Floating on the wind,
Staring at the void,
I carry the null of my sum,
As I come falling, slowly down.
The rage that claws in my soul,
Surrenders itself to fright,
Yielding a pugnacious grudge,
That spills into the night.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Free as fire, left to burn.
Sweet desires churn and churn.
Inside our hearts, our vacant minds
As the blind lead on the blind.
Through the puzzles, mazes deep.
Searching for the truths we keep
Messages that fall through lucid dreams,
nothing's ever as it really seems.
Messages stitched in every moment.
Remember your the only one who owns them.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
I know I hear what I'm thinking,
It couldn't be any smaller,
Like the lion's den, where my angel fell,
Into the darkest creeps of the night.
I try to live while I'm sleeping,
I could not see the illusion,
Of the future for rent,
As the silence frequents,
This strange lunar karma.
Lazy oceans of feelings,
I try to swim but they're frozen,
And mine is a heart so choked
And bound in wire rope,
Then the morning brings the day.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Every night she sits upon the rocks,
Her eyes gazing upon the moon.
The dark woods, they creep all around her,
As she wonders and wishes upon the stars.
The soft trickle of the stream rings in her ear,
All else is the silent whisper of the wind blowing,
As the calm night soothes her soul,
She wonders, alone.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
When time becomes like a vapour,
The shape of one's self changes,
Lights that became burnt and warped,
Are an optimistic memory, angled at the future.
Hope, a vision still in sight,
But so blinkered in this vortex,
A maze so difficult to find footing or navigate,
But so delightful to ignore an easy to become marooned.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
The clandestine truth,
A softly spoken whisper that clasps our souls together,
Amidst brilliant light and empty darkness,
Across voids of space and aeons of time,
This faint whisper of origin,
That ventures across every utterance of creation,
Brings forth meaning, vision and acceptance.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
My ashtray tells a lovely story,
How much time I have lost,
I count the moments....
Each ***** butt's pungent stink,
Reminding me to ignite the next smoke,
A smooth, fragrant death stick,
A weapon of mass destruction,
An appeasement for the demons,
That fits my hand so well.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
Time: a perception so daunting,
A flow of moments so varied.
Time: a crushing veil in life,
A gliding climb and endless descent.
Time: a sweet memory, savoured,
A stream of endless joys and dreams.
Time: so crisp and true in the mind,
A con so ruthless and inhuman.
Time: the morbid joker laughing,
Casting a silent slumber upon all our souls.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Woe to the world,
The promised land has just got smaller,
That special place to the east sanctified by the caller,
What's the rush to **** and die for life?
These are the roots of our plundered, ageing strife.
Central to feuding beliefs is an ideal called peace
And that dove is yet to conquer the ever fighting geese,
As you read on, another brother wipes his brow with a ****** ***** rag,
And that dove called peace remains an idea trapped in a brain paper bag
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
Lacquered hearts, they can only reach so far,
Our noble desires and flawless ambition,
The personification of humanity,
An eternal endeavour of self perception,
That stems from the effluent flow of creation,
The very beauty of our nature unseen,
A blushing truth so often discarded,
Dumped for better viewing in a frenzied way,
Our savagery becoming civil through time,
These signs of our shared fate,
Truth, something we would love to be shown,
But seeking it must suffice.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC