No Justifications

have you ever wondered why you are here in this moment,

all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets,

If you can feel the numb touch of the time,

you can just stand up commit and accept your crime,

sorrounded by the sounds that lead you to this path,

dignified by the rusted lust for the credence and leftover shard,

take your chances and lead on to the land,

bow down and not out run , dont forget to take a stand,

glittery, shimmery , all wonder it to be like that,

no one ever realises it will turn out to be like and out it goes,

cling on and hold till the end, bond is too strong,

just try not to be feable and march on forward singing the victory song,

the glass is full along with the empty bottle,

dont blow up your chance to fill it again with a full throttle,

life has all the potions you crave for, desire for,

it only matter when you aim for the shots you see through .

Mindfucked Pleasures

He enters the door, waiting for her flesh to come,

drops the glass and grabs hard to .the core,

unruffles her hair. and lifts her up and close,

unhook the blouse, and baby my body is all yours,

deep, too deep you penetrate the soul of my skin,

everything turns upside and you rock my world,

something starts and something climbs up inside,

pain, no pain, its all gain from these well furnished sins.

stranger in no eyes, you and me, crawled up like a snake,

time for break , lets try something else,

been running over each other on the same grounds,

i love the way you pounce and makes me create new found sounds,

Fire, oomph, nirvana , you reach the ultimate moment breathless,

wish I could pull over every skin of mine over you and give you unfound pleasures,

rubbing against you, the friction, the force, I am drop dead,

catch me please I have no energy left, just do it once more and help me spread

360

The journey to the disillusioned centre,

Framelessly circling in that narrow drain,

Encircling the dilemma of the strange ,

Push it deep inside of your brain.

I cannot stop them to be around you,

It’s you that sets them free,

Why don’t we realise it’s only you,

The clouds and the churches, white and solid yet so empty,

Don’t force love out of your creed.

Remembrance , of you, of your thoughts,

Calling those old memories out and those moments we caught,

Resting in your eyes, hope the picture is mine,

Because I am the soul, my heart carries the image of you every time,

Dimly the flames bleed away,

Things carve out on that stone like a blaze,

Forget me, don’t punish, love is not gone, it’s just a phase,

Behave not like I was just another of yours doubtful craze.

Gush out, move out, just don’t freeze on me,

Active my imaginations for your passive thoughts,

Break in to the puzzles apart, disperse in the storm,

Explode into the darkness, and let me go home,

I am not a miser, It’s I don’t know how to control.

Heartbeat

There was fire beneath his eyes,

Running blindly never looked to the sky,

Rage wasn’t the quality he possessed ,

It was the love for her for which he was obsessed.

Moving up and down, round and round,

Those steps were the only things left for him on that ground,

Push the limits to reach , yet he drowned,

But he still knew the force of that sweet sound.

Dignity and pride was all he searched for,

Then came calling that strange love,

Love that never seemed to be the sea shore.

I tried to fill those gaps with those memories,

But my wounds hurt me so much, they were fresh,

Tried to pluck every thorn from deep inside of my flesh.

Along every came out my blood,

I wish I could be with you, every moment,

Your presence flash through my nerves every second.

‘Bag-aged’

You play in the park under the sun,

All you think about is carrying the fun,

Far away the flight catches you,

Inside those are demons with fired caves.

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,

And you will die leaving the life’s skin,

Grave beneath the shadow lies of those,

We trusted and for those we played with our lives.

Help me understand the substance of truth,

No one can run up the hill to that brute,

For which far away he threw his baggage,

There was nothing left but an uncalled handle

Wonder lusted years, glory moments,

Washed away under the seas currents,

For whom you died for never felt the hunger,

For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.