Again we dance
My suppositions and I...
Again I trip
because I can never keep pace.
The moment fades,
Just as quickly as it erupts
Over spasmic seconds of sanitised emotions.
The tide washes ashore
Plenty of saline seclusion,
The older the thoughts,
The more senile they are.
Force feeding of the worst order,
Bleed some more,
Lick it off.
Savour the moment in
Another fantasy.
Dimensions collide
In an attempt at some sort of a blessed union.
Tomorrow's always not today,
But tonight's the muse.
And a mighty cheap one at that.
When dreams are a bit too shameful to bear,
It's time to examine the mirror.........
SQUARE ONE
Onward we stumble
Through the dim tunnel of relationships,
fleet footed and foolishly trusting.
The usual superficialities
become the shafts of ever obliging light.
What a pity, the visions have to come back
and spit you right in the eye.
Seek not,
for the forces conspire.
Hope not,
A nasty quagmire.
Expect not,
For it kills your desire.
Enlightenment always comes as the aftermath,
just when you are sifting through the memories.
The curved dagger's poised on the reins,
The verbal horses always flee,
just before the mental hounds can bay.
The unanswered queries asked of the night,
Don gaudier life forms and gyrate miserably,
Yet ever so meaningfully
Right before your growingly soporific eyes.
And then comes the Realm of uneasy stupor.....
Wake up in the morning
a completely new man,
ready to adore the dredges,
ready to marvel at the vows.
The eternal stumbler,
The incurable romantic,
suffixes that would put belief and hope to shame.
Conviction slips up ever so often,
until it comes back with yet another vibrant deadlock.
Kill practicality,
Chain reality,
I want to be the prisoner
Of my very own fantasies...
All my life,
Rivers run dry.
Rivers of hope,
Of faith,
Of servile fortitude.
Swallow the sword,
how the offal cry.
Gorge, dislocate,
Reunite, try to pry.
Scratch harder, and
You will see..
Infinite insecurities
and faceless fears
won't let go..
Until your hands
mutilate your fantasies,
Your pet ideologies,
and convictions.
Scar your mind from
time to time
To remind yourself
You're still half awake
Pots of honey and milk,
Pots of fool's gold,
Oodles of lust
and futile humility
Help you through
Your brackish pool of piss
Called the essence of life.
The essence so fragrant
so endearing...so faint.
One to one
One on one
One for one...
Or the one for no one.
Some number, this one...
The thought process,
The disjointed mother
of all automations.
Looking up to someone
is harshly blinding
Before the glare of the
sheath of madness.
Madness so liberating,
so convenient, almost
bordering on indifference.
Ah well, guess it's a lovely day
Lots of sunshine,
bring out your best crying gear..
It's time to weep!!
Your life is yours..
Your paranoia is yours..
So many smiles of Janus,
To fix and to keep.
What are you smiling at?
You've put your own reality to sleep...
SCREAM
FACTORY
Limitless confines
Hemmed in by the mind,
The cork's stuck in
The hoarse throat,
The cries,
Increasingly unheeded.
The drops turn brinier
Till the salinity
Turns blinding.
Extended mental retroactivity,
Thinks of the distant future,
The images are miserably haunting,
The neon signs,
The dark rooms,
The trying tribulations,
The goddamn matinee show.
The same icons,
The same demons,
The loom weaves out
Fantasy afer fantasy.
Left far behind,
No sign in sight.
Darkness is a wonderful sight
To behold.
There's no one mocking
At you, how true...
Ad Nauseam
Shrivelled claws of fate,
Scratch my breath away,
Pushing harder still,
Orderly disarray.
Meandering thoughts,
Rest in peace with me,
The me, who's licking
The bleeding hare's foot.
Venom for sweat,
Lashing forked tongues.
Will the snake bites ever die?!
The sour grape,
buried beneath the headstone,
Fish it out,
To hear your senses scream
Instant death, smooth decay.
On with the flow,
Incadescent glow.
Helps to see..
The writings on the wall
Paw me further...
Fullstop is on his
voyage of a lifetime.
Everybody has a Ghost,
Mine takes an eternity to die.
