Hello! “The Lavender Jam”, my first ever compilation album is out today on all major music streaming platforms through the Swedish record distributor Amuse!
The 16-track album contains all the songs that were composed & written over the past decade. Check it out if you like your music a mix of mellow, fast, loud and rude tunes! Link below-
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/0tiUzHM4j27TQ6XIuDkUiF?si=K_Qh-T9pTkyEGkBZrsStpA&utm_source=copy-link
Thank you for your support! Cheers! 🍻
Beyond our hyper-kinetic
World of make-believe
The price of everything & the value of nothing
Remain the same
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Fires burning with a feral ferocity
Berserk lives lived at warp-velocity
Broken glasses, broken bones, chokeholds and moshpit fistfights
Tearing cities a new hole on stages through countless midnights
Fits or misfits – There’s no time to give a flying fuck
Huck Faircuts, Huck Faircuts, Huck Faircuts – They suck
A timeless perpetual burning of candles on both ends
A firm grip on dreams unwavering to fickle trends
They say that in the world of heavy metal you will find no friends
Only family you haven’t yet met through fates’ means and ends
Human beings – atoms of the universe
Hearts & emotions enabled to converse
There is a sense of simplicity amongst them
Uncomplex creatures perched upon Life’s helm
A beautiful union of a billion souls
Like jigsaw puzzles pieced to be whole
One chance to live is all they have been given
To break away from the shackles of their own prison
Capable enough to tap into the threads in the fabric of attachments
Feeding in the sun with sentient beings embalmed in their catchments
Wandering and pondering about the many phases of their time
Perceiving and striving to rewrite their tales in a spirit sublime
Emotions are for feeling; whether they be good or bad
We should always persevere; whether we are happy or sad
There lies a conscious choice to switch to empathy
From the wayward vacant ways of showcasing sympathy
Stay strong child and boldly rid yourself off of your phantoms
For both living and non-living things at their core are but mere atoms
My favorite place reopened today. I’ve been waiting for this since the lockdown in March and it’s finally here. Better late than never. Onwards!
I guess covid affected all of us in its own way. No communication or contact degrades any human bond, to a point where it ceases to exist anymore. If you’re wired to be old-school like me, I guess you must’ve realized by now that all of that trust and faith you put into people prove to be futile emotions and morals to live by in today’s fast-paced world. For anyone reading this, know this – my spirit is strong and so is yours, my will is strong and so is yours, my heart is pure and so is yours and more importantly I have never been a quitter and I sure as hell hope that you’re not as well. I’ve spent my life trying to change the world for the better through my writing, music and art. And I will continue to do so till there is a true and pure heartfelt understanding, gratitude and empathy amongst all of us towards each other. And when this hasn’t panned out the way I’d hoped it would when I was much younger, I just resorted to talking to people one person at a time (I still do, lol. I think it’s beautiful how people are their truest selves when spoken to when they’re alone and asked all the right kind of questions that they’ve waited their whole lives to be asked by someone). The world we live in is fucked up. We are the problem but we’re also the solution. Shall I teach you about heartache and the loss of God? Do I teach you about how the universe works? Or shall I teach you about the power of your dreams and the hope they imbue within you? I wonder.
There has to be a better way to live as a collective than the one we’re in right now. My life so far? Hardly a notch made in the bark of Tree of Time? Far from it – I think not! So far, so good…so what! Cheers!😊😎🤘🏼
Incessantly deep – that’s what it was
A vibrant lake with an uncommon cause
Unlike a dull scene from a black and white movie
A pool of rainbows swirled and existed solely to be
A mirthless abyss bound it’s deft endless vertical
As perplexed wells sang in a stormy silent spectacle
How long have we glided on this scaled emerald snakeway?
Asked the guests to the Keeper of Realms at the end of their day
Across the Bridge of Sighs lies a stone stairway that’s steep
Moist and massacred with moss where sullen mermaids weep
While we cascade into the deep depths of indignation
We find that fear has followed this sensory perception
Life, times and people in simple black and white we cannot weigh
For all of us are but carbon atoms resonating in shades of grey
Fret not, the Wizard of Pause guides us at the end of our journey
For he has lived his life with every moment spanning an eternity
There lies the black dragon of chaos in it’s undisturbed sleep
For eons laid motionless awaiting a new harvest’s reap
Behind the veil of grace what we see are movements inside
Of some long forgotten folklore beast draped within a black hyde
The Sun suddenly sets in slumber into a pitch black lack
All mythical creatures now reign free as our blind eyes slack
Hands extend outward
As we get pulled inward
Three years of extensive musical phrasing, writing/erasing/re-writing and composing slowly taking form.
Words of skill
All truly nill
To feel like you’ve had your fill
Words to kill
Your silly thrill
A pre-planned emotional spill
Mighty this, mighty that
Hoard through gluttony on fat
A cause for your divisive hat
Purge the soul
Purge the whole
Purge the backstabbing mole
Knives in my back
Foresight you lack
Through silence fade to black
Words to be slick
Words to be quick
Attachments resemble a walking stick
Independence
In dependence
I had travelled afar,
Slept under many a star
Through mountains, dungeons and caves,
Freeing dozens of tortured slaves
A true harbinger of peace,
Over all I shall have ruled with ease
In many a battle I had slaughtered and maimed,
For my just brutality over hills I am famed
All who would anger and oppose me,
By the tip of my blade would be set free
Such was my repertoire beyond countless days and starry nights,
Famed as a god I was, fabled and mythical were all my fights
But, today in this world of netherworldly rainbowed colours,
My soul paces with unease, twitching with feral fervours
For what I found in this world upon my arriving,
Intense and surreal was the rising
Look at how we bleed,
Killing each other to secure
Our place
In a world of
Make believe
Pointless
Futile
Vain
Insane
Fragile
Frail
Sorrow
Prevails
Empty, vacant
Soulless shell
Very much alive
In this deep wicked hell
Did you know him?
Who?Him?
Yes!Him!I didn’t know him!
Oh,really?I didn’t know him as well!
As well as what?
What was in his life’s well?
Well, who knows?
Did you know him?
Me?No!Never took the time actually!
Oh,how sad!What about you?
Any clue who he was?
Nope!Just another nameless soul to me!
Hmm mm
How sad!
Doesn’t anybody know him?
Me?No!Who me?No!
Well,it looks he was in an invisible cloak!
Trying to fit in with us??
Wasn’t he just a joke!
Or was he?
Where is this fabled lifelong friend of mine?
Yet to be met and found to be forever thine
I look around me everywhere and see everyone
Has someone they are close to that it seems so fun
Best friends, close friends, a maze of a friend circle
None of which I’ve gained with my life’s sparkle
Unacknowledged, forever twisted and alone
Have I forgotten an old sin that I must atone?
To be with a companion
Who is with you till the end
In someone’s eyes to be a champion
I painfully long for a lifelong friend
Maybe I am destined to be left behind eternally
To have hope given and taken away from me endlessly
With a worn and heavy heart in abandon
I long for a lifelong constant companion
Where is this fabled lifelong friend of mine?
Yet to be met and found to be forever thine
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
In mind, in body, in spirit
I wish to nullify this life’s defecit
Living with a silent scorn
All efforts vain and torn
Endless ridiculing
Suffocation stifling
Oh my illuminary friend
Please help me see this end
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
Stagnating within a stagnant pause
For some it comes with perpetual pain
With no sight of hopeful peace or gain
For some it comes with wisdom attained from age
Infinite free smiles before an unmaksed hidden rage
For some it comes with unconditional love
In mute exchanges of the emotional glove
For some it comes with blinding rest and sleep
Of private dreams pandering to the social heap
For some it comes with a six-string bending
Immolated souls in musical notes ascending
For some it comes within illusions of themselves
Narcissistic cries for attention in humanity’s fake encalves
For some it comes naturally
All facets of life faced gladly
For me it comes from my personal secretive yores & folklores
These eyes I’ve been gifted with will always see behind yours
I refuse your excuse
Deep,
That’s what it was
Like a black & white movie
With no white
Bottomless, endless vertical
Spiral of darkness
Moist, moss massacred
Stone stairway deep
Deep down doomed
Fear follows visual sensory registration
A movement inside
Of something wearing a black hide
Pitch black lack
My eyes slack
Hand outward
Me inward
Hey! You there with the mask & cloak! You right there!
I see you’re going somewhere, may I ask you where?
To a goal fueled by ambition? You don’t say
Why? What’s wrong with your current stay?
The lights are getting dim, you’re stuck in a loop
And you’re unable to stimulate your mind in it’s coop?
Is it really all that bad a thing though?
To feed the machine and earn your dough?
It is you say? How very very strange
And that justifies your struggle for a change?
