As I walked through the meadow
Beneath the overcast sky, so mellow
Soft frozen tufts of glistening silver
Fell from the ceiling

As the heaven poured its sorrow
And sowed their chilled tears
It nourished the barren grassland
The icy blanket caught my eye

I walked through the meadow
Leaving imprints on the carpet
The trail was concealed
In the rainfall of ice shards

But for the remainder of its existence
It still showed signs of life

Somber tones echo throughout the chambers
Everlasting melancholy lingers through my heart

The heaviness of soul
For I play the ebony
With the intent to speak those words I cannot express

The tenderness of heart
For I play the ivory
I let the room speak - my hands are the mouth of intention

Amidst the visions of the morning trance
Puppets engage in their own morning dance
If I joined, by chance, I would merge in
It would go unnoticed by omniscience

Where the displays remain luminescent
Where many a soul is rendered present
When the shackles that hold my locket rusts
Poisoning the remnants of the city

The soul that inhabits the city screams
Into a silence that does not respond
For the city is locked away inside
Beneath rusted shackles merging with flesh

Satisfaction lingers
The inherent bliss that warms
The buried fears that flounder,
The abolishment of qualms

The radiant glow materialises
Substantiating to a path
Hop onto the luminescence
Guiding you to your guard

I am a container

A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim
With affection in a golden hue
The amber nectar seeping in abundance

As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways
As I bleed and stand on crystal shards

An empty vessel yields no spirit
From the empty barrel that remains
For a heart devoid of soul would not
Display nor muster

I am the light that dissipates
Yet the darkness brought me back
It does not leave me alone
Why does it clamp itself to my back

Get it off
Get it off me
GET.    IT.    OFF.    ME!

It does not leave me alone
It does not               leave me        alone
It does not        leave        me alone
It        does not leave        me        alone



It
         does
                        not
                                ­    leave















                                        ­                                                         *It doesn't...

Through the frigid landscape I traveled
To be greeted by luminescence, a blizzard of warmth
And a kind spirit with a silver pelt

The sun that nurtures my frozen heart
Thaws the ice that stings its cask
For I knew what its future held

The cutting wind
I walk amongst puffs of white
Dwindling in the air
Ever so harmonious
The scenery so luscious
A frozen idyll

Yet I wander
With a frozen coat
The fur spiked
Silver traces
In an air so frigid
In the world so cold

Beads of scarlet red
Velvet drops that descend
On a sherbet of ice
A blanket of frost
Puncturing the thin veil
And tainting the ground

An endless stream
Gushing down the faucet
The metallic tones
Intrude my palate
I heave my nose
Waiting until it ceases

How strong is a haven devoid of light
In the pallid chambers when the golden glow,
Usually ubiquitious - now tenuous
Defies the strenuous conquest of the penumbra

Char their blackened corpses
For the obscured remnants conquer
The luminescence within

Thousands of generations,
Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities
Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals
Their will to live - the pure essence

As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice
Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained

Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice
When the last threads of humanity are dictated
By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating
Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium

The hypocrisy of the social hivemind
Intellect seeping through luminescent containers
Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts

In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial
In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities
Disguising them as enhancements
As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes
Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically
Resembling maggot infesting their corpses

The fallacy of its concept governing the output
In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery
Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat,
Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity
Remains in the soulless remnants of a man
Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity

Revenant vibrato
Amongst vivid spiccato
A droning tenuto
Amongst the chaos in presto

The pages show alla breve
Poco rubato, primo tempo
Agitato con fuoco
And con repetizione
To dal Segno we go

Add a Capo
Presto spiritoso
Clash straight into
Fermata

Fine

''As I saw you standing there
      Eyes teary amongst the mass
I took you in,,

                                                           ­             ''As I saw you standing there
                                                           ­                       My legs were shaking
                                                         ­                 You held me dear,,

''As I took you in
      You never saw the daylight again,,

                                                        ­                     ''As you took me in
                                                              ­                      I knew I was at home,,

Beyond the cracked wall light seeps through

Casting holes on the ground in the shadow

Its hollow mouth is walled off with woods from the meadow

And despite the workers pleas and efforts to remove it

The wall persisted in destruction

But cast the light on the flowers beyond the rock veil

The two lockets chained to a single chest
Represent love in a world so somber
Two candles flicker brightly, unsuppressed
Standing in pillars amongst the umber

Companionship that lasted for ages
Despite the hard blowing winds, it conquered
They kindled the inner flame that rages
Formed the friendship of two stars that wandered

When these droplets of rain flourished beneath
The flickering came to a bitter end
The thin smoke that rose to the galaxy
Flying amongst the starscapes it was sent

As I stood with both candles in my hand
After time passed and had ceased my wailing
As rekindled candles flickered in deft

And when they asked me "What about your friend?"
I closed my eyes and looked up whilst smiling



**                                           *"He's there, at the second star to the left"

As she stood in front of me
Wearing a coat of bright fur

Those wandering eyes
Trace the contour of my body
Two emerald marbles rolling over the impurities of my skin
But what are they looking at?

Those wandering eyes
Look at me in confusion
In confusion about the mystery they hold in mind
But what do they see?

Those wandering eyes
Are they the same?
In a split second they altered
Are they the same?

Those wandering eyes
Look for help they never wanted to ask

Fruits of the brain rolling over the slabs
The wooden casket of my dreams
It is my haven that protects me from death
And ever so stoic in the ground it stands
It will never budge for it retracts the light

But the warmth it contains
On this barren tract of land
In all its chaos in its branding
For the comfort it holds
And the truth it confronts

Protect me

Waking up to sweet lilac rays
The tingling sensation that carresses
My nostrils

I awaken, but my head is chained
To my bed

In solitude my body rests
But when it's solemn it rots
Under the lilac morning sun

A single lit torch standing amongst the stacks of a lonely crowd.

It was the only survivor of the rainfal that swept its peers.

Embers flying around sporadically, ever so lively, it longs to be lit again.

But the fire never came.

How does one douse itself with ease, I wonder.

Picked, plucked feathers are
Lying amongst a bundle
Of broken twining

Dim screens turn into
Bright supernovas gazing
At your mere presence

When I floundered I
Got taken by mere fingers
To a new resort

Though hurt lingers and
Pain corrupts the somber air
I always belong

And maybe, I have
After that darkness within
Some radiance spared

What is sand?

Individually it's nothing
But why is it everything

Under the heat of the sun
The mountains standing
The rocks underneath the running rivers

Sand is nothing but everything after all

Chopin's Nocturne opus 9, number 2

A sonorous performance,
The mellow yet melancholic undertones of the masterpiece reverbates through the meadow
From the reflective rubato streaking past the flowerbed,
To the passionate conclusion in a whim, echoing through the garden,
The garden in which a willow rests
Its twigs holding a chalice in its embroidering,
Twines glowing in the shimmering of the silver moon,
Its dark-red fluids seeping from the cracks

It gazes through the dark crevasses for an eternity,
A panorama of planets and stars dwindling to dust as it stirs its nebulas,
Clouding its view as in parallel,
Universes as large as needle tips deteriorate to nothing

There's just naught, nothing, nothingness,
The black mass piercing,
Puncturing the veins of the solemn soul wandering through the canyon
Rubato, stringendo, it walks its own pace and in its solitude
The moonlight its guide, the music its guardian
The darkness its friend

The walls enclosed - an impasse clad in an aural hue descending from the stars
An eternal mirror flowing accross the pond
It took a gander in the deep lagoon and saw the galaxy unfold

Sparkling candenzas fluttering through the sky like fireflies
Ever abiding, expanding galaxies within the grasp of its cortex
The moon flows, the stream flows
The sound of drizzling water emanating from the distance
Timeless endeavour snaps back to reality

I found myself sitting in a dim-lit room, glass in hand
The mellow taste of the blood-red wine
A bouquet of fine grapes with cherry undertones
In the corner rests the mirror I gaze in occasionally

Seconds pass and I gazed into an abyss

Minutes pass and I gazed into an abyss
A murky shadow lurking

Hours pass and I gazed into an abyss
A murky shadow along two red stars

Days pass and I gazed into an abyss
A silhouette hued in rubescence grimacing with hollow eyes

Weeks pass and I gazed into an abyss
T H E  E Y E S  W A T C H  M E  W H E R E V E R  I  G O

Months pass and I observed a whole new universe
As I looked at the crevice staring back at me
It smiled and reached its hand

Years pass and I gazed into an abyss
The opaque mass piercing my glassy veil as familiarity reminiscences
A supernova of grief and destruction strokes my back, pinching my neck
The willow is dead
The moon is red
A brittle chalice crusted with blood

Then it fell silent and yet the nocturne faintly lingered in my head
As I stared into the mirror for the first time in centuries

It stared back, bearing the most unnerving grimace

Blank faces walk past me
A visual elegy
In the morning past the city streets
Yet everyone persists so dimly
The overcast retracts the colour from my sight
As if it is midnight
And traces, shapes of phases
My shoelaces untangle themselves and I fall
Flat

The phasing interrupts my morning stroll
Predators on the prowl
Clad in amber
Stalking through the morning night mass
Hearts locked, empty locket
Deafening the peace in its trail
Chasing my tail and once I'm had
It detains me, immobilises me, I am
Caught

The city of black and white
Has no time for shades of grey
And yet the vivid colours bond
But yet I tripped
And in the black and white streets
I was trapped in technicolor

And I danced on the mellow sounds of the grammophone
With dozens of friends standing aside
And they enjoyed the feast and at least
I was overcome with joy

I sat amongst a crowd of mannequins
Their fabricated smiles warmed me
And I danced on the music of the creaking windows
Ignoring the cracks around me

We celebrated in glee and raised our glasses
A speech, they demanded
A speech, I granted

And I spoke on the spot, glass in hand
In an empty room I remained

After a strenuous hike I met a man
With no arms and just one leg
But he would always smile at life

What makes you happy?
What makes you fine?
How do you forget that you are broken

But the man kept on smiling and said
"It is fine"
And I found myself staring in the mirror

Small beaks
                    Amongst the frozen peaks
          Sliding over small blankets of ice
                    The frozen terrace and its cold embrace
          Bright sapphire shimmers under the sunlight

Community within municipality, a band unbroken
          Where affection lingers to a land lost
                    A land sought-after by many

The frigid landscape where loyalty lies
          The royal forest of snow and ice
The keylock rings, the shackles ramble
                    For it is the pilot
                              Straight into the locket

And everything my locket carries
           Beyond the arctic scenery
                                              of lies.

                                              *Guide me home.

The candle lit

Gentle lump of wax
Burning bright
Please give me your light
Please give me your light

Gentle lump of wax
Burning bright
Please give me your light
Please give me your light


gentle lump of wax
burning bright
please give me your light
please give me your light


gentle. lump. of. wax.
burning.
please.
light.



burning wax.
light.





burn.

A calm winter night.

The street lights at the window sill did not seem to embrace my room as I was seated beyond my desk.

The unlit screen still seemed bright for when it carved its image in my eyes,
The glass display shattering in millions of shards piercing through my paper skull.

An etymology of communication, the relation of electrical currents through my crevasses,
The empty eyesockets in my skull ridden with blood, pus and ink, oozing out of my empty casket on what remained of the abandoned framework in the chair, corroded to unidentifiable bits of gore

A steaming pile of putrid mass desecrating the serenity of the chamber,
decorating the walls with mould and algae

A murky portrait indeed.

Tangling vines carress the oxidated heaps of sticks and bones, they feel it, they long for it
Mutilating the sheer remains of contorted steel and ivory as the ink chants its final tune.

I indulged myself with a brew
                  Of sand and seashells
      And licked the salt off my hands
                  As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
                             The hollow abyss my only friend

For waves throw, the ripples bloom
            For the harbor sleeps
                            The towers gloom
      My cold haven black, brown, blue
                  The fluctuations in everlasting motion
                                      have endured

And the frigid hands seize my neck
                  And they form a rigid burble
         Turning over my back
                         My skin appeared purple
                                 And my lungs filled with air

                         Yet that frail air never
                                           tasted so sweet

And the king spoke
What is strength on a palace so frail
They barely hold our weight as they sigh
And creak like the crows on a summer night

Yet, through the blight they stand amongst us
In everlasting glory

Because in its rotten core it but tells us their story
And we keep them intact

What is fear when it breaks easier
Than the studs we have stood upon
For an eternity?

Blurred visions linger
         the longest in mind
When one dreams about
                                      the apocalypse
        The other flounders
      
        But for they are the same
                 And the light is with them
                 It displays mere cracks in the skin
        And the wind blows them away


                                             Clumps of broken dreams created
                                             Figments tainting the soul


For your mask speaks
Your heart speaks louder



                                                                                    Stay strong.

Mystery embraces my shoulder
Am I real? Am I not?
                                                I don't know


It hesitantly wavers to my cheeks
Am I male? Am I female?
                                                I don't know


My identity got forgotten
When the hands left me
                                                I know.

                                                I don't know

The harbor where my heart rests
Faintly beating with the ripples of the waves

I stood amongst the pebble with an anchor around my neck
One glance over the dark surface made me cower

The impenetrable veil of the ocean is not my friend
But its cold embrace warmed my heart

For when the wind blows the sails pass
For when the gulls hover over the piers

I closed my eyes and took a dive
And nobody ever saw me again

But when the sea howled my name, I came to rest
Tiny paper boats cluttering around the remains

That was not me...

                             ...not anymore

As I glanced at the anchor that was chained to the hulls
For the current has freed me from my noose

As time smiles, it leaves
For when it frowns, it concedes

And I dipped my toes in the sand

A foggy mess dwells
Through abandoned cells
And in perspiration
Pours out of my chest

In the neverending mass of
Inner monologues and doubt
I ponder, my heart slaughtered
But yet it remains

The stakes are my life force
That keeps me a float in
The howling abyss that affects
My dying heart

For its punctures give me force
For whatever reason they hold
As I open my core, flowering like a rose
And out of all of those

Chains of letters pour out
Clumping up like cancer
On the paper, the ink-stained canvas
Please let me find my resting spot

I was struck by a bliss from my desklight
As thousands of moths gathered by the candlelight
And with its fragile wings fluttering
Accumulating in heaps to ponder over

Resonating sounds propagating through
The continuum that marks my territory
The domain, dormitory where I remain within
From the grasps of the path of thorns

When Will time learn to keep its pace
The sun comes and goes before the moon
But rarely spends its time saying goodbye
Tragically yet romantically they follow

Yet the music lingers tonight
In the interior of this barren room
The sound of buzzing and the rain
Tickling the window sills that seal my room

Time will **** this occasion ever so slighty
Slowly draining its face from blood as it
Writhes in the everlasting embrace of mortality
Whilst the temporal veil creeps over their face

Amongst sparkles of the dim lights
Dwindle fractured traces, slit away
Pulled apart from the guardians of the dusk
Dust and dirt emerging from the kindled heap

Were it for Them, they would never cease
To see the dawn arise as solis vincit luna
They could fathom the sunlight's carress
For their sunlight faded to charred vestiges

Yet I remained here, the butcher talis qualis
Smothering lepidopteran remains, crushed at my hand
A solis ortu usque ad occasum, ad absurdo
Cacoethes scribendi meum

For my answer lies All in the order of
The naturals where even phraseology
Conjugate in what it is
The everlasting will of my inner demons

As I found myself in the mere shade
I watched the streets unfold
A symposium of amicable fraternities
Crawl from under the floor tiles
Clad in many, oh so grotesque veils
To douse themselves in miniscule fandangles
Dwindling, flourishing in the sky
To let the amber liquid flow
Gush in spurts in an interminable fashion
As there amongst the spitfire
The chaos never ends

For ages I wandered
But ended in a slumber
I'm just another number
Cause people don't care

But how I fare beyond redemption
On the brink of salvation
I am invincible, I am eternal
And I will stand strong

A puppet on a lonely string
Cannot dance nor move
It barely floats around in place

Please embrace my shallow cask
Don't you laugh at me
For as different I am
We are similar

Yet the puppet proceeds to dance
Their own requiem

Tempo grave, sempre sospirando

An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down

I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play

The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own


#


The piano plays
I         yet
  have
     to
       compose


The piano GLEAMS
Something


The piano SINGS
that    keeps    me


||: The piano LINGERS
From             choking
         myself


The piano SUFFERS
In an             eternal
         embrace

The   p i a n o   SCREAMS :||
The   p i a n o   CHOKES
The   p i a n o   DIES
the
      p i a n o

Of              needles
and             thorns

D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione

When it's odd it flows
But when it's even

     the time

Stops

Words
    Swimming through
        My brain

Until I pour my sorrows on the canvas

Does one forget to crack a smile
To turn on the light, to light the fire?
In this neverending shade of grey
We remain with chains around our neck

Why do we wander on our own?
To drown in sorrow, madness
Arms were meant to pull us together
But instead they drag us down

What is existing when we writhe
In pain, in grief, in delusion
Does our mind really cloud our heart?
And beyond that cloud, is a ring of gold

A vaguely lit lampshade
Pictures the streets
Where tiny crickets and fireflies
Awaken from their slumber

As many a number cannot tell
The livelihood of the suburbs
Where owls fly and wolves howl
In a sea of light emitting from the lockets

And at dawn the bumblebee flutters
In an elongated mantra
The day awakens, the night rests
And the puppets emerge from their cases

The city where hearts beat and break
Where the puppets dance to the clocktower in the west
But tonight I forgot my key
And remained at peace in my locket

The inner city is my fortress
As the walls shelter me from the cold
The inner city is my teacher
For the knowledge it holds

Source of tradition and history
In a land overcast with grief
As the land wails my heart beats
As the birds fly the city sleeps

And overcome with brief, intimate things
I sleep at night but with a smile on my face

How does happiness fare
I asked to a man
For he exhibited a broken smile

"Every once in a while" he said
I can feel warmth of a thousand suns
Only to be extinguished by the rain

To see the blossoming petals
Dance eternally in the wind
Only to be clouded by the dark

The broken man smiled
For he removed his mask
"Every once in a while"

Through the waves of pleas and phrases
Weaves the fox through uncertanity
Its tender fur as white as snow
Nimbly traverses through the landscape

The harmony teeters - loses its tether to
Whatever the machinery internally hold
A pandemonium of noise wreaking havoc
Lingering strains in the core

Ripples stain the verbal mass and traces
Amongst the men with blurred faces

Faded lights trace the visage
In fateful slumber on their grave
Invalidation, desecration
Barren raindrops on the concave
Surface of the hollow cask

These bludgeoned faces know no mercy
Have defied and defiled entities
The sacred deity in eternity
And find their eternal rest

And thus spoke the wingweaver
Who descended from beyond
Decayed faces, deteriorating
A putrid stench from their mouth

And through plague smeared teeth
He hissed to humanity
Beyond his barren grave