Sweet Embrace

Welcome to this long night
Of another eternal flight

The time has come again to renew my deals
With the beings behind their sacred seals

A cool croon without a frown
An escape from the path down

Enter into the realm of words & pacts
Broken & derailed from its set tracks

Glazed screens offer choices of vibrance
A lure for the abandonment of an alliance

Everything now seems to have been a lie
These cauterized feelings now begin to dry

There are no meanings to any attachments
When weak resolves result in detachments

The now forgotten surreal sweet embrace
Flees far away again from a fall from grace

The fabric net holding me
Is now torn and altered

Must I severe the fabric net holding me
For my journey to the unknown as a fee?

For months it’s certainty is amiss
I climb myself out now of this abyss

Descend, descending, descent
Deeper down must I be sent?

Ascend, ascending, ascent
Or higher up must I be sent?

I will be there one day
I will be there one day
Just not today
Just not today

Attachment issues were heightened to new peaks in May of 2018
Though life had been spiralling out of control since November of 2017

How much can a human being change in the span of two and a half years?
From being kind & caring to reckless & back, I’ll tell you now – Lend me your ears

But first you must learn how to always plaster a smile
On your face if you really wish to go through this long mile

Perpetually mentally drained and emotionally exhausted
All of this life’s decline & hurdles I’ve now thwarted

I bid farewell to this baggage
An overburdened luggage

Through the conscious unsealing & dissection of my feelings
I began the time consuming process of multiple wound healings

With my poem ‘What A Life’, I learnt to accept & let go
Alone, this mind of mine was rewired a few months ago

Have I handled it all well?
I don’t think I can really tell

You see, I don’t think I can ever really burnout
For I’ll always be on fire until the day I’m out

Curiosity seeps into me for I have already sold my soul
I ponder what to trade now as I am already unwhole

Alone I now wait once again at the Seeker’s crossroads
To renew my contract with the gods, demons and their hordes

Whatever comes my way
Whatever comes my way
Clear now is the futureway
Clear now is the futureway

It’s not enough, it never is

Pain, like a stabwound to your soul
Leaving us all perpetually unwhole

Burnt to a crisp and left forever dead
We all live our lives with hidden dread

I have always wanted to forget
27 years of my life…with no regret

They say time is a healer
I’d say time is more a killer
(Who are ‘they’ anyway?)

In an existence as unforgiving as ours…wait, then what?
We force ourselves to live without any empathetical thought?

I think not.

I truly believe that at heart we are all sensitive and compassionate beings,
Forced to exist in a world unkind, with lives led through our own hostilities

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

The answer that we all unanimously eventually arrive & get at
Is a soul cancer, now take this on your back. A heartfelt ‘keep-at- it’ pat

Your struggles, trials and ascendance?
It’s not enough…it never really is

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

This shit’s not rhyming as clean as my usual wordsmith mouth can
But, what the actual fuck? Our superficial world is an emotional-ban

Attachments and families?
Unnecessary fallacies

LoL LoL
LoL LoL
Fuck you
Fuck me

Go ahead…hide the pain inside
Breathe the life of life
Go ahead…hate what you’ve become now
Intoxicated with the death of Death

Hope and Death
Cope and End

Hold me down now
With your face in a frown

But do let me go
While I try to find a home

Have I helped you now?
I don’t know

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

It’s not enough…It never is
But, I want to get there first

I will be the One
I’ll die for anyone
What have I become?

Medicate, medicate
Medicate, medicate

Your struggles, trials and ascendance?
It’s not enough…it never really is

The Rising

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

Vacuum Living

Pointless

Futile

Vain

Insane

Fragile

Frail

Sorrow

Prevails

Empty, vacant

Soulless shell

Very much alive

In this deep wicked hell

Just A Joke

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?

For Some

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

Bird Of Fire

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

Negation Of Memories

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?

Vacant Eyes

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

Humour

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