I see, carry on along your funway then
I won’t be a bother to your eternal when
I know you want out of this doo
I know a good place we can go to
Play a jump game of realms with me you sad mime
I’ll show you an extremely good untroubled time
Flights above
Crawls below
Brawls to the left
Peace on the right
Poor old brittle realm lady
Crumble to dust cascade-y
Circuses are meant to be mesmerizing – Watch mine
A phoenix birthed from a charred heart
From the skies it flew down to play a part
It tought resilience through its choicest tears
Fanned the flames away off of all your fears
The orange wings spread in distance wide
Embracing the burnt-heart within it’s hyde
A life filled with perpetual neo-negativity
Will once again be cleansed with tenacity
A burning fire within fluctuates between strong and weak
A perseverance keeps resuscitating itself in a life that’s bleak
The Phoenix sheds it’s tears to foster this heart’s raging flame
The rejuvenated soul resumes to take part in your frivolous game
In stillness
In calmness
The heart beats again
The crucible of pain will always forge the strongest soul
As I sit alone at dusk and have my first
A black liquid to quench my life’s thirst
I recall an existence filled with nothing but misanthropic void
An incomprehensible scribe to my future husband or bride
Are you now going to get lynched for swinging both ways?
I seem to care eitherway, since existence is a hypocritical haze
Your sexuality has never mattered to my wayward mind for it’s a bore
A formidable intellectual companion is all I have craved for forever more
In a pure relentless pursuit towards a peaceful vision of all my lives
A constant step forward away from all your dripping distrust-laden knives
Dive deep into the first black-red drink of many
A calculative future strategy with dread, uncanny
Behind the first now parched awaits a secondance
Ready to soothe this shoulder of absolute dependence
A welcome calm over the languid flames of my distant detached heart and soul
An Armenian pianist now sings blissfully into the ears of this abandoned black foal
When forever is to be continuous somehow
Eternity is a long time away from until now
As I sit alone late night and down this cure worthy single drink
I teeter and cross the edge of an elusive Niravana’s brink
Tried and pre-tested acceptable methods of being a part
Now prove false under the guidance of your rotten cart
Are you really listening to me my dear loving God
Probably not, you pure imaginary friend of a fraud
I now seek to liberate myself from all your predictable grids
To down this drink and try my best to foresee my life’s skids
As I share bits and pieces from my life’s cup
I keep expecting one of you shits to stand up
Only to be left without any answer
Happiness seems to be life’s cancer
The pursuit of which constantly results in an ever-rain upon your farm
I already know you wish to be set free from all of experience’s harm
Always level with the precious offsprings that you have hurled
Else as misfits they shall wreck havoc upon this superficial world
Await for my shit allegorically misjudged perfect painting – Freely
I now have to leave because I hear the Moonwolf – Seemingly
Hello! 🙂 My single “Copious Dreams” is out today on itunes, spotify, google play music and more! This marks my first ever classical piece. There were two lines I wrote down a couple of months ago which sort of guided this track and possibly the upcoming album.
It goes –
“When the fabric of life begins to tear at its seams,
Detach and drown yourself in your copious dreams”
Follow the links below to stream/download or check it out on YouTube. Cheers!
Spotify –
Google Play Music –
https://play.google.com/store/music/album?id=Bhghbikhgpmcf5fejuqintzxv3u
YouTube –
Whether they be good or bad
Unwillingly driven cold and sad
These thoughts and memories
A misread book of insanities
Same old story, none will ever know
A heart with no summer, only snow
How does it feel to live with a fluctuating mind that’s worse than a chameleon jumping on the vibgyor colors of a rainbow?
What do you see when you look into our eyes?
Do you realize we see all the pain, deception and lies?
Our vacant gaze burns into your mind
Only sorrow and pain in it will you find
I see us all falling and calling
Out to something in essence enthralling
Nihility they say is a lost cause
We always have time to pause
Vacant eyes all around succumbing
Forced into a world unbecoming
We walk together all alone
Seeking our own preserved throne
Rightful heirs apparently entitled to it
Just too blind to see or feel it
Have we fallen so far across time and space
That we plaster a smile across on our blank face?
Like snowfall we softly descend
Vacant minds allowing minds to ascend
What do you see when you look into my eyes?
Do you see what I see? It’s all lies, lies and lies
Human beings smile or laugh to escape
From this forecfuly projected landscape
Humour is more often derived from someone else’s pain
A fleeting feeling craved for a selfish emotional gain
Caught in a twisted maze of delusions in a noise so deafening
So easy it is to deny the pain of someone else’s suffering
Humour me, go ahead and try your luck
And see for yourself if I truly give a fuck
Hello! My first solo album “Screeching Fingers”, an extended play record(EP), a pre-release to “Luminescent Being”(LP), is out now through the Swedish record label – Amuse. The album is available on all major music portals such as iTunes, Spotify, Dezeer, Google Play Music and more for streaming/downloading.
iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/screeching-fingers-ep/1324022933?ign-mpt=uo%3D4
Google Play Music – https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Bright_Screeching_Fingers?id=Bf5g4gmqsyhzvelu7zzejr4p2hu
As the album screening and approval mail from the record label a few days ago states, the album is just a search away on other platforms.
