Darkness succumbs to your darkness Such royal doom All the sun’s shine shines you not So much gloom Your face, a hollow sight Sad fellow Doom befalls your every contact Death to the unsuspecting How you lavish in it The sight of smiles morphed into perpetual emptiness Your forte – evil Your aura probably tastes… Read More The Bitter One
He goes, he comes. Everybody sees him. He talks, with no speech. They hear, with absent attention. They share a laugh. It seems like a laugh. Even trade a few words. And when night comes, He is his own audience. They know him, But they really don’t know him.
Take a chance Do something dumb Make mistakes, a lot of them Learn something new Work hardest Then get lazy Forgive freely Love again. Even harder Get revenge, serve it cold Help the next person Then pamper yourself Take life not so seriously You’ll never make it out alive either ways
Engulf me in the warmth of your bossom Secure me with reassuring arms Your presence presents safety Hold me, not so tight. For I shall sometimes need to Vacate the surety of your sanctuary To thread threatening grounds To find what’s mine in the unknown Breath my own breath, no longer yours But hold me,… Read More Hold Me, Not So Tight
The Nothingness… … of WORDS, then Gestures… …potent, yet void. Offering false reassurance, Luring one in the middle of everything, surrounded by Nothing. A facade of security. Many throng you, Amid Tasteless laughter, Vague smiles, Hollow hugs, There’s Absence in their Presence – a hollow sham. You’re on your own. They appear to be here,… Read More Absence In Presence
On one side: Uncertainty of what could be. Or not. Fear of perception in motion. Offering purity. Sincerity. On the other: First, Apathy. Then giving way, however narrow, To a scintilla of some sort of emotion. The type of ambiguous texture. Two hearts meant to orbit at a distance, Not in collision. But as Providence’s… Read More DEFIANCE
With feigned prudence you say, “Life is NOT a Bed of Roses.” Despite all that lay before you? Even beyond that which meets the eye? Everything in Duality. Good and bad in perpetual tango. Virtue, by latent potential… … to metamorphose into its basest form. Then in reverse order. Rid your thoughts, your… Read More …a Bed of Roses