AstrologicalI have lost myself toVenus & Mars,tangled in their mismatched limbs.Just dream dust & shattered prayersbegging for a new set of skin(she can't remember where she orbits).Pluck these fractured wings;the Sun & Moon no longer acheto see me fly in their luster.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;uncompromisinglydesperate to shine.ii. counterfeit & clockwise,tasting words on herunworthy tongue.iii. with a dysfunctional mind& apocryphal dictionary,she cannot clone it all.iv. "say anything," the penwhispers as she tremblesamong ink-scented fraudulence.v. but she just laughs & plays the part,forgetting what the pages told her:"truth is stranger than fiction."
The Pen, The SwordJust lovelyI was happy to fall asleepin the welcoming arms of your words andyou were unaware that you held meso close, and so carefullyfrom the moment I didn't hear you speakto the taste of every sentence you spokeI knew you were the very truth that I'dbeen seeking all alongJust barelyI was loathe to fall so deepin the sharpened edges of your words andyou were too aware that you had meso close, and so carelesslyfrom the second I heard you breakto the taste of every sentence you brokeI knew you were the very truth that I'dbeen avoiding all along
False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days, I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were livingconvinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thoughtignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moonthen sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doomwould befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!They all represen
Death of the PoetDear poetry,This is your challenge,my eternal chore,to restate the truthlike never before-but I’m imperfectat my very coreand hypocrisyis what I abhorso you may expectmy work to be poorenough for me tobe crushed into gorewith failed attemptsto take wing and soarwhen all I wantedwas something much morethan emptiness andinherited warand pointless detailsof imagined lorewhich most of us tendto simply ignoreat the piercing soundof a lion’s roaror the convenienceof a nearby store…what am I trulywriting these words for? Let’s merely pretendthat this isn’t mebut the voice of Godor L. Ron Hubbardor whoever youwish for it to besince facts remain factsno matter the source,no matter the cause,since the trustworthyare also humansprone to failure;so prone to a faultthat we hold dearly-the sum of our faithmeasured in dollars-rewarded by creditand paper money…for some odd reasonI find this funny!So I conclude
ArrheniusThe birds arekeeping to themselvesthis eveningas the earth shiftsslightly-ever so calmly(for when you arethis powerfulyou only haveto move).Here and there, Iwitness thesebeautiful strangerswith perfect bodiesand long hairwalking down the roadin tightly knitted packs.They are animalslike we are animals-like we areanimals withoutclaws and fur,with scratches on ourskin that yields tofragile andfamiliar hands.The winds respondas quiet birds rushfrom telephone wiresin panic andin beauty; shetries to brush the hairdancing circles in her eyes(for when you arethis powerfulyou only have to move).
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams, strangled by weeds, face down in the ground with no roses to mourn them.Singers are poets that croon (if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)and poets are false prophets - true love will last forever if they care to write it, but not if you swallow the lines...yet, they always do.We all have a place set for us in the shadein our own private garden of weeds.
False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days, I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were livingconvinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thoughtignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for
VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymesBy the people in their endless timeAs the morning dew breaks the dayBack to where the city-lights once laidThe lamp-posts are filled with black starlightAs the children run in their flight With cries of sorrow, cries of painThe old houses creaking with disdainAcidic puddles of blood-wet tearsRemain on the street through all these yearsAs the cracks have hid the crumbled dustWithin these roads of bone and rustThe melody of the birds is lost To the screeches and screaming lossThere are people cowering in the darkMurmuring, whispering their tortured remarksFlames ignite the world in fire
Lovers and assassinsNightwalk
Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,Insane, deranged and psychotic,There are people who even call me sick.Isn't it joyful and greedy to demandA sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.Is this the final, one and only conclusion? Better think again, there will be no retribution.Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.
WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mindand stories that wait to be knit into books.To never find comfort until my pillows are stuffed with thoughts instead of feathersTo never let go until I made sure thatthe moon smiled back at meUntil the trees, the grass, and every night creaturehas whispered good night...And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owlafraid that sleep would somehowgrab my neck and drag me to my grave.
bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,and the cigarettes taste like metal;on the street curb of a suburban block,the lights jaundiced and flickering like drunken fireflies, your reflectionthat emanates from me covers every face.
