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

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"

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.

The sun dissipates beyond the overcast sky
Turning to a faint shade of grey
An impenetrable mantle of clouds
Draws the light from my vision

A gloomy ordeal, a morbid sight
As I lay here in darkness
the shadows cast a sihouette
it talks to me, condescendingly

I am but a scapegoat of despair
Conjuror of demons

Do your flowers bloom?
Do they stand in vivid glory
Beneath the sun, are they ever resilient
Or do they perish in plain sight

(For) I am the scapegoat of destruction
Conjuror of demons

Pearls remained on the silted floor
Dimmed rays cast over the abyss
As garlands cover the ceiling
The currents persist

Come forth and dance your ballet
And flow through the waves
In everlasting grace
And save me from my boredom

Burbles occur and the reef rejoices
As muffled voices
emanate from the heavens
For they are but dancers in the oceans

And we frown upon them

A cacophony of sound
Muster no wavelengths too abundant
For a master of space
Designs time to their own will

Short notes,
l o n g t o n e s

All resolve by a single



click



Strings
      snapping


HORN sounds


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Deteriorating phrases
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fermata

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

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

The cold.
My cheeks flushed pink as I inhaled the remnants of the frail air
Surrounding me - clouded tufts occur
They dissipate as I breathe
I whisper.

The prevalence of rosebuds, nature's pride
Flourish amongst the beaks of the emperor.

Strands of scarlet, stains of blood
They all entail the unrequited sentiment of the weak
The frail entrails dwindling downwards on the empty patches,
Barren warfields where I exhaled.

The enticing floral rain, the vermilion of the soul
The pale old man with the raincoat is watching me
I turn.

Bring me deliverance, old man
The joy of my ultima, the ****** of my being
For you watched me ultimately,
For death cheers for me from the sidelines.

Bring me deliverance, for the caress of the end
Is my valentine.

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

On the brink of defeat I stood taller than a mountain
I let the wind howl through my crevices, the jagged passes
The bitter cold just brushing my skin
I stood stronger than a myriad of armies
Brandishing their swords for the king
I am an unrearing beacon for I pass the test of time
And for for centuries I will not falter
But when the rain comes crashing in

I crumble

Even cathedrals and basilicas would envy my stature
As I stand draped in purple, red, hues of gold
The warmth of the sun, rub my back
Glowing in bliss as intense as the flickering
The flickering of the fire in my core
I am an invincible fortress for I pass the test of time
And for centuries I will not falter
But when the wind blows in my face

I crack

On the brink of defeat I stood taller than a mountain
On the brink of defeat I stood triumphant before many
The castle where I stand radiates purity
But the interior screams in terror
Cracked ceilings, putrid pillars infested with maggots
Shattered windows and doors ajar
For how strong I am

How strong am I?

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

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

Platinum tusks of fur heaping in front of me
Guide me down a path
Which I conceal with maple leaves
As I walk down the jarred path
It leads to a bed of flowers
Covered in a blanket of gold

I am numb, drunk of greed and rage
yet it alleviates my pain
I take seat
My senses tingle as the aromas linger
The incessant perfume, ever so piercing
Caressing my nostrils

I regain consciousness
however, memory crannies obstruct
as these final words echo through my brain

Mellow rustling was heard in the distance, I look around
A wolf on the prowl met my eye as we converse
Without talking
For the gander we took at each other spoke many words.
We remained in silence, but I understood
I stood up and followed

As if we were floating
The elegance of each step taken was riveting
Leaves dancing around me, performing their ballet
Moving seamlessly along with the wind
Of which I felt neither

I followed it past the withered remnants of branches and trees
Critters scatter amongst the landscape
A truly idyllic experience
As it stops at a lake - it is violet
For a moment, the illusion of beauty got the better of me
As I stand and gaze aimlessly in the distance

I take notice around me
Nothing
I stare in the water
The sky is dull, sepia tones
Thunderstruck, darkness
I awaken

In front of me lies but a carcass and rotten flesh
Amongst a bed of thorns
I lost connection

Revalualating...
Booting...

In the silence a noise approaches my ear
I look around. Darkness
Any scream for help is responded to with silence

Rebooting...

Bludgeoned puppets with broken smiles
Guide me down a path, disintegrating,
Once before, vivid colours dulled
Once before, nature rose and defied
The might of the earth, blooming in the sun
It reeks of pollen, I sway
The sense of disgust fills my nose
As visions and visions filled my head

A candle light
My vision clouds



Nothing

In the shade of the twilit sky
Incandescent embers rose and covered
My sight.

Its warmth trailing the contour of me
Yet what remained, an effigy
Blank carcass amongst putrid mess
Cracks in its slate, cavity ridden.

The hollow holes howled in the wind
As it exhaled for the last time.

