those seconds of infinite possibility
my veil, my empty rhapsody
every big man a tiny decay
pastures, blue or yellow or green?
afterthoughts, now or then?
all unknown, blinded by
my veil, my empty rhapsody
but i bear to change that doesn't change
listen to every word and avoid all conjectures
play to every tune and escape all troubles
craft all emotions and remove all stains
breathe all if's and foil those but's
lay by me, show that glare
colour me, don't be blue
shuffle my cards, be my fete
glue my extra to your prologue
knock that is gone
spin that exists, touch that feels
keep which fits, throw that fails
be lost, but swim back again
build those infamous melodies
and run past them, be insane
be mad, be a fool, create a show
nothing hurts, just be that love
use that sieve to separate
that frosts, that kills
with your fist that chooses
which to break and which to make
is anything too much?
yes that which is coarse
no that which is delicate
nothing hurts, just be that love
keep your opinion, keep your motto
my drums, my words, my pick, my stand
cast away, but be my whole song
just show your love and that is my epilogue
lay by me, show that glare
and i will remove
my veil
i will change
my empty rhapsody
My life at point-blank range. Written and narrated to make known the walls I broke and the bridges I built
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
A side of me
that sense of detachment I fear
that sense of liberation I crave
alarms if I am uninvited to me
that shallow guilt precedes that enfolded quest
that few and that very I love
that many and that all I don't understand
still don't reach me
and does not become mine
that everything which inflates
that nothing which dwindles
that magic which ain't a mystery
that story which ain't real
that spat which breaks
that promise when broken
that room with no sound
that sound with no lilt
that face with no smile
that smile with all contempt
that humor with no laughter
that laughter with all sarcasm
the able and the defeated
have learned and made and traded
all glory and all pain
still dark, still tainted
everything is a pause
everything is a hold
uninformed and faded
and running like a wounded soldier
mine which is not yours
me who is not you
say if its false
and nod if its true
I only wait to see if it happens
So I join and clap
for everything I lost
and everything I gained
that sense of liberation I crave
alarms if I am uninvited to me
that shallow guilt precedes that enfolded quest
that few and that very I love
that many and that all I don't understand
still don't reach me
and does not become mine
that everything which inflates
that nothing which dwindles
that magic which ain't a mystery
that story which ain't real
that spat which breaks
that promise when broken
that room with no sound
that sound with no lilt
that face with no smile
that smile with all contempt
that humor with no laughter
that laughter with all sarcasm
the able and the defeated
have learned and made and traded
all glory and all pain
still dark, still tainted
everything is a pause
everything is a hold
uninformed and faded
and running like a wounded soldier
mine which is not yours
me who is not you
say if its false
and nod if its true
I only wait to see if it happens
So I join and clap
for everything I lost
and everything I gained
Saturday, September 15, 2007
At times
Maybe everyone is insecure in this 'uckin world. Nothing changes at your will or maybe you need to push harder to get things done the way you desired! Crapped up profanity, insanely corrupting our envious souls and constantly giving that condescending look which I may say is disfiguring our very thoughts and notions which were to make this world a better place. But then we are all a part of this drama. And am nowhere too. Maybe I get a chance to do my part.
Am not keeping a count of cigs am burning, and thats bad! Really missing my bro these days. That bastard is one hell of a guy. Staying awake all night and sleeping like a pig all day :-) I gotta change my schedule man. Biological imbalance is dangerous. 'uck the rules. I don't know why. Feels good to watch the sunrise and be attached to reality for a while.
Not able to figure out what is addictive in life. Cigs, Music or Books 'uckin jaded in life. But determined to make it better. I really can. Thats the bottomline. Time for another fag. Chillll :-)
Am not keeping a count of cigs am burning, and thats bad! Really missing my bro these days. That bastard is one hell of a guy. Staying awake all night and sleeping like a pig all day :-) I gotta change my schedule man. Biological imbalance is dangerous. 'uck the rules. I don't know why. Feels good to watch the sunrise and be attached to reality for a while.
Not able to figure out what is addictive in life. Cigs, Music or Books 'uckin jaded in life. But determined to make it better. I really can. Thats the bottomline. Time for another fag. Chillll :-)
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