Starting the journey to live the dream hotel hopping singing at 14-15, doing alt-rock vocals at 16-17, metalcore vocals at 18, heavy metal rhythm guitars at 19, thrash metal lead/rhythm guitars at 20(my first exposure to media coverage), a frontman doing vocals, rhythm/lead guitars and writing lyrics for my black metal band at 21(Wherein we as a band experienced killer times from releasing our demo record and our full length album in 2013-14 to performing on Day 2 as a part of Asia’s loudest metal festival, the Bangalore Open Air in 2015) and then finally venturing out on my own as a solo musician under the name “Bright” and getting shortlisted as one of the top upcoming artists of the country by Hard Rock Cafe last year at 24. About time I reaped something from it! From being a double chinned chubby kid to a raging guitarist at 25, 11 years of blood, sweat, tears and an almost irrational stubbornness, bordering on insanity, towards a childhood dream of being a legit musician. As Chuck Schuldiner from Death, an all time favorite band of mine, once put it -“When dreams are followed, time is a test”. Cheers!
Release my solo album through an international record label – Check!
When the still waters
Conspire against the tides
When the snow hustlers
Pause to see epic landslides
When an infinite universe
Rumbles it’s song two-pronged
When the polar converse
Undertakes a silence prolonged
True venture is chaotic
Infinite adventures erotic
A deathly communion orgasmic
Degeneration of the cytoplasmic
A frantic climb done over a dune
Witness a serene vision of Lune
Caught in a search for the elusive Light
The end of the tunnel approaches – Bright
An incredible find
Forever a subdued mind
A voice hoarse from shouting
A rebel seeing and screaming
Design and animation.
In a war torn life
We’re all alone
Pain and sorrow
Is all we’ve ever known
So we grabbed a knife
To get it done
They promised us
That it’d be fun
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
We were asked to go with non-partial fists
To be devoid and feel nothing like nihilist
To break all our bonds and forget our pain
To wash ourselves in an endless bloodied rain
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we still go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
My latest digital artwork.
Pretense
Intense
Today’s weather report
The barricades deport
In Celsius a hundred degrees
A predestined summit varies
Much cloudy they say
Unhidden is still the way
A relentless rain pouring
An unhinged mind soaring
A cool bright light, swaying snowfall
Experiences cause not our downfall
Rivers and oceans, a constant tide
A visual intake, our hearts open wide
Pretense
Intense
Today’s weather report
Inner barricades deport
A video of me playing random stuff on my guitar from about four years ago. Looking back , I keep wondering why I even went and got a haircut!
Question – What does a straight edge,an addict and a spiritual/holy person have in common?
Answer – Death.
Hello! 😄 My first book “Naked Mind” just went international! 7 months after the digital copy was released via Amazon Kindle, it’s a thrilling experience to be informed that the paperback version is now available for order worldwide!
Follow these links to order your copy. For those of you who are in –
UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/154967630X
US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/154967630X
Denmark – https://www.amazon.de/dp/154967630X
France – https://www.amazon.fr/dp/154967630X
Spain – https://www.amazon.es/dp/154967630X
Italy – https://www.amazon.it/dp/154967630X
Japan – https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/154967630X
Thank you all for your constant support in all of my endeavors! Have a nice day! Cheers! 😇🖖🏻
Pencil, pen and the occasional eraser.
Since most of you following me here from the last couple of weeks are new, here is small story about me and of how “Bright” came to be.
At the age of 18, I started of as a vocalist for a Metalcore band called “Demise of Deceased” in the year 2010. As a band we focused majorly on writing music that described the life and times of soldiers in the army and at war.
Having felt that pure vocals was not my thing, I then proceeded to learn how to play the guitar and eventually started playing for a Heavy metal band called “Black Peter”, followed by “Chaotic Serenity”. “Chaotic Serenity” was a Thrash metal band, whose material was majorly inspired by the work of metal giants like Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Slayer and Pantera. I performed with them till 2012. Towards the end of my time with them, I felt the style of music I was playing wasn’t extreme enough for me and quit the band.
I formed the Black metal band “Anti” with other like-minded musicians keen on writing aggressive material as a vocalist, guitarist and lyricist from the year 2012. The band remains active till date. With “Anti” we’ve had the opportunity of performing as a part of the highly reputed “Bangalore Open Air” metal festival in India in the year 2015. During my time with “Anti”, we released one demo album – “A Dark And Shattered Soul” and one raw full-length album – “Anti-Theist”.
In the year 2013, bored with the one-dimensional approach my writing had turned into due to genre constraints, I ventured into the instrumental music territory with “Bright”, hoping to explore and express the multitude of emotions experienced by a human being through music alone. I made it a point to record and release the guitar based instrumentals myself as my aim was to be unrestricted and have overall control over which direction my songs would take. The solo guitar instrumental work I’ve done in “Bright” has resulted in a lot of great opportunities and new experiences. In the month of May, 2016, after 3 years of composing instrumental tracks,”Bright” was shortlisted as one of the top artists of the country by Hard Rock Cafe, India for their international event “Hard Rock Rising”, in which the top artists of the country in which every Hard Rock Cafe is present are given an opportunity to perform at Hard Rock Cafe with other top notch artists from around the country.
Through the years I have persevered with my life in music relentlessly. I now have enough material for a full-fledged album, tracking and recording of which has commenced. The musical direction i’ll be taking with these tracks will be very new for me and I hope to evolve more as a musician through the process.
Most people ask me why “Bright” is purely instrumental, having stated that in today’s world instrumental music is majorly a non-lucrative dead end street. And my reply to that is –
I write instrumental music because I can connect with people without the use of words making the experience that much more powerful. I believe music transcends language. My goal is to make the listener think – “Hmm, I think and feel like this sometimes too”
For those amongst you who are curious about what I do, follow the links below to check out my attempts at living my dream! Thank you all for your consistent support and encouragement. Cheers!
Facebook – https://m.facebook.com/insidethewhitelight/
SoundCloud – https://www.soundcloud.com/preetam-sp
Reverbnation – https://www.reverbnation.com/bright7
Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/preetamsp/?hl=en
Twitter – https://www.twitter.com/heavymetalpree
My book ‘Naked Mind’ – http://www.amazon.in/gp/aw/d/B06XHT7BYV/ref=mp_s_a_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1501514817&sr=8-1-fkmr0&pi=AC_SX118_SY170_QL70&keywords=naked+mind+preetam+sp
YouTube – https://m.youtube.com/user/666Pree
So far, so good… So what! Cheers! 🙂
Possum Goes To Prague, Richie Blackmore, 1999
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Bionic
And cryonic
Broken
And frozen
Misled
And dead
Both
Aware
Both
Alive
Both
Hopeful
Both
Peaceful
A converge
A divurge
Breathless
Reckless
Spirits free
A living fee
A converger
The merger
Please don’t tread the path of lunacy
Why does the cold still linger on?
Memories
Like a shotgun to the head
Downwards
Into an abyss so dead
Spiralling
Out of control in pain
Trapped
In a perpetual rain
Triggers
Parasitic claws from the past
Caught
Within a mind now aghast
Shining
Glowing dark and distant
Awaiting
A state of stillness constant
Muddied
The pathless way ahead
Bloodied
So soulless and dead
Time
Pacing forth quickly
Life
Terminated so sickly
Perception
Pure deception
Illusions
Always
Now and forever
Till the end
Everybody wonders,
About all of their blunders
But, pause and have a look at the thunder,
Because this life isn’t yet torn asunder
We existed within our own mind
We would resist when we’d find
Two paths merged and crossed
And one heart was to be tossed
Another life in sight
Two free birds in flight
Envisioning what could have been
Faltering because of what we’ve seen
A little girl lost and forlorn inside
Unsure of what lies beneath his Hyde
A little boy in silent screams and cries
Unsure of what lies behind her eyes
Another life in sight
Two free birds in flight
Two paths crossed
One heart tossed
Two paths merged and crossed
And one heart was to be tossed
But, another life still lay in sight
Of two birds forever free in flight
Mistress Death and Father Life
In tales as old as time itself
It is said that ever so often
These beings of emotion give birth to a child
A child of Pain
A Prince of Pain
The Prince of Pain
Mistress Death’s Herald, the black-clad
Reaper with a scythe on Pain’s left,
And Father Life’s bright white light
On his right
The young child experiences both
Life and Death simultaneously
With the being on his left
Waiting to bestow upon him
The final kiss of death
A final kiss
The final kiss
And the light on his right
Asking him to
-Persevere!
-Complete!
The task
That was once given to him
A child who feels
Both Death and Life
A child who floats
Perpetually caught in the throes of duality
My first book ‘Naked Mind’ is now available via Amazon Kindle! 🙂
Follow the link to buy the digital version –
The far more aesthetic paperbacks will be made available in a few months!
Seven years of writing, four years of taking it seriously and trying finish the book, one year of losing all hope and giving up on it only to be led back into writing two years ago by a good friend of mine. The path has been long.
This book is dedicated to a mentor, a close friend and a rock ‘n roll elder brother figure of mine who ceased to be one among the living four years ago. How I wish I could’ve taken the time to notice what he was going through and help him out of his misery instead of being too power-drunk with the local fame I was gaining as a musician at the time. Having noticed that something was amiss all too late, there’s not a single day that goes by where I wish I could turn back time and help him out of his addiction and change things. In one of our final conversations the young man told me that my mind had the potential to change the way people perceived everything around them, said I had a mind capable of changing the world for the better through my music and writing.
This book is also dedicated to my late pup Leo who was taken away from us all too soon in a freak accident. Those harrowing years would have been tough to bear without his presence.
Having finished my first book now, it’s time to start working on my first album as a solo guitarist through Bright. A release for a single has been planned out, following which the shooting for my first official music video will commence. No rest for the living! After all, there once lived a soul who believed that I could change the world. I can rest when I’m dead! Thank you for your time!Have a great day! 🙂
“I have drunk the yearning,
Swallowed the flame in full,
And now I will bend the skies to my will.
Two eternities can never be so far apart,
That I could not bridge them together” – Revelation, Niilo Sevänen
I dream of ghosts
Long dead and gone
Souls released
Into death forlorn
I hear voices
Whispering of a mystery
Unseen and lifeless
From my life’s unsung history
Spirits of the past bright
Fly above me all the time
Making me write
Sad songs with a melancholic rhyme
They ask me to sway
This way and that
Forget your pain
And embrace Death
A life less lived
Trapped in a cage of guilt
A lifeless one lived
Upon a throne of shame built
Surrender to us
These distant voices say
Be with us in peace
And in silence hold sway
Dated – Feb 18th 2017
When we experience things and grow up,
And have had our fill from Life’s cup
At long last we are offered a way out,
An infinite one-way road without a doubt
Some of us who are tired choose the way out earlier,
Without giving second chances to make things clearer
And what is the importance of second chances?
I believe it’s a peek into Existence’s smaller nuances
Small things become important as we reach our final destination,
All the things that we worked for, a verdict for our final reputation
In the end some might ask – “Do we even matter?”
“Yes” – Say the one’s who’ve never dared to falter
Living in fear of what our way out might be like,
Only makes our present suffer, skewered on a spike
What fears lay within us all on this quest called Life?
What trials must we go through to cease our inner strife?
And what if existence were to be forever?
Would we still drown ourselves in greedy endeavours?
A way out from this perceptive plane,
Is what some amongst us would call a bane
A way out from this mundane plane,
Is what some would call a non-negotiable gain
As true and sure as the chronicle of Time,
We grew accustomed to ignore our World’s Rhyme
We are scared, curbing our will to live fully,
Instead we dwell deliriously in each other’s folly
A second thought about our ephemeral existence,
Should continue to imbue us with Hope and Persistence
Our curiosity for the After-life results in a rift between us,
Causing conflict tearing the world apart for the children amongst us
Do you ever wonder why we find it so hard,
To enjoy the Song of One from a truthful Bard?
Shouldn’t the truth about our short time here,
Teach us to live as one and together persevere?
At long last, for a moment we seem to have found our way out,
In Death, the only destiny all of us share without a doubt
By thought, we all once in awhile rewind
Forcing ourselves trapped in a haze so blind
We search for something pure and kind
Within the depths of our twisted mind
The past it sometimes doesn’t let go
A suspended animation hindering life’s flow
But by thought , we also unwind
Reliving good times in a rewind
An innocent child
Corrupted
At such a tender age
An innocent babe
Caught
In the throes of duality
Innocence is lost
In the spirit of
The chase
Infants bleed
Hung upside down
Punished for their curiosity
Wailing
In the distance
A once monotone voice
Now responds
Touched by the hand of sanity
A divinity lost in insanity
Vibrant minds
Within us all
Ancient memories
Relive these lives
Mind’s they scream
Intertwining in ecstasy
On the helm of
A black Raven’s claws
Which once tore at their minds
Innocent souls
Once Corrupted
Still persevere
Still exist
But over-judged
And misunderstood
Funny people
Hide
What’s deep inside
Funny people
Smile
When all is dry
Am I funny?
Funny people
Live
Funny people
Laugh
Funny people
Cry
Funny people
Die
Am I still funny?
