...there is nothing viral in your comment,
only something visceral in its concept
...and the wind carried her
over the horizon,
to another land,
...I was ordered not to love you.
I was guilty from the start.
Sentenced to drown
To my rescue
came neither God, nor revelation.
No Hate, no Angel.
Nothing became of you,
but for the night
I was told I was suffocating.
"...as I can only speak to you in my sleep,
I will say this:
"The only regret I've had during this life
is not knowing when to die.""
Said Escher to the lithograph.
...the Outside world,
is only a reflection.
A broken mirror hanging on a closed door.
What is Perception
but an erroneous interpretation of facts
through ignorance and curiosity...
I will be Sisyphus' rock no more.
...a rock for a bullet...
...let's not be blind.
Let us not build a wall upon this land.
...she called my name out,
one evening by the sea.
'goodbye' she said,
and she was free.
...we were your entertainment
and your judgement was severe.
Severed by youth, we built a wall.
...they say that Tomorrow has gone
and that Yesterday was theirs.
I wait with bated breath for the dawn of their conscience
and for the day they lay it bare.
...I have settled the bill with all my doings,
not all were sins
and none were free.
My bags are packed,
they are all worn,
...so is my conscience...
the Joker was released
and the last laught killed the beast.
...if you want to be my friend,
I must be left alone.
I do not wish to sound offensive,
but I am indifferent,
that is all.
...I had to change my clothes,
I had to close my eyes,
for we were left to run
with nowhere left to hide.
...Religion is caused by the fear of death.
Politics make you afraid of life.
...you are the ghost that is not welcome.
let me sleep.
There are no worlds to which I belong,
There are no words I call my own,
a Spirit in the Dark,
where Time is Thought
and Thought is Blind...
let me sleep.
...the roads to the city have no horizon
and its streets are covered dirt.
How cruel be the names of those we've whispered...
Swapping lust for miles,
we run faster than any given sin
we bore and sold
to the Indian River,
to our Confessioner,
or built within our Karma.
...no matter when Dusk may befall
and to where the winds
may take this body.
rooted and strong,
oblivious to any confluence
that may strike the waters I sail upon.
Up onto the Ocean,
up until the Dawn...
to unbuilt cities,
the memories of a dream I never had echo in silence,
as do the whispers of your name to the departing sun.
we welcomed the rain
and the land remained dry
New Clear Skies
Children of all Borders,
your sacrifce was useless...
War Rages on
...I dream of flowers and mountains,
rivers and rubies,
lost legends on a Mountain King...
anything about the place I once lived in...
"...tear it out !
All you've heard !!!
All your thoughts
and all those words !!!"
she gripped him in the hope he'd understand.
Narrowed to a single frame,
the paronamic vision
turned the audience into a passive
and monolithic flock.
All Souls were to act without mercy
and without conscience.
It was "being" in its most archaic form.
to burn that flame.
Craving to break the Mirror.
A promise made
seems left one sided.
the guilty one with Pleasures.
(I will always destroy for whom I think loves me)
like a bird with no wings,
a Man with no nation...
I am not hard to catch,
my Kingdom is where my feet walk.
When I left my Home,
I became a Wandered,