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I want to be Sedated

I want to be sedated.

Escape the cold grasp of reality,

To slip the thin realm of insanity,

To experience all things – elated.

Dare You Not…

Dare you not hear the beat of your heart?

The silent thrum,

The quiet hum,

As constant as memories, and just as forgotten?

Loud as fear,

Heavy as woe,

Deafening to afflictions tearing it apart?

 

Dare you not feel the beat of your heart,

The timid quiver

The faint whisper

As constant as regrets, and just as forgotten?

Brittle as grief,

Fragile as despair,

Indelicately manipulated till our souls depart.

 

Can you hear the silence?

and Remember to forget

Can you feel the imperceptible?

but forget to Remember.

 

Dare you not live?

 

We are! We are!

Our shells decay over time,

Souls trapped in finite casings

Ghosts of a terrestrial plane.

We are, we are, sublime.

 

Consciousness captured through ingenuity,

Subconsciousness fueling creativity,

Driven by proficiency,

We are, we are ambiguity.

 

Disparity in human principle,

Purpose defined objectivity,

Time is running out, yet

We are, we are, invincible.

 

“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
― George R.R. Martin


Camp NaNo is around the corner. Let’s take the world by storm!

 

Addicted

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I am consumed, daily.

Intensity of need, convulsing the heart.

I am addicted. Plainly.

 

Every waking thought,

Devoured by obsessive appetite.

Insatiable, I am fraught.

 

Yearning. Craving. Greedy.

Dreams both day and night assault me.

Passionately, I am needy.

 

Is this love?

The Vulture

February 14, 1847

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Squalid streets buzzed with soot stained faces,

Bedraggled coats pulled against winter paces.

Dim lampposts illuminate shadowed vagrants,

Unwashed skin, waste, stagnant water – the fragrance.

 

Dazzling amber light washes over lonely streets.

Many, this night, have succumbed to their sheets.

Sleek carriage clops smoothly towards a juncture,

Where I shall meet him. The Vulture.

 

Damsel in distress approaches in glistening carriage.

I wait in shadow so none see this unholy marriage.

At the juncture I dart into carriage quickly,

She cringes at my sight, I merely smile thickly.

 

The Vulture nauseates, not only from stench.

Scarred face hidden behind long dark trench.

Sinister grin of missing teeth is bared,

Within his presence I am truly snared.

 

The warmth of carriage thaws prickling fingers.

Freesia scent drifts about like Lolly’s singers,

Yet this is a woman of class, so I present a souvenir

It is packaged carelessly, slick and dripping yet sincere.

 

He pulls stained parcel, pungent stench whirls.

It stains his fingers scarlet like lips of call girls.

Crinkling paper reveals plump flesh.

He grins wider “It’s his heart, still fresh.”


Happy Valentines day from the dark side!

Gravity

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Everything that rises must fall.

Therefore my soaring heart flies in fear,

It’s glazed eyes trembling with impending fear.

Gravity, why must you call?

 

It’s an inescapable reality,

Even the bird must rest its feet,

And death awaits in our defeat,

Gravity what a cruel entity.

 

When you fall, get up again,

But how often can you keep crashing,

Getting up after each lashing,

Gravity, how you cause pain.

 

Hope in Gravity’s consistency,

Prepare your hearts better for the future

Learn from pain as your tutor.

Gravity, we only respect you implicitly.

 

Blue as Oceans

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Blue.

As oceans.

Electrified gaze jolts synapses and palpitates heart.

And notions

Spew

 

Elation

Utter bliss

as dazzling smile causes clammy palms

to reminisce

admiration.

The Future

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Hail the great gods of human endeavour!

Upon whose soul we dedicate our lives.

Advancing with bristling fervour.

The future, burning bright as it arrives.

 

Cyclical, ought we not commemorate history?

Gaze upon our ancestors past,

And the beauty of their future visionary,

Defining what today still lasts?

 

For history repeats itself, are we not taught?

Therefore, today is a reflection of yesterday.

An inverted mirror image caught,

Remembered in what was, is and shall be today?

 

Hail the great gods of human endeavour!

Antecedent architects carving the future.

Foundations we cannot sever,

Scars of our past – the future a suture.

Selfishly

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Selfishly,

I follow/don’t follow politics.

Loving/Hating the prideful, money sucking tics,

Who care little for the people who put them in power,

When against them they should cower.

 

Selfishly,

I care/don’t care about celebrities,

What they had for lunch, what they wore, or their felonies,

When their fame is preceded by those very fans,

Who are quick to belittle them in their hands.

 

Selfishly,

I care/don’t care about the world,

Poverty, strife, fear, crime, and things furled,

When from birth I was taught to think of me first,

“Only I matter”, these words in my heart nursed.

 

So how can anything change,

When I/we live selfishly.

Ask yourself that.

Dreamless – Music Lyrics

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Bright lights and shadows,
Of a life, broken and torn,
Words left unspoken
And these lies continue to unfold.

Continue these choices
In hope, yet falling to despair
I can’t keep on holding
To this dream, I’m drowning in doubt.


Occasionally my poetry turns into songs. This is the latest one I’ve started writing.

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