Late night dip into the metaphorical dense pool of delusion and subtle mania
Blood raging with residue of hypnotics
Deem me unstable and troubled
I cannot explain nor can I excuse my behaviour anymore

Athirst for stillness
Is my turbulent heart
Swathed in ice.

It shrieks in conditioned iteration
Then it turns inwards on itself
Satiated from absurdity
Fervour absconds
The faculties
I am done chasing ghosts

I stopped writing about love
When I realised  
I am incapable of
Discerning between people who love me
And people who lie to me.

Daniel,
Wish I was lucid
So I could see clearly now
Dawn has come

The unfed energy
Of palpable madness
Virulent desires
A shallow grave
Where convictions blaze

This last ricochet
burning words for light

Daniel
Wish I was lucid
So I could see clearly now
Dawn has come

Emotions ripened
As the night grew old
The dogs howled
With such unbridled vociferance
Could it be
They sensed my troubles.

Imagination can take you
To explore avenues of grandeur
In spite of this
You cannot defer reality
Awaiting the grasp
Of the ends you desire
There is no defining moment
Where the puzzle pieces
Suddenly fit

The light we seek
At the end of the tunnel
Does not exist
Unbearably so
You have to create your own light
Embody it
Your luminescence will light your path
It’s an excruciating process
life
Devoid of restraint
All you can do
Is deliciously divine in
Into your heart’s darkest desires
And hope for the best

Time is fluid
Eternally in motion
Waits for no man.

The sun looks and feels as though it seeks revenge
The sweltering heat exarcabating the chronic fatigue that plagues this youthful body
All of the grumbling and screaming turning  into a silent whisper
And subsequently, a yawn
I feel oppressed by mother nature

The wind is blowing in fiery-like gusts  When it touches my face I can feel all the energy oozing out of me
Justifying this idleness

The air smells of wilted Jacaranda tree blossomings, strewn across the lawn
Which would be blissful if inhalation of these smells didn't spur on pesky allergies
It feels like the end of days

I yearn for the feeling of relief in the air and within myself when the infinite skies flare up and release the rains
And the pleasure of hearing the water murmur when it flows over the stone work in the front yard

Endurance
Endurance.

Mortality
is
such
a bore.

I taste the emptiness
Of a life built
On the fringes of ideas
That failed to hold true
I exhale the fervour
Embody the reckless abandon
Own the rooted rage
The rigorous conception of art
I taste the blood lost

The waves of ambition
Rearranging the realities
Afloat from delusions
I taste the sweep
Of ephemeral nirvana
Savour the sweetness of
Reveries of the great
Disengage from the current
The surrender
To blissful oblivion.

Splendiferous blousy hydrangea
Flourishing with life
My affection soaring
Like the hue
Of the bloom of the plant
Whose fragrance reminds me
Of your tenderness.

Engulfed by the deluge of magnetism
Senses torn to shambles by desire
My being cannot fathom
The unyielding sensation
Of weightlessness
It ravishes
This acidic intensity.

A cool date would be one were we
Dig up the bones of my
forefathers
Attach fresh severed heads onto their dehydrated skulls
Dress them in the latest fashion
Then dance the night away under the glorious moonlight.

Baptise me
In the glow
Of your halo
Traces of euphoria
Courses through my blood
A riot in my head births
As I recall the day
You marched
Into my hollow
Inflaming
A magnificent tempest
That fill the pages
Of all that I write
Your words
Weaved into the intricate spaces
Of my impenetrable heart
To leave it radiating
Unimpeded adoration.

He kept pounding
On the door of her heart
Athirst for the scent of
The bloom of the plant  
To absorb the decadence
Of whimsical charm
That which seeped from her being
Irises that bled a rivulet
Of scarlet roses
Conquered a man
Dictated by a savage desire
To bathe in
The impalpable shimmer
Of her pearl white hydrangea
Adorned sun halo.

A life non-linear with time
Head in hands
An avalanche of thoughts cascades over me
Cast adrift into no man's land
A wedge between reality and I

The fluidity of these words
Tumbling out of my mouth
Echoing
Forming a stain
A pattern in my psyche

Maybe one day
I will write of sorrow no more
When it seizes to exist

A soul pulsating
With effervescence
Will invade your spirits
Like the raging sea
And freeze
The misaligned fragments
Of your hardened heart
Shatter it into pieces
With a cold disposition
As your eyes widen
Then rearrange it
To make it whole.

