When in the state of mind lay sounds which could inspire,
I was made without the consent of my desires,
Vague, indistinct traits - unclear,
As I feel that what was once here had disappear

Mind be varied, my endeavor,
I reside above the strings of a puppeteer,
And you in me on a distant moor,
Just come back as how you were before

Trivial thoughts to mind contractions,
Manic rush entwine along,
Imagine a world behind innate distractions,
Where all you see just seems wrong

I was given you amidst a dissection of scattered memories,
In where all are kept both inapt and marred in infinity,
Where we are driven to think and see  in blinding malady

Who is this?
A writer speaking to another -
to whom it may concern.

What sadness do you attend to?
That peculiar grief encircling you.

You hear whispers that blight your grounds,
Clinging unto you with very much different sounds,

So insane - so sane - so insane,
One after the other, the stretching claws of
this morbid bane,

Uncalled for, but in laden laid,
Hush little one - there is for no reason
to be afraid.

"But why is the fear so real?"
You may ask and knock the door,
"Why are things so perplexed?"
You may wonder
while lying on the cold and ***** floor,

But then a question better -
'Why - are we even here?'
Why are our feet standing on this ground?
Whilst all stories are getting sadder,
What materialism blinds us from -
is what our ears had grown deaf and
had forgotten of one much important sound,

Hush little one - close and open your eyes again,
Are not the skies so vastly laid and beauteous?
Now bring your attention from where all things had began,
Are not the trees that bear fruits, growing and in surplus?

Hush little one - for we are all small and insignificant,
Those who are arrogant will fall,
And yes - we are mankind, the one chosen,
bestowed proprietary as a vicegerent ,
But the mountains laid are ever more
sturdy and tall,

Hush little one - all of us were born to die!
And do not mistake my hush as to undermine,
Hush! Silence the world and close your eyes!
And let your heart and mind open
to find the shine!

The light that bursts and could cure the heart,
A light like no other -
that no darkness could tear apart.

Hush - and clear your mind,
Hush - for you have forgotten of The Lord Benign.

I saw the silhouette of that entity,
I saw em walking with density,
I saw em brief but in long obscurity,
I saw a ghost amidst its none vivacity,
I saw em walking down the streets alone,
Unseen, discreet in perfect flows,
Like rivers touched won’t change to show,
No embrace just clouds and what he knows,
With dreary eyes in reverie features,
With mind distracted in dozy pictures,
In prison dimmed with wary strictures,
Resolving evils with vague infers,
And so I saw,
I saw the silhouette of that entity,
I saw him walking with density,
But in his shadow of his obscurity,
Amidst his non vivacity,

I saw more than I could’ve seen,
I saw where I am and where I’ve been

Mankind oh mankind,
Why oh why are you so blind?
Your history is fabricated in your time,
Satan is laughing at your kind,
Mankind oh mankind,
Why oh why are you so blind?
Inside this illusionary world that you dine,
You’ve been lied by a box time to time,
Satan is laughing at your kind,
They need not to hop on the flow of Rhine,
They just whisper words and say “you’re fine.”
Mankind oh mankind,
They just whisper words they need not a dime

Malady mind dance from behind,
Behind a line in vague silhouettes of unmoving time,
Like puppet’s swirl prancing up and down,
At the back of a laughter of a teasing clown

Appealed I was to this sanctioned land,
As I ponder to its contents and to its meaning,
Is this all there is to this materialistic blend?
All this amusement of man’s creation brimming,
Until a man would dare say that this world is his!
Even when death awaits in each one’s corner,
Still man drown to the phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’,
And his God is this world his own desired adorer,
But sad will be man when his adorer would end,
That when the heavens and the earth would be diminished asunder,
No refuge nor help will be found, absent of even a single helping hand,
Did not they witness before, the rain poured down along with thunder?
Would be too late for atonement at the Hour,
Judgment will be made,
And at that time man who took this worldly life for granted,
Would burn and be devoured by Hellfire,
Burned by his own ignorance and desires.

Much be ignite through a glimpse of the eyes,
The tingle behind the small flap of maddening flies,
As distant glares be theirs and in them I find,
Impaired souls entwined in the thoughts of the mind

I see through those eyes
Minds are full but hearts be hollow,
Along with smiles
Through a jubilance that they follow,
An elation brief a reality confound,
Come arise oh dormant minds,
Do not be appealed – do not be bound,
This world will consume you
Until you leave all behind.

The mind rushes to seek itself,
But what really is the mind seeking when it hasn't yet known what it is to be seen?
                        Still the mind rushes to seek itself,
Running to the deep ends of it's world to see what they mean,
                         Verity is not a thing to look for only on the inside,
It is in front of us encircling of what is yet to be known,
                        They are not riddles of what the mind asks,
All laid out in measures to be shown,
                        Of realization and wondering tasks,
'Why am I here?' the mind would ask,
                       How long do you think would all of this last?

In trails of long belief,
Of faces that one deceive,
Reasons farfetched in time,
All be wrong in sublime

You came lasting in blight intrusion,
Your roots would breathe on blistered land,
While I be oblivious of your embrace infusion,
Whilst I saw you there on precarious sand

You cast a shadow upon me,
One that’s great through time,
You feed and grow inside me,
In somewhat Topsy-turvy lines

Oh Mankind of different sizes and colors!
From different fathers and mothers,
Man we may look different,
But our corporeal aspects are made the same,
Man we may act different,
But what we use to act are much the same,
We go hungry if we don’t eat,
Thirst for water if we don’t drink,
Man why don’t we take a seat?
And break that wall we’ve made, that brink,
You hear as I hear,
With the tips of our fingers feel as I feel,
Taste with the same sense,
See with the same lens,
But surely now the brotherhood of mankind has been forgotten,
Make it breathe again,
This materialistic world is what had made you forsaken,
Of each other’s needs from which where we had began

Since the age of fourteen
I felt like I was someone else,
Mom never got through me
I broke the lamp in half,
Satan was there I now know,
Mom even said I had he’s eyes,
Then the guitar broke It wasn’t much of a show,
Oh how the world is filled with lies,
I await for the day when the world dies,
Then drugs and alcohol stank into my mind,
I drove with him as fast as I can go,
And I hit a tree and left some traces behind,
I’m alive a miracle I should know,
Still his voice was there saying hello-hello,
And I painted his eye day to day,
With a few skulls in grey shades,
In his govern I was along his way,
Oh how my soul did slowly fade,
Then God came and showed me things,
The voices now lesser than ever before,
For his voice familiar I know what he brings,
But still his prism and his eye shines evermore,
For many blind man that breathes in ignorance,
Surely it is not a bliss but merely catching enforcements,
Oh how man drown in ambition,
Don’t they know that this world is transient?
Continue and die a fool,
You are but merely a master puppet’s tool,
Wake up man this world is not what you envision,
It is not long till the eye would breathe ,
The world would shake in its own collision,
There will come a day where all souls would leave.

My eyes in coats of waves,
The air as if alive in pressing heat,
As I see people around me in raves,
As if my mind would die in feat

If I could trick you to amend,
I’d collect all jester’s mirth,
And fill the core and façade to mend,
To fill unto whatever would be dearth

Breaths be slow in lethargic air,
Butterflies be flapping inside you bare,
To give your mind a spark of view ,
Of what you grasped and of what you knew

Sun arise
come light this world,
Give way
through this labyrinth - unfurl

All this while as
time had died,
I was not lost I need not a guide,
I was just looking for a place
to belong,
Where in worlds apart you’d see
that you knew that all along

I’ve been living in long denial,
My mind had sought for a recital,
To which and where bewilders the most,
Till all distorted, obscured - had froze

Volatile sounds in distortion’s grace,
Mind why are you so quick to race?
Your beats unsound in wary pace,
In the mirror waving your leery face,

But to that is more I see,
Both be dipped in the ink of irony,

At least your absent meander would turn in colors,
Your racing thoughts be turn to words,
You bring me to places you wander,
To places where I could mend and render

Mind how quick for you to deceive,
Show me to where there is relief
For what you bring in laden to this ground,
Are voices clinging in much different sounds

Averse in thoughts of labored mind,
I slide through trees then leave them behind,
Into a silent void of unstable trails,
From behind my eyes into imagery waves,

As I see but not understand,
As I fear that I’d be ******,

Then in unwilling ideas I was brought,
In sense bemused and in fazed bleak thoughts,
So I run to one made retreat,
Mind feel death in malady  feat,

As I see but not understand,
And as I fear that I’d be ******

Departed, gone, had went afar,
I looked for you behind bright dazzling stars,
Whilst I retrace our steps from once before,
As I remember when to why in closing bore

Are you there where both conscious convene?
In a web where the world would pass you by?
I could go day by day and tell you what they mean,
But I’d be veiled by madness to your eyes,
The truth but could only be felt than told,
It is beyond this ungodly world that you hold.

As I breathe and so would you,
When I perceive that I am two,
Along with you in water’s embrace,
Going swift and slow as I’d retrace

As you hover voices up my air,
I feel as if you’ve learnt to breathe,
As you hide behind my inane  glare,
Behind my every will in one sheath

In all you are is all I am,
Of what I am in who I’ve been,
On how I was made to now,
Clear implies of all I’ve seen,

Mind be seen of distant faces,
But close in hand of what was made,
Mind be seen in violent races,
In to where I’d fall and to where I fade

I feel as if something had been lost,
I did not misplace, I did not wreck,
I sought what had gone for its remaining gloss,
Something I require for something I lack