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Volumes to rent out, volumes to sink into, dense as the fog over mountains and deep as the ocean itself. Thoughts come and leave. Thoughts etch themselves Upon the brain cells, which will eventually die and be replaced, losing the etch that holds diamonds far greater than kohinoor itself. Hence its time to transit them to somewhere safe, somewhere...immortal. I claim this site...
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Fly Away
Sundance,
Wish i could
And the grass would grow
Maybe next time ill try
Shed off me and my
On these broken, wings,I fly,
And fall to fail
To feed, to graze
The heaven's lamb
And the trees bow
Give way
Fly away
Shed tears
Feel the joy
The ecstacy...
Wind to the wings
Talons to the soul
Wrench and reject
The pain
And fly
Fly away
On these broken, wings, i fly,
And fail to fall
Or fall to fail
Sundance
Wish I could...
Monday, August 22, 2011
Come Home
Time is flying
Carrying my hopes
Heavy on its shoulders
Burdened down by the gravity
Of thoughts and times
And words that rhyme
With love.
Drive a spear thorough
Through my heart
And scrutinize the blood
That drips to find
Your name smeared
With your fingertips
Burried in my soul.
Craving,clawing
Pulling,drawing
Myself to the well
That used to sate me
But now it hates me
A river pure now
Gone foul.
Hurry and shuffle
Through the papers
Lest the wind
Carries it away
Copy down what
Is written and
Can never be written
Down.
If you find it
Dont mind it
Just tuck it
In your bosom
And come home...
Friday, February 18, 2011
BURN
Black flames of anger,
Twine, entwine
Around the Fire God's curse,
That is my heart,
Burning to the core,
Seething,smoldering.
Of hell and tartarus,
The pit-fiend and daemon,
Of arrogance and pride,
Clawing at my soul
Beckoning, promising.
The black sun casts
Long-drawn shadows
within my eyes,blinding,
Enticing, unforgiving.
No pity to be found
No mercy salvaged
From the rubble of my soul.
No hatred to drive me,
No apathy required.
Just myriad of colors
fills me,
As I watch the world burn
As does my heart...
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Rain...
It paints the blues in black
And the yellows meet the white
Watches the Banyan weep its age
And the ants get beaten down.
In his corner, the old man shivers
His possesions a shade darker
As his mood, wet and grumpy
While the rain falls un-noticing.
No lark cries out today
As the curtains come down heavy
The downpour making all things fade
While the lonely petal falls...
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Mystic Surrender
And she let it fall, whatever
Was left of it, famished.
All those dreams, and reality
Far too incoherent for her, now
That she had, finally met him.
His dark soul stood illuminating her.
His words,as pure as darkness on a moonless night.
And when she looked upon his face
Fear struck on her shoulder to escape
But instead of walking away, she went to him.
His dark soul wrapped itself around her
And they danced, a dark dance of spirits, that both
Truly understood.The veils, lifted, as they chafed
And crushed the verdure beneath their feet.
The insolense of darkness, swirling around her
Like fumes from a deep abyss, that was,
His heart. So different, yet so close, they were
And in the final moments of their mystic alignment
He wrenched out his heart, and presented it to her.
She took his heart, a token of his dark love, placed it
Into her own body.She could feel the power
That it possesed, ever present eternal darkness
That proved to be more than she had ever known.
She embraced it, harnessed it.
She showed him her true intent.
She wanted it all. For it was, her darkest desire
She laid a kiss on his cold lips
To close the agreement their souls had made
And lest no one put it asunder, she chanted
And took his hand, gliding across the dark landscape.
He looked upon her with an evil smile,
Knowing full well, she was his forever, and more.
But her designs were far greater, to be denied.
She wanted his power, and to be by his side.
He realized that she was true with her feelings, and now
He knelt before her and confessed
That she was his true dark queen.
His true dark queen, his only salvation.
Never before had he felt, an emotion
So strong, that even he couldn't overpower.
Never before, had he felt so weak,
She smiled as she saw his smile fade away
She knew what destiny beheld,darkness
Was what filled her now. His heart ,
Had overpowered hers.With a myrth on her lips,
She turned to him and asked, for
His parting gift.With sadness eternal, he unsheathed
His black blade, and with unflinching arms,
Gave her , the present she craved for.
Sun was turning black, amidst the blood clouds
As she placed her final kiss upon his cold, dead lips
And then with a lament, deeply engraved upon
The black mystic heart, that now her body encompassed
Let the severed head of her beloved fall.
Their souls had finally met, and his, had finally departed.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Christmas
It's cold out there
But the window,
Is still open.
A chill, runs down my spine.
But there is no pane
To block the cold.
Winter winds, howl outside.
But the sonorous sounds
From the church,overshadow it.
I wonder, if voices
Even have shadows.
Sleep approaches,
Wonder if its hypothermia.
Can't afford to see a medic.
Hell, I cant even afford my meals
Or a candle to light at the church.
It's the day the christ was born.
Did he feel cold and hunger?
Maybe, maybe not. Who cares?
Five days from now,the new
Lunar cycle begins. Nothing new.
A girl watches me from
The nearby boxboard stacks.
An orphan, just like me.
She comes to my hovel.
Wonder whats in her hand?
Oh, a burnt cake, thrown away
She wants to share it with me.
I ponder what to look forward to
The celebrations of christmas,
Or the ice burying dead leaves beneath it.
Or at the trees, standing
Bare, shivering in cold,
Just like us. watching us
With unseen, unblinking eyes.
We snuggle closer and eat the cake.
Lord christ, a small piece of it,
I gift to you on YOUR merry christmas.
Not mine...
Brother
Tell me brother, did you cry
After you shot me down?
The pain I felt, did you feel it too?
Were any of those tears you shed
From the core of your heart
Where I dwell, once you said to me.
Tell me brother,did you love me still
When that dagger of yours, stabbed
My back and rended my heart, which
Was was yours as well. Did my blood
On your fingers elated you or did it
Make you lose blood too?
Tell me brother, will you cremate my carrion
Or will you let it rot in a back alley
Where only vermins dare to roam about?
Does it make you happy that now I am gone,
Or does it frighten you that I'll haunt you forever?
O tell me brother, for I would have died for you
As you would have for me(you told me so)
Should I still be around as your guardian angel
Or should I leave you be, as you would have me...
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