Do the blinds cover your weakness
Does it conceal
Your suffering
Your misery
Your pain, the bleeding
It hurts so much

The faint light
Of glowing canvas
Leave an empty
Trail
On her face
Empty eyes like crevasses
A hollow mess

I scream.
Nothing
I cry. Nothing
I wail
Sob
But silence remains

Standing petrified before death
Brandishing their scythe
Into a neverending slumber

Vectors trace my shell for I have thrown away
The bonds I created flounder with the demons
That do not exist, yet remain locked in my skull

You wonder, his lips are moving
But you cannot hear a sound
You wonder, his eyes are open
But you cannot see the light

You grasp in the air
You miss

To lay dying in a world of despair
A landscape of disarray meets their demise
A closure in despise, forgive us for the entropy
For humanity suffers from the perks of greed

Yet the gods watch us from above, they atone
Our prayer, our faith and belief
As we cry and weep as they pinch our cheeks
The lazy gods enjoy the ordeal as we grief

A leather case contains
My small tusks of happiness
My eyes dilate upon seeing
The light emanating from the screen

A leather case contains
Shards of emotions
And feelings for I am blessed
I hold it dear

Tiny pebbles tumble down a staircase
Of concrete, rock and sand
They keep their momentum going
With the assistance of the wind

Tiny droplets cover the decks
Of thousands of fleet
Through the blanket of light
They ascend and dissipate in the sky

The mere occassion
Bonds narrowly with evocation
With assistance of the heavens
They coexist

But through painful contemplation
The momentum is lost
A fraction of an entity
But what am I?

Precious memories align
A vivacious melody bursts out in their gleam
A passionate inferno resides inside of me
A universe special to my heart in its shiny appearance
Singing its inner melancholy

In spite of the analysis I yield
For my soul is on vacation
Going for shopping in the paradise of loneliness

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

I know I can't see you
And I can't hear you
But I know I hold you dear
In my heart

I can't hold you
I can't feel you
But I know that I want
To be with you

For you I wake up
And stare at my screen
Waiting to see
X is typing

A lunar cycle passed in memoriam of them
Who helped paving the road to unity
Yet sought the warmth of the sun
The golden gleam shone brightly on the pass
They marched forward

A staple in the system deemed unmatched
An adhesive bond, firmly grasped
Although double-checked it dissipated
The roadmaker came to a fall

Falling silently, they let out a final cry
As the path cracked in time
The road distorted into contortion

What seemed like a peaceful road
Ended up a jagged pass
The falling abruptly ended

The hands that reached out to them
Embraced them in a livid bloom
Of effervescent warmth

I stood amongst the occasion
To guide the roadmaker, creator of the stars
To guide them to their ultimate path

Ultramarine hues from the seabed
            Mounting its clasp around my back

The sand scrubs, caressing my still torso
            The crystallizing salts around my back

It tore me to shreds as I was consumed whole.

      Farewell, solemn docks at bay of the mellow beach
      Of soft, silken sand, like glass shards underneath my feet

The ambient hum of the watchtower cast its judgement over the body
            Reflecting a pale violet into the greenery

Wasted debris coated in glistening, diamond
            Worthless scraps of a cadaver

Coloured teal and periwinkle, stained amongst the surface
            It floats, embroidered with algae, to Atlantis.

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

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"

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

I walked through the valley
Longing for the warmth of home
I passed the thorny road
Engraving my feet with their thorns
Destined to guide myself home
I fought my way through and conquered many obstacles.

As fierce and brute my appearance seems
Many would consider me gentle and kind
Never would I lose my honor
Or hurt anyone, I swear!
Telling the truth in a world of lies.

Still, I wandered alone at night
Through the valley I loathed
Returning home past the lake,
Origin of love and courage
Never would I yield, nor
Grief over my mistakes.

I faced the countless lies thrown at me
After all, I did not meet my demise
Many would have suffered despair
Not a single thing complied
Over the thin air and frigid snow
The thin air that lingered through the pass.

Greatness ensued the men succeeding me
Enamoured with pride, in fervent passion
Never would they break the morale
That was built through my strength
Leaving them behind was no option
Eventually they would reach the promised land.

I watched the legions from above
Generations of trust and power
Achieved things man could not imagine
Victorious cries and shouts
Elated return to our motherland
Us, the victorious warriors
Pursuing the dream of infinite strength.

It was all an illusion from the start.

The vivacious odour of the rain that carresses me
Tracing along my skull that entices me
Indulge me in your epiphany, dear cloud
Please give me your company

Amongst the night that traces the vivid tracks
Consuming the landscapes of hope and glee
Amidst the midnight sun, a song unsung
By the canid critters traversing the path

Please do guide me and sing
For me - for them eternally
In grace and peace, I believe
I'll return to haven once more

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

''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,,

Golden ooze emanating as sticky velvet shimmering
Incandescent mellow slime adheres to my eyes.

The instant that fireflies cluttered the sky
In tufts of effulgent light, illuminating the heavens

From the sins of glory frolicking above, without resent
I would play my heart's desire in the lustrous glow

Affluent of romance, in the critters' dance
The warm daydream in exuberant daze

Idyllic illustrations so vivacious and serene
Of embers and wisps fluttering, in harmony

The amber of the deities stroking the world's vitality
Bloating the shells with determination

Fragrant seeds amongst the barren fields
That sow and yield the feats of fraternity - a wonderful time together

Does that spirited desire brim many chalices
That hold the essence they cherished and held dear?

Alas, the mere beaks of the mountains display
Mere creeks that seep discretely

Infallible caveats, seething with deceit,
Retracting the essence replacing the grief

Hurt tangles caressing their cheeks
In fluffy, soothing melancholy

Gazing at the lilac sky, a cruel epiphany
When the judgement of burnt genocide condemned me;

It embraced me in an exalted, wayward dazzle.

That vague representation cast by the sunlight
It talks, it waves and speaks to you, too.

That vague representation cast by the sunlight
It moves, it follows and listens to you.

The unreflective mirror that views you as you
It mimics, it presents, but in this gloom

When it comes and grabs you by the throat
Which is the shadow, you or you?

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