A mind encaged,
heart in longing
by lifes' cunning
sombre sails set
to what entices
destined to end
at your demise.
Can't remember how I fell asleep
moments before the mind sunk pillow deep
unconscious conscious evanesced, fades
existential thoughts, the ace of spades
numb to the world, we disappear
blank comfort, unknown atmosphere
A ticket to the Theatre of dreams
seat upon a cloud or hellish screams
Where the mind's in liberty minus your intention
Without the strict regime & restless tension
A cinematic place of infinite wonder
no technicalities or time to ponder
The preposterous imagery behind your eyes
Solivagant adventure floating in the skies
As dawn arrives & your hanging on the brink
& wake up not knowing what to think
reposted a poem ive accidentally deleted
Gloom drenched sky
grey musty clouds
startle the heavens
Zeus in fury
reigns stormy skies
grey coliseum -
Orchestra up high.
Midnight timelapse of the day;
a chaotic flasback - pandemonium
I'd grow Griffin wings & fly away
Off of lifes manic grip - a restless podium
Where the spotlight burns my eyelids sore
Profoundly fatigued, deep to the core
These complications that I can't ignore
I want to hit snooze & snore some more.
A day in the life of a student......victims to the exhausting education system
between the sun & moon
Stark daylight bright
& the twilight noon.
embarks the dark,
the sun's descent
Luna dim-lit night
asks for no consent.
the shades of life,
Miracles of both worlds,
Entice artistic eyes;
sun & moon - enigmatic.
Starless firmament after dark
falling back into permanent gloom
stare up at the black canvas
manic thinking - only to assume
that telescopes show depth & dimension
a peak at a page of the universe
minds in contemplation wired with tension
wonderous discoveries never fulfilled intention.
Even though we're enticed with possibility
expected to live our days with ecstatic productivity...
This facade covers up bleak existence
against glum reality - the human resistance.
Synopsis of existence
Truth of the universe
Beginning of all Beginnings
-all I seem to write in verse
These futile questions,
never answered to
Suffocate your mind
till' it turns blue.
Wait, does the mind...
even possess colour?
The mastermind of life
must be such a troller...
Grants us unquenchable curiosity
- a teasing curse, a monstrosity.
Us minions to unknown sorcery
Stuck living this blissful atrocity.
Just seems like a never-ending phase of existential angst now