HumanDear Hypocrite, What do you do? Throwing insults when you're insulted.Dear Coward, Where went you?To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.Dear Liar, What say you?Your poison corrupts innocent ears.Dear Human, What are you?A sinner trapped in endless tears.
ConstructDelving into the originsOf what makes an individualWho are you? Who am I?There’s a lack of understanding,Yet we jump to judgeAnd claim to knowThat which we could never understandAttempts are seldom madeTo investigate the unknownTo strive to discoverThose we claim to knowFrom the inside outExtract the innermost thoughtsIn place there is an idealist mirageTo which our beliefs shall cling toIn desperation, or disbeliefIt’s the construct of our mindsetThat leads us all astray
HyperionRemember me as I came to your windowAnd you used to call me, "The Morning Star"You used to change my days as living lightBut inside me you started a god-killer war.I dreamt eons ago of never-ending loveI thought for an astral second this could be achievedYou showed me your back, I turned to the skies aboveI remembered your name, and the mortal's, grieved.Remember me as I came, you threw me awayOne hundred and twenty nine years before.Time passed, channeled by the DemiurgeAll of our names remained casted in lore.I metamorphosed before you twiceComing from stars, "Zeta et Sigma" I got deceived by your cruel device
30. Under the RainStargazing nebulae from Earth to CentauriI hear echoes of comets flying to ReticuliUnder the Rain I whisper to the ghostly witsThat this "me" is lost and damned to bits.This "me" I adore is happy but in painHe is still learning to smile while Under the Rain."Rejoice", the wits return their messageLanes of forsaken thoughts spread among this passage.
29. HappinessWhat will be left of me when I pass the river?I feel I need to tell you not to follow meThe Styx is eddying greatly just like a feverOne that spits venom and obliterates glee.But now I am happy; my life's completeI enjoy living every millisecond and tasting every bitAs I continue to love, to learn, to smile (My torch is lit!)Ignore my problems as I curse sorrowand live to see a greater tomorrow.
28. SorrowI wish I could catch my dreams so far awayIn deep space and time, like a cheetah and its prey.In sorrow as mighty as the last second of my dayI stand here, finished, done for, my mind's astray.There's no other way! Pain is all in vain!I wish my sorrow would just let me be in my infinityTo find love, a treasure I've sought for an eternity.But sorrow lasts till Hell is no moreThat's the end of the world, of this life such a whore.
Sonata Opus InfiniteAl StroboMega liposuction on eardrumEn LomboImagination took over my mindElefoNight's melody why so hard to findElectroInfinite music, lines so kindKinetoWriting lyrics forever in vainEspressoWith some adrenaline and propane.VertigoAll along the path to all perfectAllegroMusicians, playing opus too selectEl GringoInfinite sensation on effectBailandoMinds of people attack and infectSeratoMight of music is never enoughInvitoMy verses so far have been so rough.LegatoShall we cure ourselves of all the painConcertoReturn me the adrenaline and propaneImmersoHaunting someone else's dre
All-Seeing NightAll night lingers in peace, all restless souls carefree from the coffin The night is long, to say, imagine it, mine for the taking. Alluring longing, perfect Eden, my beautiful one, my dying pride Restless spirit on the eye of a rose, spinning passiontide All-Seeing Night, druid of the lives of many, singer in my eyes for an eternity We will walk alone, for love and beauty, yearning for forbidden times We will cry for mankind, not Heaven, our time will come, we will walk alone The All-Seeing Night shall take us deep, forsaken masquerade, truthful lies. Sorrows deep inside my ear, no more pain for them I cannot feel better no
41. TeamworkWe will need more than comprehensionTo help our spirits reach ascension.We will need to seriously help each other flyWhile holding strong against the test of time.Teamwork shall be the key to successBut we humans defy it nonetheless.
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