How the strings have intertwine
with this Lady Lazarus of mine!
I’ve prepared your regular feast
Of words and tears.
Here, Here
Lady Lazarus, now may I ask.
Why you bind me to thee?
You’ve choked me
until I’m a pale flesh
stripped down into my knees
and in my own chest
you’ve branded me as your own slave
--sent me crumbling into my untimely grave.
Here, Here
Lady Lazarus, now may you see.
nothing permeates from this age old skull
nothing but the word of ‘null’
the hue of all my lights have became so dull,
The shade I’ve could see are from engravings of your hair
and all colors only simmers from the iris of your eyes.
For every meat, I've ate is sand.
and the aroma of every rain feels so bland.
As the winds move clouds in the air
clears the way to set the stage of stars in the skies
syncing into the melody of beauty; I’ve called as fair.
Here, Here
Lady Lazarus, now you may know.
You’ve always rise from the tomb
which I’ve sealed in you in; a matter of time
-till you’ve bring me flowers into my sanctum
and I returned it with these somber rhymes.
Dear, Lady Lazarus of mine
****** me with your words.
Let me perish and die!
For now I know, You couldn’t die
until I can finally call you as mine.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
I
The mark of time signs
for the painted sun to falls
Dying light set the stage for a play
of an unending irony into the fray.
buying from the butcher,
he pick the reddest of the meat,
pretends it is juicy and pretends it is tender
still he have no desire to eat.
Yet he have to! he must!
for the sake of his breath
not turned into dust
and within the cast of the cash
All flesh deemed to be so fresh.
II
The curling up smoke,
tobacco flakes melts under its flames,
the buds are starting to yellow,
And so it goes.
He counts the clock, from one hand into another,
as seconds turns into minutes, and minutes turns into hours.
And so it goes.
a break of silence by the door!
her footsteps! The lady in red wear her heels
and in an instant, she take them off.
Step by step, she strides with traces of grace,
and He knew it from her face,
and She knew it from his face.
He was astounded and filled with haze.
Her gaze of pure indifference
distilled into a vague silence.
III
The war is brewing, a war in terror
in this room, there is no room for error.
in his word, there is no word of fail
in his body to become frail.
His sword bind to his hand
not by love,
and her shield covers her face
from shame.
The clash of blades!
glittering reflecting of faces
in a mirror
glances and trembles
Is it fear or
bitter?
His matter, silent and eternal
shatters
-- primal, carnal as an animal.
In his world of pure reflection,
his eyes, my eyes, clear as air, clear as time,
and knows he is a divine swine
he wonder and screams
‘DId I traverse the abyss or the sky?’
Behold the judgment between kindness or crimes!
She whom walked on corpses started to cry
for she have done this a million times.
IV
for I cannot feel
so I tried to touch.
The treaty was signed
by the ones whom blinded by the bind
and within a flash,
this bond bounded by cash
left him with nothing, but a pile of ash.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Broken: heart and mind
already, anew one blossoms
all she ever did- was..
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
You cannot tell yourself
i told you so
To the things in which we already know,
either with cause or laws,
either with facts or acts,
either with certainty or prophecy
either with theory or poetry.
Dear my Love, surely now you know!
Whether by the words of ‘no’ or ‘go’
the answer I’ll always give is the word of ‘So?’
in the midst of certainty,
sacrificing my sanity
rebelling against reality
For the struggle of Such possibility!
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Dearly Beloved,
I will never know the reason why I wrote this letter to you.
Perhaps, an obsession? infatuation? out of spite? out of loneliness? or Love?
Some questions are best left to be unanswered.
With a humbling regret, once more, i have to knocked upon your door and disturb your solitude with these words and Truly, i am sorry. Yet, i have to tell you about everything.
You have become a reign deep within my heart and conquers it. From my inner works of reality to my fantasy. From my waking hours into deep within slumber, only you whom remains.
The thought of you is a forever in my present. Some days, it is faint and small, yet, it illuminates this mind of mine and fills with an ecstasy could never comprehends. Some nights, it is unbearable, echoes of your fleeting words howls through the void in which you have left me in- haunting me towards the endless nights.
