Every second, every day,
A dull ache of breast,
Ragged, haggard, heavy;
Impel the effete awake,
-- slowly fade away;
Breath is just a clock,
ticking. ticking. ticking...
Friday, May 3, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Insomnia (working title)
A creeping darkness
To swallow the shadows --
A rising sun in the night.
A tranquil delight
That saps the strength,
To rob the mind of muse.
To swallow the shadows --
A rising sun in the night.
A tranquil delight
That saps the strength,
To rob the mind of muse.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
A Ceaseless Mind
A ceaseless mind finely embossed
With that of which it has lost.
A rift agape, torn apart –
Between ignorance and thought.
New York
The pretty little girls
walking on the streets look so sad in this gold lined city.
Why is this so? Isn't this
the city of dreams,
The city where big dreams
and desires are fulfilled?
Yes, but it comes with a
price.
It’s a city that does
nothing at all, but takes all the credit.
It’s a place that promises
so much but offers so little.
Out-labeled, and
out-maneuvered,
There’s nothing left here
but the dreams of others.
Smiling faces gaze out
through the shop glass windows,
Faces that promise the
same façade as the dummies on display.
Consumerism, greed,
pretentious acceptance – they reek of it.
There’s money in the air,
ripe for the taking – just reach out and take it.
The hustle and bustle is
only pitch black smokescreen,
An elaborately crafted
diversion to rob the blind, to keep the cognizant content.
An army of marching ants
stuck in the routine of the daily drag.
Do they purposely serve,
or serve purposely?
They perceive freedom,
believe in freedom,
But are stuck like a rat
in a cage, pulling minimum wage.
Trading freedom of thought
and expression for freedom of routine –
A prison bathed in social
acceptance, glorified for its order.
Routine, consumerism,
self-indulgence – this, their true religion.
Chasing hollow jobs to buy
materialistic symbols of petty self-accomplishment.
Voices sing of success,
but eyes speak of doubt.
In an age of monetary
wealth, how wealthy is the soul?
White Walls
Freedom, freedom at last
No more am I held captive,
My joy shackled by the
burdens of this place.
Home – peace, serenity,
normality.
I am myself, nothing more,
nothing less.
Burdens lift, childhood
fantasies re-birthed –
Like tree blossoms in the
warm spring air.
I am free – for now.
The new light beats back
the creeping darkness,
My mind is preoccupied
with the day's activities.
Do not think, but do with
exuberance –
The clock ticks away the
last of my sanity.
I am drowned in shadow of
the sky.
As I lay my barriers decay
and crumble –
My resolve weans; the
parasite awakens.
End me now dear fiend, for
your torture kills me so.
Persistence, for I am not
alone;
Or am I? - my fiend
whispers
The brain-fog clouds my
thoughts,
The path is unclear.
Hold on; resolve,
But the consciences
conflict.
Reason, side with the
victor –
For he will be your fate.
Ending Is Beginning
This ever mocking infernal
place,
For I am nothing but one,
Minuscule, meaningless
part of space.
Envy of many, wanted by
none.
Leave me to my
self-righteous fate.
Gaze at the reflection of
my own face,
Devoid eyes receiving
nothing but hate.
Worry not, it shall be
over with much haste.
The silvery glint of
freedom as I start,
Deliberate, calculated
movement center.
A welcome arrow though the
heart;
Collapse at last – my
haven I enter.
Enjoy the last sigh of
breath –
The sweet embrace of
death.
Timid Love
Come on timid love,
There is nothing left to
fear.
Your soul will float like
a dove.
Come on, please just last
the year.
What is it that scares you
so?
You burn hotter than the
sun,
But soon turn cold – so
quick to go.
What is it that have I
done?
Teased by your calming
warmth,
How can you expect me to
be
So quick to release you
forth?
You will always haunt me.
Someday my pain will
harness your blame,
And in the morning I’ll
walk through.
But for now my heart is
mine to tame,
Take up your spine and run
me through.
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