Thursday, January 26, 2012

FANTASY


your dreams are young,
somehow that wall that engulfs you,
you see it disappear,
as if by magic,gone,
that hope is all you have,
all you think of,live for,
in your perpetual reverie.

in your night you wish for a knight,
to come galloping brandishing a lance,
in your trance you're entranced,
infatuated,
your joys and fears pour,
into the vicissitudes of disappointment,
as the days ebbs,
he seems further and further,
your dreams are young,..

your heart throbs,
in its eternal cage,
a rhythm of periodic rage,
you dug a moat all round,
lest they come and steal it,
the predators of the soul,
that don't know how to love,
like in your dreams,
the artist who draws the bridge,
and you lock in a warm embrace,
in your perpetual reverie.

ostrich hide in the dust,
you have your head in the clouds,
an your perpetual reverie,
your dreams are young.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

BORN TO SEE

in the car reality unfolds,
moving images cascade,
the eternal light dance,
that weaves the brilliance of the rainbow,
or punctuates my interest,
and i feel the thrill,
of life,of all that's real,
i see beauty all round,
but none as you.

they come to see the wildlife,
to bathe in the cool waters,
that our land gives life,
i come to see you,
i see the thrill of nurture,
where they behold the real of nature,
the tremors and the shakes,
is the crown of the outdoors,
but all that i see is you..

you have the color of deserts,
kissed by the magic of the sun,
even the darkest of nights,
are lost compared with your hair,
a snow cloud; whiter than a glare,
your eyes whenever i do stare,
your pupils float in grandeur,
i got lost in your lynx gait,...

in you there is all that there is to see,
and more,..
and i travel the world
just to realize its there by my side,
just to learn that you stand unparalleled,
i was born to see,
your bud blossom into a flower.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

retrospect

long before she called me a son,
because i shone as the sun,
i was beaming in her belly,
fresh moulded in heaven,
and i was lovely a son,
and now we are one,
and we have met,

but even before we met,
my love was greater yet,
the world in my debt,
for i was an ally to venus,
i spanned the heavens,
and bordered the empty void.

and in the expanse of life,
in the wilderness of strife
whilst you lost all belief
i came and you were relieved,
you saw and you believed,
with hope you healed and lived,
even as all around you fell...

Long before you would see,
all around you crumble,
as the facades would tumble,
i made it humble,
lest you cry and gumble
i cried so you had joy,
even as hecuba queen of troy.

and long before our eyes locked,
in your heart i sow a seed,
to yield love bountifully
behold it grows beautifully,
it branches in awesome splendor,
i reap from my aged endeavor

and long after iam gone,
you'll have what ive done,
and forever we will be one,
i, your loves son.
Who shone as the sun
and not a finger did burn.

SUBLIME

oh the thoughts that haunt
of humanity tainted by rust,
their purity riddled with lust
a world a blast
crashing before my eyes
tumbling to depths of oblivion
with sweat empires are built
fascinating, mind boggling
and in all their grandeur
evil throbs in the veins
an effort in vain
a constant reminder of Eden


a vexation to even God

purity is never with us
though we have paradise
pestilence we prefer
a malignant colony i say
for eden came tumbling
before my very eyes
now my thoughts sublime
ill take the court to court
put on my robes and coat
read all the law they wrote
and deny myself justice
i am from a malignant colony
though my thoughts sublime

my humanity undermine
in riches God is enthroned
his words whispers amongst us
words that are the sublime
though a malignant colony
his smile suffices,
our edifice his sacrifice
and in the greatest of them all
he rid our malign,
now our existence sublimes.
P

THOMAS


at last i believe,
the feeling of relief
i saw the silhouette,
fading in the twilight
i heard it speak softly
on to my timid ear
now it forever echo's,
year from year

at last i believe,
that a man can love so
love the breath of air
that rocks the hair
love the sun ray
i believe that with time
dark gives way to light
and the bright
are given clear sight

at last i believe
that God took his time
in his heavenly toil
for in this barren earth,
i saw a work of art,
to see is to believe
and i in the dark
in the fading light of night
saw you go by,walk so shy
and i believed

monstricity

Beasts have the worlds reins
Long overthrew the humans reign
Now they feast


...On their spoils of war
Eat the fallen humans gore
Human care and yield love
Aware of Gods will high above
They mould their timid souls
In line as its morals should
Since time of the old
Cherish and maintain the living
world

The beasts are callously corrupt
Adapt to abrupt eruptions
They pass motions of erotion
Empowered via pollution
They enslave the brave and poor
Gnaw the bones of opposition
A hellish composition
Beasts must have overtaken our
world

My fellow man cant be so evil
I refuse the decay and lost
civil

DRUNK WITH THE DRINK I DRANK

There I walk in the town
I stagger all over the land
Cant you see I’m drunk
Isn’t my mind all blank
But im not mad mind you
Am only drunk with the drink I drank

Philosophers could describe me as being drunk
Others as being drunk but becoming mad
And yet they are the ones that are mad
Because it doesn’t matter what I am
It doesn’t matter what I will become
All that matters is why
Why I’m drunk with the drink I drank

I drunk my anger away
Spirituality is the cure for alcoholism
Yet I don’t need a cure, I drank on my own accord
I drank the cruelty of a nation to my poor mother
I drunk the lies I heard in the news
I drank the wars and hatred that we see as right
U say im drunk and yet I can reason well
At least I know there is no bad peace or good war
That’s why I drank the drink that got me drunk
That’s why I sank in the tank of the drunk

The permissive society of woe and evil is drunk
It is intoxicated in its own ignorance and folly
It wallows in the mud of its own making
Therefore don’t call me mad, insane or drunk
I only drank the drink to level up to your standard
Ive joined the society that drank the drink
And now we are drunk with the drink we drank.

VOICE OF TWO CITIZENS (BY SOPHICIST AND LE THINKBOT)


wrapped in a shroud thus deep

the country doth weep

the wind blow no more

and the sun none much as before

the moon has gone to sleep

the stars tucked away their shine

the dark has spilt our wine

on the table whence we did dine



man eat man

we die one by one

the pigs led in the farm

animals in a staff so firm

all are equal they made a fog

yet you grow fat with your kindred hog.



Were it only a farm that did fall

our country cries a dying call

the pigs within arent smart so

but thats what i do,i eat

all my opposition have been beat

no one's willing me to defeat



get up young man

wake up my lazy son

take up from the very old

the mantle wrought in gold

or ignite their bald heads

let them burn till they're dead

HOUDINI


shall i say i love you?

when you stir my waters,

and cause a raging wave,

yet when the tempest roars,

you say 'calm!'

and all is still.

I was a pack of cards,

i felt shuffled,

then placed in a shoe,

i was your ace,

in the final hand.

a gambit against life.

With your wand you had me,

you cast a spell,

i was enchanted,

i tried to break free,

but you got me hypnotized.

My master i slave,

the expert magician

you deceived the mind

rather than the eye

then crept to my heart.

circling the square


CIRCLING A SQUARE

Oh sorrowful the sadness,
The loneliness of hope,
A dark abyss beyond words,
Pangs of thirst unquenched,
How unfulfilling the music,
Hollowed howls echo in the mind,
Discordant din,
The heart is not blind,
The faith is faint though unfazed,
As the character of man,
And that light you cling on,
may blind or burn,
and still...

The crack is the scope,
Visions of miniature men,
From limited sight,
Deduction that are dimwitted,
And you question you state,
Great expectations are crumbled,
Disillusionment all round,
The big fall hard,
The tiny unbefitting,
Moderation!
If it fits adorn,
you,a joy sojourn.

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