From the moment that we met, Dearly Beloved, in a -glance, you put my mind into a trance and within that moment i am reduced to a thing that only wants you in my life.
In those days, i had grow sick and weary and know nothing upon being touched by Love. I’ve put it all inside my lips, and how long have this tongue tried to let you know. I failed and upon being a coward, i fade and recluse myself into the midst of isolation. And so it goes. In despair, this heart still beats to you and forever it aches towards the longing of you.
Dearly Beloved, as days turns in to weeks and as weeks turns into months and as months turns into years, deep i was in denial of loving you. And so it goes.
Revelation came of what have i become, A Fool.
Yet, i was too late, you are there and i’m still right here. And so it goes, the distance grew. Here, in my silence, i was drenched in my own tears,
Yet, from this suffering stems an understanding which Reason and Love keeps little company in this realm. And if the cold, cruel reality offered me to choose between the two, Dearly Beloved, i will always choose the path which leads to you, every time.
Now, feast your eyes upon the fool who can writes.
Every ink writes the words, the sentences and the stories in which in every language - solemnly belong to you and this fool will write until the day come in which you consider me worthy to be envelop in Such Beauty. For i have been struck with the cure known as Love and if you ask the reason why. There is no why and The Fool have no answer to tell.
It is simply is
It simply Love,
It is simply human.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
This is an invitation to a party:
to whom is late and hiding in the shadows
to whom is tired from all the running
to whom is alone in seeking a new beginning.
For frost and snow have numb you,
Now, the strings of fate offers a new flame.
For the steel of this cage corroded by your tears,
Now, never worry of your monster, i'll be ready to tame.
Oh! The Great Devourer of my Hope!
Let me present to you, The Finest Platter!
-feast upon this aching heart!
-drink upon its flowing river of blood!
For you are my reason!
To be awake in every morning to watch every sunrise!
To be awake in every dawn to watch every sunset!
Or once again! I've been deceived by this bleak shine of the sun.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Cover this face from stares which oppress!
they came and flew, with their skimpy skirts and tight dress
they sang the song, with their petite laugh and puff up breast
Alluring these hands to the point of caress.
The vultures dance in the dance of indifference
circling above! all around this living cadaver,
my flesh and my heart and my eyes gauged by these meat hacker
For pain is the only that can be felt, he enjoys it with great ignorance.
Through the night, they pluck his skin until he's already faceless
His festering flesh tormented without a pause.
Swarms of maggots rise upon this carcass,
change from meat into bones, they gnaws, gnaws and gnaws.
Till' the sun shines upon The Rotten One
in such great heights, these beasts patrol the skies.
waiting until the body ripe enough to run.
For their prey can only rise and cries, but never dies.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
The impassive God show his form,
whom rule the man with an old norm,
within the use of two cold finger
to command man where to linger.
His order in the circle of twelve stones harbinger.
Life of human is in pity upon his role as the arbiter.
Above the walls of human, he sits upon the throne,
For all the sins which had been sown
humans commanded to atone
So he put them all in a loan!
"Past!" He proclaim the great word
Doused in regret, humans cries mercy upon their lord.
Yet, He is cruel, and proclaim another law,
"Future!" the word uttered from his jaw.
Man shock and awe to hear they will cease
they build their ignorance, piece by piece.
Collectively they unify within a lie
of Mass Vanity, someday they will not die.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
As the red sun sets,
Change into the cold dark night,
the moon rises to my sight
represent as a beacon into my blight.
Of these memories, of you and I.
Reminisce binds me,
words, so suddenly astound,
fabricate into sentences, which
Fit into us.
Inventing the common pattern of a tragic story
-Of a thousands words of no and none of the yes,
But it’s better to regret than to die deeply in a story.
Once again, beneath the shade of moon as my witness,
To testify against my ungodly blindness,
My mind and body will finally be ready,
For another repression to make me steady
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
try, try, and try
dig a hole
deep enough to fill
severed bridges.
dig, dig, and dig
my face is drenched,
not from the rain,
realize-no hole big enough
to swallow the sea.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC