Here and Now

Childish emotions course through me
I nurture this on
With the silly things you do
The trays, the cups, the voice
Oh dear Lord
Put an end to this
Sometimes I wish I would see
A band wrapped around your finger
A glance is all I need
To lose control and stare at you
When I know that it is
Beyond rude to do just that
I am an emotional mess
Because of you
And all you ever said
Was a simple hello
All I have of you Is a name
I probably will not forget
All I see is a mind’s snapshot of you
And as I try not to lose my mind
Over this mundane encounter
I watch you from a distance
And I realise we’ll never be
Perhaps one day I will shake this off
But for today all I have
Is the here and now.

 

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Duality

This duality I am caught in
The path that leads
To heaven or hell
You and I
We are the same
Yet vastly different
Carnage of the soul
Is what differentiates us
My soul is wrecked
In isolation I have been
Refused a helping hand
The fires of hell
That consumes me
In its flames my soul
Purifies and heals all wounds
And as I tread the path
Of the dark angel
I weep a thousand teardrops
I laugh a thousand peals
I love a thousand heartbreaks
And as you watch me suffer
I bleed my life away.

 

Hurt

Treachery, lies, deceit
Facts of this cruel world
That we build our existence in.
Love, pain, hate
Simple but deep emotions
That revs the engine of my soul.
Pinch, slap, kick
These are what i do to the ones
Who bring me down.
Tear, weep, cry
Salty liquid that flows
From the windows to the soul.
Bite, lick, kiss
All I have ever desired
For you to cover me with.
Hug, comfort, shelter
Ever searching the world
For a place to call home.
Blood, loyalty, honour
Rare as perfectly cut diamonds
From deep beneath this earth.
Friend, crush, lover
These are who you are
Always etched in my mind.
Torn, shred, shatter
Conditions of a heart
That you casually denied.
Mad, crazy, insane
Is my love for you
Which will never be realised.
You, me, us
Sweet illusions are made of these
And who am I to disagree?

 

Dark Angel

Starlight falls upon your face
Casting an unearthly luminance
Drawn like a moth to the flame
I am to you.
I devour everything about you
Your stride
Your smile
Your eyes.
Silence befalls this land of the damned
As your voice seep through the cracks
Of the eternal night
Bring me away with you.
The darkness of this night
Shines upon your dark hair
Shiny strands illuminated
By the glowing moonshine.
Dark eyes shine with acknowledgement
Speaking without words
Your promises of times to come
Whisper in my mind.
Strong presence unmistakable
You shiver with the betrayal
Of a thousand lies
As you wrap your arms around me.
My darkest angel
Only you could make me forget
Of dark times that have passed
Of dark times that may befall.
Take my beating heart
As drops of blood
Fall upon your tongue
I know you are here.
And here we stand together
Through the ups and downs
You shelter me from all the pain
You are my darkest angel.

 

The City

There is something very evocative about this picture. For some reason I spent the last three-odd hours sifting through countless pictures of cities, some from mine, the rest of various other cities. Skyscrapers and people alike taking the centre-stage of this picture. Dark silhouettes of beings walking the street, identifiable faceless beings fill this picture very nicely. Beings like you and I. The young and the old; the employed and the jobless; the rich and the poor; the cool and the uncool; the men and the women; the student and the graduate; the lovers and the lonely; the happy and the heartbroken; the beautiful and the ugly; and the hopeful and the hopeless. We are one, yet, separate. To be part of the crowd, yet, each one of us walking the concrete ground, laughing, crying, or just worrying over anxieties in our lives. The city is a paradox… whole in all its glory, yet, utterly isolated in that same glory. The skyscrapers take the background. Blurred and unfocused, it takes the comfortable backseat. Modern manifestations of its era, they tell a tale of times gone by, yet, saving their future for the generations that will walk these same streets. Time, the devourer of all things, do us a favour and please, slow down.

Concrete slabs and blocks laid amongst bricks and cement, we have laid the foundations of the present and the mysterious future of generations to come, with this they hold a secret, the hushed whispers of a tale of what goes on behind closed doors, in the heart of the city. Timeless words, they are.

 

Stab, Stab, Stab (Poetry)

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the rush
Of warm bubbling blood
Gushing out of these wounds?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the thrust
Of the sharp blade
Pushing into this flesh?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the agony
Of a thousand shards
Piercing through the back?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the words
Of a viper’s tongue
Flicking over this skin?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the screams
Of a horrified soul
Ripping through this heart?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the wrath
Of a screaming banshee
Bellowing in the wind?

Stab, stab, stab
Do you feel the pain
Of the pen stabbed into this head
Bleeding out these words?

Stab, stab, stab
Let me bleed out these words
Of unspeakable tongues
As I purge this soul of these sins.

 

Random Is Resistance

Zero care for the consequences, an easy way out, risks taken, he rolled the dice with eyes closed… and lost.

I don’t know him. I never have… and never will.

If only the dead could speak. A voice from the grave, I heard his call… but he’s gone… and it’s too late.

I have a tendency to label everything… and everyone.

He who died with art, a life taken away too soon… and projects he would never complete.

All the lives lost, my mind corrupted, an inspiration to the soul… and to keep the black flame alive right up to my last breath.

He speaks to my heart… and never did I expect to fall for a dead man.