Who she could have been is who she was
Going back to trace the remnants of her former self
but you can't leave footprints on concrete
Permanent alteration

She can't imagine future
The past is too harsh to mention
The words stick in the back of her throat

Obscuration of triumphs by all the tragedies that reign
A sullen disposition ingrained in her entire being
Looking at the world through jade-coloured glasses
She's too young to be this cynic

You can see the sadness in the brown of her irises
A kind of sadness that strikes a chord

A heart like
An abandoned evacuation site

Fear encircles
Like wolves at the gates
Powdered courage
Hangs in the air
The repugnant stench
Of stale ambition
Suffocating tomorrow's glow

The pangs from venomous arrows
A reminder
Of the red that still
Pumps furiously inside of veins
So you stem the tide
Bleed to remind of why you love.

Sinking in this shred of light
Intentions laid bare
Dragging the tremble of a jilted lover
I remain vaguely haunted
All I have ever embraced slips from my quivering hands
It's the obvious approach
This matyring
These are the bones I am made of  
Incessant heart's roar
The violence it wrecks on the senses

Long stretches of weary silence
Laboured sighs
Devoid of concrete
Lost among the stray remarks
Certitude becomes magic
Feigned ambivalence
My desires tucked behind my teeth.

An ocean bleeds
Through the spaces
Of my tremulous fingers
I taste decaying sentiment
Tucked beneath ritual
Adrift in reverie, still
Ruptured by the hand of fate
The outskirts of a worn out aria
Cosmic wasteland, lost
Treading backwards
Aftermath of visceral escapism
Faux antidotes
Once veiled in promise.

Lace these faux emotions
In trickery
To drench this void
Hungering for devotion
With flaming apparitions
Of sooth

Wrapped in debris
Of florid sensibility, wasted
Violets burgeoning
In the spaces
Between my ribcage
Turned toxic
These deflated veins
Eviscerated of content.

What was, constellates
At my feet
Like fathomless thoughts
Coiled around spirit
Like ivy
What is, consumes
And unsettles
These rayless irises
The halo that unhinged
To become a different shadow

Chasing your impalpable light
With my arms outstretched
The ardency
Of debilitating need
Polluting veins
Sleep walking
In the corridors of habit
Mumbling your name.

River and the sea
Awash in brume
Transient collides with  perpetual longing
Pebble in a pond
Drowned out melodies
Devotion silently seeping
Into the dust
Endings and crooked vantage points
Anchor me to Forevermore.

I haven't really laughed since 2009
He said,
He then divulged his struggles
As did I
We spoke of the mutual regret about not keeping in touch
But with conflicting schedules, relocations and studies
It is comprehensible we veered in opposite directions and lost contact

My estranged bestfriend

We reminiscenced about the time when we were school kids
In stiff shirts, massive floppy hats
And giant blazers we practically drowned in
How eager we were to go home
When the siren went off at 3:05pm
The shanenigans at the pavilion
In sixth form
When we were the lords of the academy

A strong grip on my giant mug as if it were the holy grail
Huddled in the corner of a cozy eatery

In his company once again
it felt as though I had arrived home where fire burns incessantly in the fire place
On a winter's night

We laughed about my truancy
And how he got kicked out of the rugby team on account of his rather lanky physique
He imitated our biology teacher and tears flowed down my cheeks
That kind of laughter
You feel in your core
And your whole body shakes

So captivated by the various discussions
We both forgot to sip on our steaming beverages

He narrated a few short stories about the events
that have taken place since we last conversed
I in turn narrated mine or lack thereof
He emphatically tilted his head to the side
God, I had missed those gestures of his
It all came flooding back
His mannerisms
The way he moves his hands when he speaks  as if he is trying to literally hold the conversation

For what seemed like a lifetime
Before saying goodbye
Dead-eyed
We stared into each other's eyes
Almost as if to telepathically say
Do you remember the time
When we were so alive.