I talk to her at first
Indeed she filled my thirst
She told me her name was Jane
And her favorite color was green

We chatted like we know each other then
And now we are destined to be again
I'm happy I found her here
Though worlds to me remains unclear

It's time to say goodbye
I glanced at her I saw her cry
Our morning walk was done
The best walk ever second to none

And now to make the story short
Just like me
Jane possessed these
SCHIZOPHRENIAN CURSED...


written: July 23, 2014

Mysterious Aries

Her loneliness wears maroon,
                 I am aware," to her yin, my yang,"
mine in deep purple echoes,
                the density that's her, in my presence.
On an island of her own, she sojourns,
                 where there is comfortable room for two.
A happy recluse she is, ruminating,
                 diving deeper in to the sea of consciousness.
What does it really mean?
                  we are wound around a "KOAN", working on it,
wouldn't stop to think,  I flow
                    with the insistent gravitas of the current,
Through her the dense silence speaks,
                     in voices clear,  heard within me.
all beyond words, and in a far more
                     subtle plane, than this existence.

I wear a white mask
A happy smiling face
A face wherein they couldn't even trace
This darkness in my head temporarily being erase
They praise me everyday
To them I'm good, great in every way
Little they know that I'm only holding back
Without a mask they'll know
Know that my head possessed the biggest crack...


written: july 22, 1014

mysterious aries

Indeed, I love her!
But can't muster enough nerve
I had rehearse those lines
But as if someone tied my tongue

Afraid of venom of pain
Afraid to be stung
Better to hide it this way
Regret is more painful at the end

She was so alluring
A beauty that could only be mine in a dream
She was every of my fantasies
But how can I charm her
Everything about me was so simple
While she was extra-ordinary

I must act now...

Then I lied...

I told her I am a prince
That I owned the stars
But I saw her shaking her head
She was nothing compared the sun
She was nothing compared to the blue sky
I lost my self control

I began grasping her
Kissing her torridly
Even though a lot of people witnessed what I was doing
Little do I care
I want her badly, crazily...

And then laughter
everywhere....

Indeed people saw me grasping and  kissing someone
Someone in their eyes...
Was only a tree...

written: July 4, 2014
mysterious aries

broken glass ,shattered dreams*
scars we try to conceal....
lies masquerading as hopes..
a raging sea of torment .....endless storms within
one side of the mirror....me, myself , i in doubt.
on the other, the man i need to be.....screaming
loud....silently.
a teardrop mask...... a reflection of who i am,
portrait of truth i cant accept.
who knows what the darkness hides.
words unsaid, a withdrawal..... do not second
guess......beneath lies a chained soul..only
love can break free.
broken glass......empty shells,whilst trying to pick
yourself...... they cut.......and you'll  bleed across
the land...
broken glass will tell you lies,
bleed your soul and blind your eyes.
beware.....like a demon on the rise...
fought against the world, knowing how fragile
broken glass can be....as fragile as glass ...
that is me....
where do i go from here, what fate is drawing
near.....in the end......i am what i am..
broken glass of whats left of me

#broken #fear #dreams #torment #storms #fragile #fate
#brokendreams #shattereddreams

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I know about these demons
All of them by name
The vices they have gifted me
Conversing with my addictions
Making plans for the future
And tightening the chains

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I've identified all the leaks in my hull
Letting the Atlantic rush on in
Duct tape can not fix every hole
That you have left in me

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I do not care about this body anymore
Wishing to rid myself of it
Liberation will be the song I shall dance to
Once this heart has forgotten it's rhythm
And my blood pumps in tune again