As I fall deeper into the depths of my mind,
I find there is a lapse in all things kind
Free spirit is what you think you are,
But you are bound by the clock that keeps the hour
Always forced to pursue vacant happiness,
Forced to conform with this society’s madness
No,this is not the way I want to be,
I would rather die than in your world be free,
For you see,there is nothing but pain and misery,
In my mind,where the demons of the past run free
Lost within and stuck inside this loop of insanity,
I wont be force fed your version of clarity,
I will find my way through this psychotic reality,
And fly away free from the pull of your complacent gravity
I refuse to be a part of your lack of understanding,
I refuse to contribute to the lies that led to my maddening,
I will travel beyond and find the truth though it is saddening,
I would rather die than succumb to your system’s demanding
I’m caught in this loop of insanity,
Searching for a vision with no clarity,
Unsuccumbing to society’s lucid conformity,
I will find my way through your mundane reality
Far above and beyond,but within,
In a pale land without honour or sin,
Insanity to me is as close as blood-kin,
A freind against whom I cannot fathom to win
Far away from your world of fantasy,
I’m caught in this loop of insanity,
Coming to grip with this world’s reality,
Always searching for a vision with no clarity
The voice inside your head,
Let’s you be
The voice inside your head,
Commands you to see
The voice inside your head let’s you be,
More than anything around that you see
The voice inside chokes,coughs and dies,
And your soul becomes naked to all the lies
The voice inside used to perceive,
All the truth there is to receive
Hear the voice inside my friend,
And meet with Death, your end
Sometimes I wake up,
Caught in the delusions of a distant dream
Sometimes I wake up ,
Trying to comprehend why I scream
Other times I am asleep,
Conversing with my dear friend’s Pain and Death
Other times I am asleep,
Choking on my past and gasping for a hopeful breath
Sometimes I wake up,
And look at my vacant face in the mirror
Sometimes I wake up,
And wear a mask to hide my grief and horror
Other times I am asleep,
Looking at this painful life in endless wonder
Other times I am asleep,
Thinking – Just what was it that tore this life asunder?
Sometimes I wake up,
And I find myself searching for a cure
Sometimes I wake up,
Trying to heal the pain inside and avoid Death’s allure
Other times I am asleep,
Hoping that this would morph into an Endless Sleep
Other times I am asleep,
Both Void and Devoid in Death’s fabled sacred keep
Sometimes I wake up,
Thinking – I should accuse you for my Soul’s theft
Sometimes I wake up,
Crying – Just why was it that you left?
So much more to live for,
So much more to hope for,
So much left to cry for,
So much left to die for
This world that I force myself into,
Of which I am a part,
Refuses to entertain the thoughts,
That tear me apart
Cold outside,
Dead Inside
Answer me my friend,
When will I see my end?
How?When?Why? Now?Soon?Later?
A drama for all to see in a theatre?
Pointless living day in and day out,
I stare at you, scream and shout
Cold soul forever monotone and alone,
Staring at you all, unreacting like a stone
Answer me my friend,
When will I see my end?
The world is so cold outside,
I stare at it, dead inside
“Hello. I’ll have the usual Death”
“Hello Pain. How many more times are you going to keep coming back?”
“I’ll keep coming back I guess. Now,then. I’ll have my usual.Please give me one Last Breath”
Take a walk with the Light,
Your mind just might…
See the light show you things beyond,
Your eyes slowly start perceiving and correspond…
Crumble…oh humble Light,
Please cry and die bright
Give birth to Seven of them,
Get a little closer to Life’s helm
Understand all Seven are deathbeds,
Vibrant coffins for evolved heads
Our mind’s converge into one,
The Vibrant, they feed us Fun
Meet your new friend,
Meet your unknown end
Await for Perception into…
Away from Light into…
Awake from Life into…
Into what?
Seven become One,
Dark is the new Sun…
(Or was it Son?)
“Hello again Death!
I’ll have my usual please, one Last Breath”
Reality please take away my last breath,
Nurture it’s dreams,it’s dreams of death
Horrors in my mind,they haunt me,
Unmatched is my insanity,it taunts me
Do I live till I feel my life fullfilling?
Or do I yield to Death’s peaceful calling?
Weightless is my mind,uncontrolled are my thoughts,
Heavy and torn is my heart,fragmented are all its parts
Every night I slip into my dreams,my dreams of death,
Alone in my mind, I’ve come to lose all my faith
All night I walk alone down this empty winding path,
Searching for the right place to plant my weathered epitaph
Forever following an ever shining bright light,
Forever escaping insanity’s dark and bitter might
Far too long have I waited in this world of mine,
For Death to fly by and make this pain fine
As I sit in my world on this crumbled throne of mine,
I look around and see the beauty of my own shattered mind
Enormous flames and rigid snow storms side by side,
Darkness looms over my land with it’s unparalleled pride
The ground is barren,cracked and broken,
No other souls are present here,no words are ever spoken
Dead and wilted trees adorn my mind’s beautiful landscape,
No…no way out of this place,there is no known escape
Washed and rained is this beautiful,majestic place,
With the lines of the years gone by on my face
Mighty,unheralded rainbow cosmic colours flood my own mind’s land,
The cause in it’s creation has been the absence of your worlds divine hand
Majestic is my wrecked mind,
Come into it and you will find,
Nothing but death,pain and misery,
My tired eyes burning with a detached fury
Eventually,everything will turn black,
Time will take it’s toll and bend my back
As I plunge down deeper into my dreams,my dreams of death,
I smile as I finally take in one final breath,my final breath
Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow
Be Sorrow,
Feel hollow
Hurt for all eternity,
Bleed for your dignity
Perish into dust,
Be one with rust,
Crumble your soul’s crust,
In others a mistake it was to trust
Cry for a simple life,
Cease the inner strife
No more looking, no more searching,
Try to be happy,cauterize you’re bleeding
Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow
Be Sorrow,
Die hollow
Be patient for another day,
Eitherway with life we all shall pay
For all the hate, guilt and pain,
Unthink for today, tomorrow try again
Stay for a moment more,
Extend your tale and lore
Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow
Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow
“So easy it is to deny the pain of someone else’s suffering” – Chuck Schuldiner
I cannot find the answers,
When people are flocks,
Of mocking questions
See beyond perception!
Beware!Words of deception!
Cry…
Die…
Fly…
And I rushed into the pale dark room,
Candles were black and lit, melting
Each drop falling with an atomic boom,
Onto the cool gray stone, the wax continued it’s pelting
They told me, they had told me!
-“Another is gone!”
-“Who is it this time?”
I asked, panic setting in
-“A frail soul,one too frail to mention”
They replied, emotionless within
Sensation!
Libation!
In the name of a thousand gods!
Celebration!
Circulation!
Death is only a shade for the mortals!
Soul searching,
Demons lurking
I look at the body,all raiment in black,
The fabric of life and death in a chaotic crack
And I am surprised to see!
My face plastered where it’s ought to be!
And then I turned back
and felt my reflection lack,
In the mirror beside
the Reaper’s hide
-“Wow!”
I said aloud
-“I’m dead!”
I said aloud
And all around me,the new evolved kinds,
They stared at me with their vivid minds
And welcomed me into their blackened slimy visions,
To draw visions into life’s mine and to rejoice in it’s malformed incisions
Of babies bathing in soot,comfort in their ember,half-burnt and crisp
Rickets and scurvy,a fine combination, disintegrating into a smoky wisp
At such a tender age they seem so happy unaware,
Look at them smile and laugh, burning away without a care
Those fair little creatures know nothing of reality,
Blind still to it’s unjust ways and plain brutality
Eating each others souls and having a hearty time,
Eventually growing up to tune their joy into a painful rhyme
I black out this vision before me with the power of the sun,
Visions are for immortals and I will be one
She stood before me,
The pale greying old woman
Brittle her body,
And distant her gaze
My eyes looked upon her,
In pity, in sorry, in empathy
She asked me,
Is my future dead?
Her voice just a squek,
Of what it once was
Beaten by life,
And the people she surrounded herself with
Mistakes and judgements,
One and the same
Is my future dead?
She asked me as she started
To crumble,wither and die
And I said aloud!
“Nobody’s future is dead!
You wretched wreck!”
And Future appeared,
Before me, in all it’s glory
The youngling kid,
With vacant eyes
Just as the old hag,
Crumbled into bright blue dust
I said aloud!Again!
“Nobody’s future is dead!
Unless they decide so themselves!”
As I finished my sentence,
And looked at Future,
for moral confirmation
Future smiled at me,
slit it’s tiny little wrists
and quickly faded away
All life drained from it
And my eyes widened!
An invitation to partake in sanity!
Depravity!Behold!
The true nature of my blackened soul!
I laughed aloud, shouting all the while
Future is dead!
Future is dead!
The Future is dead!
Or is it?
What is it that they see?
What is it that they want?
What is it that they need?
Why is it that they bleed?
In seed,
Out breed
Far sight,
No fright
Why care?
Why despair?
What is it that I see?
What is it that I need?
What is it that I see?
What is it that I feel?
Far sight,
No fright
Insanity, my dear friend
Once told me
-All roads lead to one…inanity
Insanity, my dear friend
Once told me
-All wealth leads to one…depravity
Insanity, my dear friend
Once told me
-The cause of boredom is one…familiarity
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