mek-and-the-infinite-madness
...We learned to sing / the songs of our forefathers / and danced around the fire / and dream of dreams we never had / and managed to climb the tree that / leads to heaven / and / we dug the ground / desperately trying to bury the / madness... / / -Infinite Madness / / / www.facebook.com/pages/Infinite-Madness/469715216449155
...She ran with
a pair of scissors in her hands
For whatever reason, she
ran with haste and a hammer in her chest
She ran towards
the sunset that bridges the dark and
men
For she knows, this world has
been taken, not by sticks, but
by strings and
chains and curtains that
veil the obvious
She never looked back...
though she never understood the
why
But
it seemed the dark is not as
cold as they have told
There's time to burn
and to burn in the dark seemed more
true...
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
...Burn
the crown that speaks of faith
so the heart could
break free from the chains of
structured divinity and
decide who
the miracle maker
truly is
Bones turn brittle when
they're dry as
words turn into something else
when blood conceal the lies
We choose the sand over water
and hope for a
miracle when the choking becomes
too much to bear
Shame...
we all wanted to be fooled
so we could blame the
shadows under the
Sun...
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
...We learned to sing
the songs of our forefathers and
drank the wine that they brew
though we never really understood
We learned how to create a spark
and made it last the night
We danced around the fire
the fire that brought so much warmth
til it burns and we
learned to scream
hoping the agony would fade
But it stayed and it stayed
to define our existence
So we dream of dreams
dreams we never had
as a salvation in the dark
and managed to climb the tree that
leads to heaven
only to fall and beg on the ground
So
we dug a grave instead
desperately trying to bury the
madness...
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
...There's a reason or two why
clowns bother me
Those overgrown lips that devour
the lies underneath to
tell a tale of smiles dictates a
system of fallacy so
convincing that
we embrace it as if
it is
happiness
The eyes that paint the sky with sunshine
radiant... magical
They conceal a story of
bones
and dust
And we crave for the comedy
each day and
we laugh and we forget that
clouds get dark
til it rains and we find ourselves
drowning...
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
...Of the thoughts that
make up the madness in my
head
there's one that stirs every
bit of
sanity
left in my soul
And I try to find the calm
that I used to know
But I
get angry trying to find it in the
middle of the confusion
Why
I wonder
of all the things I know and
those things that I
thought I know
this would create a nightmare that
drags my soul towards a
road under the scorching sun
I thought
hangover of regrets were the worst
but obviously they are
not...
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
...I speak to myself
whenever the stars forget to
twinkle
I say things that may
not make sense but
dealing with confusion when
everything swirls in different
shades of loose ends
one has to admit that
serenity
is based on the existence of
madness
Perhaps, we've been denying it
long enough and it hurts
to be reminded of the truth
Instead
we desperately define the lines that
separate the illusions and
carry the burden of
the litany of defiance and
walk the common grounds
barefooted...
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
...There are times, not as often as he thinks about everything else, that he wonders why people do what people do. He couldn't quite understand their reasons, though he never gave it a thought before. He continued to gaze at the night sky but there was nothing to see but the vagueness in it...
...She whispers
like a guilt, like a needle
in the heart
Her voice lingers, her
thoughts wrap the denial
and the air suddenly becomes
heavy...
...If he could understand, truly understand, the reasons why the need for it, then perhaps he wouldn't get lost in the middle of the confusion. Standing in the middle of it brings so many questions. But, there's only one that stands out...
...She sits
upon the threshold where
pain shares the sunrise
She knows it must be done, She
knows it must
For what sense is Her existence
if the purpose wouldn't be
served...
...It took a while before he understood it. Perhaps it is a natural tendency to run away from the first signs of fire. Although sometimes the smoke doesn't turn into something that burns. It's a shame that the reason was too shallow. Nevertheless He smiled and walked towards the sunset...
...She speaks
as the thunder, illusions
rattle and familiar walls
collapse
Disoriented, panic collides with
reasons but
as with things that
drift, they eventually
fall...
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
...3 am
and the road is a yellow
rainbow, drifting towards
a common dream of
the sleepless
Silence is the breeze that
brings so much
nostalgic sense
of humor and
makes one think how
fast the seconds go, how
life has been defined past twilight
changing existence into
memories you can't relive
Some will, in the days to
come, bring laughter
Perhaps even a single, meaningful
smile
Some will, as certain as
certainties, bring regrets and questions of
"what could have been if...?"
But for whatever shade
the moment brings, the
dawn is inevitable
and everything will be at the edge of
sunrise...
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
...They bled and tasted
blood
Their own and of their
brothers and everybody else who
have called this land
home
They wept on their knees
for the ground has turned red
and the skies bore a hole that
will never forget the
afternoon when
the robed monkeys came
Screaming, preaching
they uttered words... strange words
Divine, it's what they said but
filled their bellies with
flesh and grains and gold and
souls
Sentiments have gone
a long time ago, not forgotten
For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays
nor their brothers, their lands, their
homes
But the sun, in each rising
only gave mornings of
mournings...
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
...We have
harbored the hate to save us
from the threats of sadness
Rumors have spread faster than
the angels have bled out
But it's what we've always wanted
It's what feeds the reason to go on
though we know we
are
stuck
Strength, our strength, it seems a
lollipop in the mouth of the
Devil, burning blasphemy
with the truth to mix with the
confusion and chaos
and we wondered why
the golden calf has grown
into something that haunts our
pride, our faith
So
in despair, witnessed by the pale dots
that riddled the black sky
we search for the one thing that
will keep us
saved...
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC