cascading perceptions

2009-05-08T06:49:00.000-07:00

Now the sun has gone away
I'm home again, in darker lands,
Where faces of the shadows prey
On distant memories of these timeless trails.

Hidden fragments of the light still blows
On and past old tombstones;
As they sleep beneath all that the world's become
Into a land where they are one.

No one laughs and no one cries
And no one mourns a sad demise;
No one cares for wounds and tears
Or for all they've been throughout the years.

Blindness walks these lands unscathed,
The hour of darkness, never late
For the forged memories of bygone times
That are moments forever craved for, never denied.

2009-05-08T05:46:00.000-07:00

Immaculate seeds of the present done
Come, embrace our vanities;
Lay your icy hands upon our wisdom;
Bring with you, your insane kindness, your morbid cold.
Shower our feet with your benign smile
As we step into a world unknown.
Sing songs of quiet, virgin melodies;
Silence these voices to numb serenity.
But the next time you place your malicious feet
Upon footprints that lead to estranged grounds,
Into farther lands of young and old
Share honesty a fairer share ,
As you fade gently into the heart of slow despair.

2009-02-14T02:50:00.000-08:00

Dear winter sands, come now behold
These prayers of mercy for the dawn's revelation.
He is tired now with thoughts that don’t become;
Please efface this cup of yesterday’s delusion.

Save my words with changes none
Before this day to night becomes;
Let the ones loved be forever so,
Let them last till this day is no more.

Like you choose for summer, a winter’s night;
And for darkness, the dawn’s first light,
Subject the present to your subtle elusive slaughter,
As well as your children who knowingly falter.

2008-10-23T08:37:00.000-07:00

The trees i thought did cover
A hazy mystery behind it's leaves;
Draped in yellow, she stood there waiting,
For the blind child of destiny.

She searched the lands of poisoned deliverance,
But not a single one did speak
Of an ethereal fire that had eluded her,
That she, for centuries craved to seek.

She searched in the pain and toil of labour,
In the sound of the ocean's roar;
When she found nothing but a little voice inside her,
She shut hope's brittle doors.

The next morning she woke to a blinding light
And a voice that echoed low;
The doors swung open, they shrieked and howled,
And the wind began to blow.

"I am the face of the shadow of truth,
I'm the fruit of your persistence.
But I'm just an illusion, you can find my reflection
At a time none can comprehend."

She sat there pondering for a while, till she cried,
Still looking for pieces of her stolen elation;
But it was all in vain, not a speck remained;
It was all confiscated by her still coveted illusion.

2008-08-14T05:03:00.000-07:00

Away with the sun; I have had enough
Of offering and pleading to this unwanted cup.
I will drink from a goblet of my own dark colour;
I’ll find it, I don’t need your help, dear endower.

Armed with lament from the words of the past,
Of words that concern or jealousy cast,
I search in hope for an angel to come,
But they are all just precious, immaculate none.

So I walk my way back to the enchanting cup.
But this time I’ll just watch, while some others come
And sip from the beautiful ,unclaimed goblet,
As I smile, still thirsty, at the final call of death.

2008-08-09T23:33:00.000-07:00

Time tied a pistol, he tied it onto a string;
He turned towards death and smiled, as he gave it a wild swing.
The pistol shot dead, mr. holy in the head,
And then he rose and began to sing:

“Fishes on boats netting fishermen for hunger.
Thirst has been killed by the butcherman’s dagger.”
But somewhere in this cup, I can trace a little pity
For the ones whom he sold, and for those who should’ve turned old,
That can take him all the way to the untitled city.

There was a moment when he stood still in time,
To listen to the purest playground rhyme.
But the windows then closed shut, it put him in a shadowless rut,
And then all was lost to the ever untitled city.

He worshipped the dastardly umbrella man;
Who had no children, who despised prams.
The umbrella man died years long before,
Which left him alone at the untitled city’s door

“You’ll have to deposit your name and face,
And that body, its useless, they have no spares.
You can stay at my place where you’ll find more than plenty,
For it looks like im moving away from the beautiful, untitled city.”

2008-08-03T08:51:00.000-07:00

In the darkest of hours,
before everything was new,
all was cramped into nothing no one knew.
nothing in plenty, nothing in few,
all had nothing with nothing to do.

then the day had finally come
when time would start it's desperate run.
a journey in stillness ,with the present done,
and the footprints of the past, forever numb.

no day before this had ever seen
the beauty of the night through the oceans sheen.
no night before had ever seen the moon,
but all this and more just waited for soon,
their beauty would meet in normalness their doom.

then people were born , a few thousands from two,
and they looked and prayed to the yellowing moon.
they searched in hope for a second sun,
but about this they were mannered, kept mum.

searching in vain till their insane minds crumbled,
they killed the ones who against it mumbled.
a price mankind would have to pay,
for the search that will end when death is at bay.

some things remain at their best untouched,
fed by thought and music’s lust,
meant to transcend all that can be said
about the unborn living and the living dead.

2008-08-03T08:49:00.000-07:00

The blindest of kings, the fairest of all,

What have you planned as death towards us crawls?

Is there light that can see through the walls of time,

Before the unseen river upon us shines?

2008-08-03T08:47:00.000-07:00

A day will come when the sun and rain,

Fight each other while we wallow in pain.

All that’s been touched,will silently perish,

And in the rest we may freely cherish.

A tale will be told that was never writ,

And the light of all will then be lit.

2008-08-03T08:46:00.000-07:00

To create all and to posses none is a virtue divine

That’s owned by just one

2008-08-03T08:43:00.000-07:00

Bestow upon me the sacred gift of blindness,
Let the voices around me fade to darkness.
But let me speak the very little I do,
To burn, with the little fire in my soul,
As I croon to be a part of you.

Let me perceive and find the answers to
The untamed questions with life to do.
Of love and lust, of truth and the unjust,
All this to come a little closer to you.

But what’s ahead of me is no secret to you,
Although you may change it ,you may well not do.
But if you listen to this maddening fool,
And give him what he’s asked you to,
I’d probably become him, and come straight to you.

2008-08-03T08:41:00.000-07:00

I lie in the comfort of my invisible friend,

To whose limitless beauty there is no end.

I’ve slept through my life of hours so many,

I wish not to wake to the thought of somebody.

The coldness of winter has now possessed me.

As distance draws blood from my veins of time,

I first think of life and then everything fine.

I will swim someday in the velvet ocean,

But for now I have them staring,

The hunter, the killer and others,

As if to say I’ve stolen their motion.

2008-08-03T08:39:00.000-07:00

Religion confines the divine concept of god

2008-08-03T08:38:00.000-07:00

Will your wrath stop any time soon?
Else I will speak to the queen of the moon.
And if you touch my second sun,
I will try so hard to you not to come.

Will you show me what’s on the other side?
For I value the tears that I’ve cried.
Do people meet you time and again,
Or do they all have different names?

A day will come when I’ll see your dreaded face,
Which exists in neither time nor space.
I will come when you call me, my dearest friend,
But I sure do hope you’re not the end.

2008-08-03T08:36:00.002-07:00

The sky tonight is blessed with unfading light,

Even as souls get darker.

In a velvet ocean lies the invisible strings of the puppet moon,

Pulled by its invisible master.

2008-08-03T08:36:00.001-07:00

There are stones and fortunes none,

That can amount to my second sun.

Like what lies beneath my unconscious head,

And what we all with no reason dread.

2008-08-03T08:31:00.000-07:00

Let me close my eyes to this world unreal,
Of suffering smiles ,and laughing tears.
Where men go searching far and wide,
For what in their souls, they may find.
The only things that are left untouched,
are ourselves unseen and our blue lunar dreams.

I'm wishing me away from this place unkind,
To live among men like the kin of death, and the son of time.
Where the rainbows are coloured in shades of three,
Where the stars are green, and so is everything seen.
Don’t you struggle to picture a world so unconfined and free?

This is where my friend resides,
This is a place of passion and pride,
A secret castle of eternal truth,
Here one knows he belongs to his roots.
There is need for needles and horses none,
For all directions are mighty and one.

2008-08-03T08:30:00.000-07:00

The voids in this heart are filled by the tunes,

That seek the company of sweet melodies,

Of music of the kind that can see right through the mind,

Whose eternal role can save my immortal soul.

2008-08-03T08:24:00.000-07:00

We long for sadness , death and sorrow.

Only then can we search for a better tomorrow.

The past is dead, it does not exist,

And dreams and memories are nothing but myths.

They lie buried in a cemetery that no one ever visits,

Except the victims of time, who are hacked to death by the future.

Time kills, dressed in robes of pain and illness,

For what’s willed must be, and so for eternity.

2008-08-03T08:21:00.000-07:00

If the queen of time wears her crown,

Will she grow too old?

And when that day comes the world will frown,

For all will turn to gold.

For time is a killer of massive proportion ;

He cares not for reason or emotion.

He befriends death and deceives all,

as they sing the lyrics of our final call.

2008-08-02T06:36:00.000-07:00

a dark cloud hovers over my head,
and it won't cry unless i've pledged.
till it weeps, i must bear the pain,
i wait for you, oh queen of the rain.

this thirst i have has grown for so long,
but to drink from the cup, i think it wrong.
i will wait for the rain and all it brings,
and only then will i merrily drink.

but someone has stolen the clouds from above me
and he wont give it back though i beg and plead!
but when i saw them so happy and merry with glee,
i started to wonder if i was glad or just free.

and there's one who has known,i know who's one,
as i wait in hope for the second sun,
that a soul without another dies,
buried in mounds of helpless lies.

so reward me with the rain
for the years gone by and for those yet to come.
im yet to know true pain;
reward me and all that's done.

fabric of life

2008-07-21T01:30:00.000-07:00

she lay there beneath the rising sun,
draped in tranquil sanctity.
not a speck on her fair,fabric face,
she was a part of heaven's purity.

her childhood friend the wind would say,
"blessed be the owner of this pretty face!"
but time sowed envy and conspired with all
to steal from her, this gifted grace.

the wind still whistled, but now it shrieked down her ears,
and the sun and the stars did dance to her pain.
all she wished for, was to be soaked in the rain;
instead,she was moistened by tears.

for long, she stood confused,in denial.
the cruel, dark clouds often did fool her;
they roared and laughed at her desperate ordeal
of waiting in hope for the cleansing rain water.

she still lies there, drenched in flesh and blood,
she is my life, she still boils in the sun.
i call upon you, dear lady of the rain
to soak her in fairness, to redeem her grace.