No rhyme, no beat
Just a cloud of disarray
I lay here in defeat,
deaf to all things each mouth says
High, low pitches;
melted into one single tune
The muscles prone to fickle flinches
waiting for the watchman’s beat by noon
Stuck all in its monotony
it’s chamber loop, its labyrinth
I cry at all things dead possibility
hoping for release as dead ends tear all I believe in
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
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What new adventure does the universe have in store for me?
A reckless denture
or maybe a new track to venture -
shall i meet a new adventurer along the way?
what roads will i come to stumble on?
Old universe, what new adventure do you have in store for me?
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May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
Twinkling stars, lovely
shining so bright, starry night
oh tranquil silence
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
I fear much of that eros bow
where love so much as pierces
the pale virgins soul
Placing Sweet-kisses, red wine-stained lips;
lovers glow
Pale lines, artificial glow;
so much as complicated on patterns
pickled seen on a kaleidoscope;
Cherub aiming his charmed bow
down at mortals down low
soon where fate changes
and destines for two to meet;
weaving the patterns together so they strum
a chord together, creating an afterglow
I fear so much of the Eros bow
could, when two patterns meet,
create so much of a harmonious disaster?
A parody of fate?
or a glamour, a cover-up for a show
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
The land was cold, and dark and dreary
Spotlights couldn’t be seen
nor sounds be heard
I took a step forward
And decide it wasn’t enough
The woods was cold, dim and soggy
down the roads where footsteps of another
drifting apart, acting no more as a flocking-fleeting friend
The crate lay heavy in my arms
perhaps I should've chosen another
but I'm too far out
to dare go back and ponder
If perhaps.. the crate had been the right one.
but maybe all wouldn't be laid fair,
until another day
where I make it back and choose what
could've been a tranquil road
The lands were cold, and dark and dreary
there's a cottage nearby
but still I stood by the dark pavement
being me,
deciding still one step after the other wasn't enough
to ease myself despite the aching pain
I doubted myself
despite the warm home nearby
that I..
I travelled by
pushing back the aching pain
and went along my way
Ignoring all the protests the soles speak -
I guess I'll have to save my pain for another day
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 8:54 AM UTC
Rage...
A fuelling flame, burning bright
Rage, Rage
A dancing fighter captured against the cold of the night
Nowhere to go,
but still, he moves to find the center of the light
refusing to grieve as he moves past the cold winter night
Rage, Rage
as the cold be fought like a blight
What sin can be found against the dim, darkness amidst fright
where men be fondled across the crooked bridge high
on the cold winter night
Rage, Rage
do not run nor let the ego falter
take on the cold winter night as if it were a blight
good soldier.
Rage, Rage..
like a fuelling flame, burning bright
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 5:54 AM UTC
Hunger eyes stared down at the rod,
awaiting it's own ***** alee
Laid on the satin sheets, arms entangled
milky thighs spread apart
Hunger eyes too stared down at me
laying in inescapable, trembling bondages
A heat burning through our hearts - through us:
That was desire.
I love him like this -
where stars align;
Buttons undone. Eyes lit with a burning flame
waiting to engulf me whole.
Touching me here, there - everywhere
tracing the freckles on my skin that lay like speckled stars
to the lines on my palm. Memorising.
His mouth gilding across with a wicked purpose
as urns of a thousand suns pour blazing down my throat
Not us did the saint align and embrace our pure hearts
We were in the other's self the ruin
of purity's gentle caress
where my hand rests at
in between to ease the trembling core
our bodies lay in the dead of the night
both of us searching for more
to no one but him do I come to thee!
as a cry aches through the silence of the night
our souls connect - one of each
lit for each other
lost, weighed on each others palms;
This was our desire
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 1:57 AM UTC
Hate to the desires that falls upon the other hands
torn to two
oh, what wicked kings
To crown the serpent,
burning the ancient dove's feathers
Shambling presence, odd pretence
Hatred burning, lust no long deserving
Torn in thorns, seen no more
flickering lights, fuming flames
smouldering walls down across the buried bodies
of them all
Oh, What wicked kings
to **** them all
what hate to the desires that goes on forth
the damning thrones
To death throes for all hoped that lived, now no more
Oh what wicked kings
To where the lands are darks and people do not
strive to roam the streets at all
Oh what wicked kings,
**** them all.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC