I put on a weary eye,
Submit to the night sky,
And then I write;
Of how the kaleidoscope colors,
Are now melancholia infused.
Of how the travelers have become vigilant,
Of how the birth of every dawn,
Has become impotent.
Of how the nothing has become our everything,
Of how I can’t even have a chicken wing.
Of how I’m livin’ the highest of highs,
And the lowest of lows…
The night time sits on my chest,
The melancholia starts to infest,
My very mount Everest.
The darker hues unfold,
I ponder upon the untold,
Stuck on the highway of uncertainty,
My blood may never rejoice in harmony.
So, I put on a teary eye,
Wishing for it all to leave with the tide.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Has anyone else noticed that the world's on fire
Kindled by the wickedness of man
Strike a match, watch it catch,
fan the flame, add some gas
Do we really need to give Satan a hand
As it all goes up like a funeral pyre
Will there be anyone left to mourn
Professional Wailers are hired
with crocodile tears to cry
Just don't tell them the truth of what's going on
Be careful of where you walk these days
Don't step on the burning coals
That are tossed aside
out there to disrupt daily life
Do those with the matches even know
That the world they are burning is their very own
Caught up in their winds of change
Being blown this way and that
till there will be nothing left
Of what normalcy once remained
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Flip it, hidden or showing
Head or tails remains same coin
Just like water, liquid or ice
Roll a 6-sided once or twice still same dice
Life is like a throw-able object
That can rest in multiple positions
But not a gambling device or gadget
For causing random seasons
For each step forward feel your back
For the lack of eyes invites a stab
Elevation heads towards enemy attack
When the wise bite like a crab
When you only stare at the window
You don't see outside and beyond
And the world is a mirror, smile for this sake
But your real one can invite another so fake
A buffalo by a riverbank
Only sees the water and it's own face
Quenching thirst expecting no attack
By the crocodile below the surface
Chickens are better for they stir up dust
To pull out worms and ants
Humans are clever for they hide in masks
To pull some stunts
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
Two worlds collide in one single moment
when two give into their love, binded and
powerless to avoid such holy power. Give
a slight laugh, to learning that it could
happen outside Heaven. Unlocking hearts
and speaking it’s language. Outside of
poetry, forgetting the melancholy life in
a loud roar towards to neolife, retreating
that breathe by leaning in for a kiss as
opening gates to the souls to meet and
make love. To live alone, outcast to this
world where the rest are sharing, blind to
real love that poetry had attempt to teach
them, without asking for anything in return.
Where the lovers gestures, emotions,
thoughts and private world, spark such
great works of poetry, that will get made by
active Muses, surely humanity will not ignore,
though I’m sure they will. Real love to find
and to know, is rarer than finding myth in
reality. Behind closed doors of minds in marriage,
sing songs unwillingly, of what’s different
to the veils they dress in.
(knowledge variable)
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
Born into a world,
A place where the nothing was my everything.
Dreaming away a dead life,
Doomed to the broken design.
Goes by a little stretch of eternity;
More than meets the eye,
the soul catches a glimpse of another,
Looks once more to find it's its other.
Resurrected at the sound of a halo,
The bits of familiarity in the universe of peculiarity,
Resonates across the hollow.
Once more allowed to a spark of happiness,
Sweeter than any childhood dream,
Euphoria is no longer a distant memory.
A halo full of fire,
The nothing expires,
Burns to the deepest ground
Scared of the fall,
Dreading I shall crawl,
I touch the ground,
And I lay in awe.
All I feel,
Is the highest of peaks.
Endlessly hungered for this love,
Bitten by rust,
Floating in the clusters of mistrust.
Now nothing obstructs,
The mixing of two frigid souls like mist,
The flows of the river of pure bliss,
Fueling the fire of every kiss.
Now I press my head against my pillow in rest,
Knowing mornings shall be the inhales of
Musk and spices off your chest,
In our little mosaic of truest love.
Seeps into my bones,
All the silver and gold,
Lingers For as long as time can hold.
Flaunting this treasury,
The you in me.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
Ever wondered what it's like,
To be the silver lining to my cloud,
Amidst the cold winter's howls,
To lock eyes with your sweet brown eyes,
Feel their warmth
As they wrap around you like a blanket,
Engulfing you in their safety.
To be the only elixir of love,
That mimics the joy of the sun.
Good morning my sunshine;
The love of my life.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
So long,
My lips cold with our winter song.
Your rays of sunshine,
Would start the streams of dopamine.
Without your lips,
Lingers the wintered apocalypse.
Their charm,
Has me carving your anthem into my arm.
May I knock the boundaries down,
No more frowns,
Only buried in your touch,
In our grand meltdown.
Let's set the scene,
High on intimacy,
Just you and me.
So gently part your lips,
Let me send you on our wildest trip
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
In a steady pace,
Your silhouette draws closer,
I can't help but wonder,
How can one figure hold so much grace?
Then it presses against the vapid darkness,
Intertwined and set aglow,
Always buried within the whimsical afterglow.
Living everyday,
Like it's my last today.
Nothing else I'd rather feel,
The only thing I want to breed;
The kinetics of the rush,
The lyrical harmony of our love thrush.
I reside in paradise,
Shot down by the bullets of your glistening opals,
You call your eyes.
Compelled to submerge in this guise,
One day we shall witness our prize,
The one event more beautiful than our sunrise.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Too long,
Too long I point my vision
In awe towards the inexistent flaw
Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile
Splitting through the melancholy-infused,
My timeless sunless sky
I tremble,
More than just a sugar rush,
A heaven-sent electric current;
Starts the heart-shaped engine,
Rips through its tendons,
Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents ,
Of the impaired circuit,
Sensitizes it to a form of "life".
The thunder then pounds within the hollow,
Slowly devastates the shallow.
Bruises branch down my neck,
The bolts sink down to my deck,
Engraving everlasting fractal marks ,
Of fractions of whiles,
When I was stone-blind ,
Consumed by the euphoric rush,
Of your broken white lights,
Shocked into submission,
Getting used,
Falling for abuse.
Lightning was your name,
The thunder was your doomed game.
Maybe one end only surges in mortal power,
But the other has fallen, devoured.
Blind, but now I see coherently,
Rewired differently.
My fingertips still trace down the marks,
Till they have memorized their very whereabouts,
But now I embark,
On the journey of focus on my ever-present,
And your ever-absence.
Tainted with specks of your broken light,
My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars,
That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies.
Sometimes the stars fall,
To witness me wishing him away,
Closely hear me say,
The last of my goodbyes;
So long for now,
So long for then.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
A ghost in a machine
A distant heartbeat
A wretched reflection
In the graveyard of affection
Voices repeated but barely heard
Screams so loud yet unheard
A naked soul encased within the ground
Feasted on by this hell hound
Bound to forever remain unfound
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC