I stand at the brink of the well of truth
The waters of facts are filled to the top
It is like a mirror in its smoothness
And as I gaze back at my reflection
I see the real me, it frightens me.
Beneath the supposed innocence,
lies a hidden craftiness.
The water darkens, and
only a sliver of the moon above me shines bright.
I am far from extra-ordinary
But deep within me,
Lies the potential to scar.
Indeed naivety is often misjudged and undersold.
It is more often, than not
The innocent ones
Who are the causes of strife.
Monday, 05 May 2008
Sunday, 27 April 2008
This is for you...
Trapped in a web of mediocrity
I twist and turn
Writhing in agony
Trying to break free
Seduced by the unreachable
I dived headlong
Into the web
Of the cruelly awaiting malicious arachnid of scorn
Blood flows
But it is not from wounding
It is from the heart being ripped within
And they leave red streaks
Running down the expanse of my browned skin
I have tasted from the forbidden fruit of Eve
And now my hunger pangs increase
I beat my fists upon invisible demons
Madness welling up within my soul
This pain
So exquisite
Almost too much to bear
Yet I am enraptured
A silent sigh escapes,
As my elixir of spirit dissipates
And fatigue overtakes.
I twist and turn
Writhing in agony
Trying to break free
Seduced by the unreachable
I dived headlong
Into the web
Of the cruelly awaiting malicious arachnid of scorn
Blood flows
But it is not from wounding
It is from the heart being ripped within
And they leave red streaks
Running down the expanse of my browned skin
I have tasted from the forbidden fruit of Eve
And now my hunger pangs increase
I beat my fists upon invisible demons
Madness welling up within my soul
This pain
So exquisite
Almost too much to bear
Yet I am enraptured
A silent sigh escapes,
As my elixir of spirit dissipates
And fatigue overtakes.
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
Exp 1
Sadness rules the world
Sitting upon his throne of wars and disaster
Leering evilly at all in his dominion
Placing upon his subjects shackles of tears
And burdens of anguish,
Till they collapse beneath the weight.
And prophecies foretell of a breeze,
Called happiness,
Who will one day fall upon the dominion of sadness
Leaving within its wake
Traces of smiles and ease
That was once before.
Sitting upon his throne of wars and disaster
Leering evilly at all in his dominion
Placing upon his subjects shackles of tears
And burdens of anguish,
Till they collapse beneath the weight.
And prophecies foretell of a breeze,
Called happiness,
Who will one day fall upon the dominion of sadness
Leaving within its wake
Traces of smiles and ease
That was once before.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
It began here...
I dislike what i’ve become..
Thrown into the very ditches of darkness..
Tempted into every form of evil..
Perfecting it as an art form..
Mistress of deceit.
You are shameless!
Cry tears of blood..
For your loss of righteousness
Weep until your eyes become drier than the deserts of Africa.
Hold your head in grief.
Your heart has turned to impenetrable stone.
Woe be to you!
Mistress of deceit, you are despicable!
Even the scavengers of the sand and water have more honour than you!
You are disgraced!
Tainted is your name.
Cry, mistress, cry tears of blood,
for your loss of righteousness.
Wallow alone in your prison of horror,
For none other than yourself hath cast you there.
Thrown into the very ditches of darkness..
Tempted into every form of evil..
Perfecting it as an art form..
Mistress of deceit.
You are shameless!
Cry tears of blood..
For your loss of righteousness
Weep until your eyes become drier than the deserts of Africa.
Hold your head in grief.
Your heart has turned to impenetrable stone.
Woe be to you!
Mistress of deceit, you are despicable!
Even the scavengers of the sand and water have more honour than you!
You are disgraced!
Tainted is your name.
Cry, mistress, cry tears of blood,
for your loss of righteousness.
Wallow alone in your prison of horror,
For none other than yourself hath cast you there.
Untitled
The plea for help echoed weakly in the dense room
A helpless soul, overwhelmed.
Tears streaming silently down an expression so wretched
A trembling heart that can endure no longer this repeated wounding
Wishing for non-existence,
Is but a futile prayer
As what lies beyond is not much better.
The world is but a lonely place
In which even lonelier souls therein dwell
With swollen noses and unliving eyes
Withered spirits pleading,
for a shower of guidance and rays of hope.
The world is a lonely place
And therein must we dwell till lifes end.
A helpless soul, overwhelmed.
Tears streaming silently down an expression so wretched
A trembling heart that can endure no longer this repeated wounding
Wishing for non-existence,
Is but a futile prayer
As what lies beyond is not much better.
The world is but a lonely place
In which even lonelier souls therein dwell
With swollen noses and unliving eyes
Withered spirits pleading,
for a shower of guidance and rays of hope.
The world is a lonely place
And therein must we dwell till lifes end.
Monday, 18 February 2008
Claire
It leaves within me
An exquisite tingling
Almost painful
Yet pleasurable
Tendrils of melodious beauty course through my minds vein
The hand of my soul almost touching it
Reaching out
A shiver passes,
As heart strikes heart
A feeling so sublime
Delicate in nature
A gentle caress upon the one who listens
As it ever so slowly draws towards its end.
An exquisite tingling
Almost painful
Yet pleasurable
Tendrils of melodious beauty course through my minds vein
The hand of my soul almost touching it
Reaching out
A shiver passes,
As heart strikes heart
A feeling so sublime
Delicate in nature
A gentle caress upon the one who listens
As it ever so slowly draws towards its end.
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Art of Fragility
sometimes the lights upon the horizon shine bright with promise,
emitting colourful sparks of hope.
lighting up the sky of life with a pearly lustre..
and i see myself standing in a field among the flowers of my life,
watching the butterflies of time flutter by.
then there are times when the sky darkens with the clouds of despair
and the rain of uncertainty showers down upon my soul,
battering the flowers,
destroying them,
yet the butterflies of time still flutter by,
through the tormenting rain, ever persistent.
why does not the sun shine forever,
why does not the unrelenting tormentful rain stop.
i wish to ascend to the heavens
and ride upon my steed of joy on the glorious band of the rainbow.
to revel in the beauty of the whimsical breezes of happiness.
oh yes, beauty does exist
and through the rain will i plod on in the hope of discovering my pearly horizon once more..
emitting colourful sparks of hope.
lighting up the sky of life with a pearly lustre..
and i see myself standing in a field among the flowers of my life,
watching the butterflies of time flutter by.
then there are times when the sky darkens with the clouds of despair
and the rain of uncertainty showers down upon my soul,
battering the flowers,
destroying them,
yet the butterflies of time still flutter by,
through the tormenting rain, ever persistent.
why does not the sun shine forever,
why does not the unrelenting tormentful rain stop.
i wish to ascend to the heavens
and ride upon my steed of joy on the glorious band of the rainbow.
to revel in the beauty of the whimsical breezes of happiness.
oh yes, beauty does exist
and through the rain will i plod on in the hope of discovering my pearly horizon once more..
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