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State of fugue, seek in this smoke of poisoning lungs
reading articles and books, offering function to this numb
inside the voids of my mind into this woods.
State of fugue, alone in forest, this wooden solace
where no human shape can be detected, a mind confined while my will is taken. Again smoking as a captive of a defying belief of failing or as a container of tears escaping.
State of fugue, is the maintenance of vice and virtue, but also of poor choices, hitherto we seek something and in oblivion we keep running into solitude and animal noises
State of fugue can be also an invented peace, while outside we pleased ourselves with more than electricity, the solitude of reality where no destructive humanity in present seeks.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
A hope, so bittersweet.
The passage of time, so palpable.
A bed sheet drapes over man's shoulders;
People die but time goes on.
Somber house
Lingering soul
"Who we are; where we go?"
Ethereal.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
Winter passed leaving the burrow empty
A wet wounded track wondered the woodland
That ascend steeps story after story
'Till a wolf cry be heard across the land
Then down to the trail of figs and fiddle
Where chase 'came calm and river became stream
Like solving a wild unbeknownst riddle
Chances did fade below the blue moonbeam
Aesthetic would the tulip of the hill
But the bloom dwindles on the canine's track
Huntsman did came last winter's haunting chill
Dispersed, but faith is the core of the pack
It's been an epic tale to save one's self
The wolf howl and hear echoes like itself
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
There’s 3
but more on the team.
The 2 elements come together
but not in the way it seems.
The flying V,
is what you’ll see
when they need to move
faster than the other team
Whether you're Goldberg, Charlie, or Bates
you'll always be this bird
as those who fly together, stay together.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
my body
covered like ivory
richest of all man's desires
a disarray of
such wet dreams
my skin
delicately with
each fold and crease
a mark of unfathomable
beauty
my lips
love back
harder than any love
you give
like a silent
symphony,
whispering
my voice
speaks in the tongue of love
its native language
and only one its
ever known
my face
a ornate mask
i can be any
fantasy,
just for you, baby
my eyes
embezzled jewels
construed upon
a woeful heart
hands
hard as nails
cared for like
a trough of crystals
forever yours
so effortlessly,
unknowingly,
i have lost my true humanity.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
*And suddenly I realized that all of this,
The gun, the bombs, the revolution
Has got something to do
With a girl named Marla Singer.*
Cornelius, Rupert, Travis, Tyler Durden
Who could really tell how many are we in a single body?
Mind creating multiple personas, good or bad
Or both could mean the same thing,
A label, a name as it is,
Could mean something or nothing
***And there could always be a Tyler Durden
The Bold and Free, The Enlightened one***
We see ourselves as we’d like to be
Good or Bad? Again, we decide what is right
Founder of our own fellowship
For our own Project Mayhem
For a girl named Marla Singer..
What again is a Project Mayhem?
***All I know is…
First and Second Rule:
You do not ask questions about PROJECT MAYHEM.***
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
A kid left alone
To his own device
Family left for holidays
but at home,he has fun
And gets into mischief
Makes best of his time
But comes under the eyes
Of the bad guys
And near Christmas Eve
He fights them away
in ingenious ways
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
*What to do when something
very important gets deleted?
To be more precise -
A folder of movies
got permanently deleted!!
that too by mistake..
Now what.....
Nothing...I ironically laugh at my mistake
and I know I can choose differently now
I can choose a new set of collections
which will be different from
what I always choose...*
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
a drepressed loner
in a dark comic drama
his world a social sattire
alienated and desperate
he visited support groups
to relate to others
until he met an
alluring iconoclast
who introduced him to a world
of brawling, violence
until he finally entered into
a world of fight club
it becomes an addiction
a different belief
it becomes his sedative
an escape
until sentimentalism
becomes a horrible lie
so a different path he runs
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Is it normal,
that whenever I see those mushy love scenes
The lightened up face of another woman being chased by the man of her dreams
That I scream?
Because I know it isn't real and I question if it could ever be me
Because all of the love I've known ends in heartache and tragedy
Is it normal that at the end when they've said "I love you" or "I dos" that I feel a tinge of jealousy
for something that isn't even reality
When a lover realized that love had no boundaries
or that a job across the country wasn't more important
or that living without that person wasn't an option
or when the bad guy is defeated and prince and princess unite
or when lovers make up from a terrible fight
I think
Will I ever know this love?
...does this love really even exist or is it some made up fiction for the world of dreamers and those who hope?
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
I used to be a madman
Zipping through the silent skies
At the brink of dawn
When the blue barely got eaten by the mango sun
I used to feed on thrill
I used to charge into "danger zone"
Our Tomcat cutting through dense ether
I used to rule the aerosphere, but not alone
You were always behind my back
Always by my side
Always, my best friend, my brother
I miss you my wing man
I wish you were here
To see how we've finally melted
The icy cold heart of a man
His vengeance has now been
Taken over by much respect
We teamed up to strike down
Four MiGs, when called
To tackle crisis situation
And while I escaped what you did not
I'm sorry for you, for my loss
You could have been here
It could have been us
Lighting up the air
With our jet wash
Rev up, throttle, dodge, maneuver
Target, lock, missile, eject
A chase in our F-14 will never be the same
Not again, not without you
Between you and I, my friend
I was the bad example
So I'll return to school
To indoctrinate more like you
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
Bus driver with dog
It ate all his written poems
Girlfriend is sorry
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
The Hindi Movie which I love the most
The Actor
Superstar of yesteryears
Yet Has not lost his
'Immortal Glow' -
what's in a name , though !!
'Angry young Man' ,
Son of a Poet of great Renown
Seven Brothers all in a farm
No less than a barn !
With the oldest in love with a lady
who hates lies and unruly people
Songs evergreen
Quite an Oldie ,yet a favourite !!
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
The body count goes up
the bodies on the ground
the bodies in the air
the bodies, all around
Cutting, shooting, killing
Blows designed to slay
Stabbing, dying, thrilling
There ain't another way
Double tap, and double dead
his bullet proof, new suits
no words uttered, or said
perfect, every-time, he shoots
The car, is not the reason
somewhat, it was the pup
wife died of cancer
but his vengeance is something
he's never
giving
up
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC