The Curse

The spasms are unberable

your pills are of no help.

Don't give me your hand

I dont want it.

I have been screaming my lungs out

while you stand and stare,

leave before I lunge at you,

before I consume you.

As I wait for the inevitable,

searching for my fatal mistake,

now alone, my mind hunts you down,

clinging to your every breath.

My words are as sharp as blunt knives,

yet all I silently wish for

is your eternal presence beside me.

Alas, I have never been a fortunate soul.

Scars

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."

Kahlil Gibrán 

Artwork : Rebellion_by_joereimer

Giving Up The Gun

Your sword's grown old and rusty
Burnt beneath the rising sun
It's locked up like a trophy
Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you're giving up the gun

You; the External of Me

Memories slipping through the cracks of time,
thoughts as fluid as running water,
i enjoyed you, why was that a crime?
you were easy words on life's paper...
if i were given a dime
every time you said you'd come back later...

i love you i love you i love you
screamed my head when i closed my eyes,
you had become part of my paradise
our hourglass just ran out of time,
but  you have always just been mine,
no matter how many times they delete you.

you'll come back to me, and i to you,
just like we used too,
for i'm nothing without you now,
and i've grown to become a part of you.
So when i wake up tomorrow,
it's you that'll i'll find

for i've always known... you.

Poem inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

Photograph: lilies by ~snickerdoodlie

Nneka - Mind vs. Heart

She speaks 'The Uncomfortable Truth' with every 'Heartbeat'...

When I Lose My Sight...

The day will come I know, for even now I am slowly unable to see.  I shall remember the colours of crayons and trees in my favourite park. I shall remember the faces of my loved ones and the strange strangers that I could never forget. I shall remember everything and everyone that crossed my path and touched my eyes. I shall miss watching the sky everyday, day and night. Everyday I watched the clouds and the stars, everyday. It was as if I knew I would lose my sight one day. At least now I can quietly record my favourite scenes in my head, at least I was lucky enough to have seen so many beautiful things through these eyes of mine, at least I saw all that I could, all that I would. I shall miss it all.

Now as my tears flow, as I solemnly say my goodbyes, days away from the apocalypse of my paradise, I can only be grateful. Thankful for seeing what I’ve seen and happy to continue enjoying if not the sights at least the sounds of life. I hear that the sounds of life are as great if not greater than its imagery. At least I still can lose myself in music, as how I’ve lost myself in paintings and photographs countless times before. At least I can still hear my loved ones speak and feel their sweet embrace. At least I can still smile, at least I still can swim, at least I can still run, at least I still can do EVERYTHING but see. To have seen and not, is better than to have never seen at all.

It was all a dream...

I woke up this morning, asking myself;

was it all a dream...?

I see I said, jealousy I said
Got the whole industry mad at me I said
Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself
nobody built like you, you designed yourself"
I agree I said, my one of a kind self
Get stoned every day like Jesus did
What he said, I said, has been said before
"Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more

Your Silence

 

 Your thunderous silence

shatters my fragile sanity,

Our stubborn fiery dance

burns my delicate reality.

Can't you see?

How i'm bleeding profusely.

That thunderous silence

continuously rings all around,

suffocating me in my corner

 I hold on to every little sound.

Can't you speak?

And release me.

Your thunderous silence

disturbs my mental state.

Wait, add physical turmoil

to the list my symptoms.

Can't you feel?

My fear of those demons.

That thunderous silence

brings me to my knees,

hands tied behind my back

not everyone hears my pleas.

Can't you hear?

My silent screams...

Photograph : Silence_the_Voices_by_NuclearSeasons 

Brooklyn Masala by Masta Ace

 Owi, i wanna always be your masala ;) missing you...

Of Seas and Skies

The thunder drowns out
the silent pleas
of my brothers and sisters
who have come to me,
the lightning in their eyes
tell me to lay low
and to stop crossing foreign skies.

Tomorrow i will travel
through the deep sea instead,
since I've been stopped
and heard what has been said.
Tomorrow i will continue again
to seek for new bread
and a home with a bed
this i will seek till I am dead.

Artwork : Dull_Seas__Dark_Skies_by_derekiri

The Streets

Why would you fade to black?
when there's so many other ways to die out
why not drown in purple or blue?
or hang with strings the colour of soot?
you and I can disappear without a clue
while forgetting everything but our loot.

Run with me through the streets
paint stripes on those roofs.
Don't take off your cleats
bring the ball, I'll show you my moves.
I stole my freedom from the rich
they were easy to spot in their fancy suits.

Tomorrow I'll be singing my hymns
knowing God is looking after me.
Who cares about my rhymes?
even if its all about being free,
all they want is that short-lived joy
to applaud and smile then quickly flee.

Photograph : Exit_by_Brute_ua

Treasure

 

Inspiration hides beneath
every unturned stone
waiting to be discovered
to be unleashed at last
upon the bland world.

My jewels gleam in the sun
the rich man doesn't even ponder
over my undesired wealth.

Aren't the poor lucky?
That's how things should be.

As the sun shines for the last time
they start looking for my gold.

How do you find the abstract
in the midst of darkness?

Even if he lost his sight,
the blind man could always see.

Photograph : The blinding light by ~Nihiluz

The Shadow

He who knows no sleep;
travels the world in his dreams.

He who knows not to eat;
tastes feasts in his tongue.
He who knows no love;
feels the burn in his heart.
He who knows no fear;
shivers in his own mind.
He who knows no one;
talks to every stranger.

He who knows no pain;
bites his lips every now and again.
He who knows no greed;
gives an excuse that he needs to feed.
He who knows no chance;
sometimes looses his own stance.
He who knows no tears;
cries silently away from his peers.
He who knows no goodbyes;
also eventually dies.

Huntress

 She sees nothing but sapphire skies

even in the darkest of days

even when she's surrounded by pure lies

she never hears what anyone says.

That cunning gleam in the night

it's such a beautiful sight

just watch her smile...

Everything is quiet and still

it is both dark and bright

in the nude she moves for the kill

she leaves behind her true plight.

That cunning gleam in the night

this is the only direction she feels

just watch her fly...

She turns around for that last look

and kneels to kiss the ground

this was not written in any book

she was never lost to be found.

That cunning gleam in the night

it's such an ugly sight

just watch her fly...

Poem inspired by artwork:

Eve's Temptation; ~ianmarke 

Reflections

Images and words weave a rich Persian carpet
this vehicle will fly her to the unknown
there she will sit and reflect no more
for she has been milked by her demons.
What is the end? When did I begin?
Is it truly a circle?
Like the ancients said.

Turning my head at every gasp and queer sound

I scared myself into living
those whispers in the wind
the smiling empty faces
facades of an intricate space
I denied some baits but bit many

I thought I was better than the sea

My own voices run free.
Control it? Embrace it?

Many have come and it was I that left
sooner or later i remember them fondly
and miss all but a few
this is the fate of everyone
like everyone; i wish i was the only one.

There are to many lights to count,
yet some shine brighter to some
while dim out in the eyes of others.

Why question the unexplainable?

am never satisfied because am lost

Do i fight with no cause
Or wait till i drift ashore...

 Artwork : A_Thousand_Dark_Corners_by_Pinkmango77

Trying to revive my lighter side...

A late new year resolution; daily posts on my other blog. May lady luck smile upon me.

~> Etched Script

My Muse(s)

His eyes brush over me like a light breeze... As he gently unfolds my thoughts and reads them out loud, I smile calmly all the more ready to be unraveled… As he opens Pandora’s box, and lets mysteries of the deep gush out, I manage to catch a few of my own treasures… While he bathes himself with my mind’s juices and my heart’s beating force… I swallow back the few spiders that have escaped from my cave and devour them in the pit of my stomach… As I digest them limb for limb, they cause any eruption of mixed emotions and indeed I vomit them out again but in new forms… They now take a life of their own, needless of my body for a home… They grow through input from others and form a structure of their own design and meanings, yet they belong to me… They have the essence of me…

We gave birth to my creativity.

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Flying Kites

Beauty touches my eyes with every glance,
Willingly I live by leaving everything to chance,
They assume my pawns have a weak stance,
But they are unaware that that's just how i dance.
Everyday I watch those ponies prance,
Across meadows and jumping that fence,
Their free and seem to make more sense,
While I'm here merely staring through a lense.

My heart strums its own strings and chords,
Trying to open all those locked doors,
Everyday searching for light through nailed boards,
It is not a hobby nor is it because I am bored.
I live in a world with castles and forts,
Battles and wars won by godly lords,
A petite elf watching mortals slaying boars,
What will she say when she returns to the courts?

Daily i laugh and smile at this game of dice,
Thinking; why do we all gamble away our main prize?
Thinking; how long till we face our own lies?
It wont be too soon till we hear tortured cries.
I'm impatiently waiting for the days of our lives,
When you and i can stop chasing petty mice,
And instead we could just lie on the grass...
and stare at flying kites.

My Remains

My Dear,

I am writing to you from one of my out-of-body experiences. These eyes of mine are anything but new, so then why does it feel as if they have been granted new sight? I see the world speeding on its axel as usual, ceasing to stop for no one. Leaves are blown, blades of grass swept away , and the old pair of shoes by the door reek no more. Where have the years gone by? Perhaps, their hiding behind that cupboard door?

The tree tops have specks of gold thanks to the evening sun, the birds in the horizon return to their branches for the night. When will I go home? I think of you constantly. Meaningful thoughts and important breaths are buried by your prevailing image. Where have the years gone? Perhaps, their hiding behind the waterfall I sit beneath in? Even those icy blades piercing through me, go unfelt when I say your name under my breath. I have no way to escape.

As you can see, I write for days and days, page by page, only of thee. I start out writing about colossal things, but right away using my sword, I pour out my heart. Like the purest of liquids, it flows, feelings, thoughts and images of only you. How can this be?

I feel useless when am away from you. I know it should not be, that’s what I repeat to myself. I beg of you, share your well kept secret of how you breathe like love never came to be? The last strand of hair has fallen from my head. I seek sanity from the being that drives me crazy. Kill me.

Your insane lover.