seduce you and lead you to her deceiving chambers and take you to the great valley where life unites. But, when you're in this great valley she'll leave you all alone to fight the best warriors in the game. She'll look into your eyes, twitch you into the midst of the valley , sways her hips,bursts into laughter and twirls herself into the mist. The mist is her nook and cranny and the mist is your undesired nook and cranny too. Ain't she a bitch?

I wouldn't say what she's done is very fair. After all she was the one who induced big dreams in your mortal body. She did promise to pave your path to your desires and now she's left you alone to fight for yourself. That's just not fair. It wasn't your fault. All you did was come home to a very mundane life slightly tipsy and there she was sitting on your sofa which was falling apart, within your house that needed repairs and she teemed you with optimism. She convinced you that you need a dream and you need to follow that dream. She told you that you needed a better life and you were so lured by her that you actually listened to her. So you left your life that was falling apart and entered a very hazardous valley where life unites and right now, at this very moment you have to fight the best warriors. She's gone, you're lucid, the sun is harsh, the wounds borne by you are going to be harsh, the wrath that's going to be exerted on you is going to be much more than you deserve, your dreams in your knapsack which anyone could usurp any moment from now and she's already swaying to the rhythm of the mist. The choice is yours- will you run back to a life that was falling apart or do you choose to fight and keep that dream safe in your knapsack ? For once you win this battle that dream shall itself emerge from your knapsack and you shall be embraced by that life that your wanted. Although that life will never be exactly what you wanted.

If you choose to fight than I assure you that you're going to fall, you're going to bleed, you're going to be bruised. But if you have the strength to fight then you'll survive. For most of the time even that battle is a tiny hurdle in this phenomenon called life. But you realize how diminished it really is only once you've fought. But beware because the bitch of the mist is omnipresent and before you know it you're all alone in another battle and she's walked away to her nook and cranny, within your nook and cranny, the cryptic mist...

Fathom...

A secret locked in a box for a trillion years,
that secret will release suppressed tears,
those are our greatest fears.

I had to dig deep,
that was too painful for someone to keep,
they hadn't slept for years,
they had to sleep.

How long could he keep mum,
he head become so numb,
today, at the very end of his life, he told me.
he told me something I was trying to fathom,
mysterious for these years,
they were our greatest fears.

His words, they came pouring down,
I couldn't stand steady anymore,
I was unsteady on my own feet,
he put a great deal of load of his back,
he felt free,
now the load was on me.

Sometimes mystic is better mystic,
sometimes it's better in the box,
better under the carpet,
it is better locked.

That secret,
that unholy secret,
I was trying to fathom,
the secret that made me unsteady on my own feet.

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