Warmth

moonlight walk, slow steps , the sands falling beneath your feet,
but the thought in your mind keep on going steep,
life had taken a turn , widened,
it worked like a machine lost its pulleys and was unstrapped,

only light left at the time was the moon,
you wish you could end this all so soon,
parked the wheels outside the cage,
still you couldnt let go of that deep embedded rage,

Never so desperate in life for certain answers,
wish could unravel the mirror beneath the sheet of sand,
no energy left for to blow the sand,
come take a walk with me , hold my hand

Blew the wind uncovered from the ever so hardened dust,
the only i was searching for with that charming lust,
wish could lay in those palms, the lap and stare at the moon,
you showed me life, gave me reason, to come out of that cocoon.

The Origin

You reach to that ocean full of pearls and the depth,

try to reach up and catch a breathe,

surface is full of air and the one you know,

it s a place where you will never find snow,

crawling up to the surface and you face the labyrinth,

all you can feel is the deep ocean stink,

wondering how to overcome the reality of the fragilities,

one climbs up and falls out of those unfound 'normalities'

Unanswered steps and those missed creepy crawls,

insanity and begin to wonder what has earth found,

life, life which never begun but it rose to that sweet little sound,

mystified and petrified by the deeds of the undone souls,

rise up move on you have reached the ultimate core,

search for you have the right to the fulfilled store,

all of your thoughts have those meanings,

shake yourself up to the surface because you only hold the steering,....

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.

7th Symphony

^{7 th Symphony}

Wandering into the mist of loneliness,

The loneliness of the desperation,

Slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds.

I wonder in the wander, passion, pain of fire,

Picture this I won’t last till the end.

Shed it off, burn it off, rip it off,

Uncover yourself from the fascist face of life.

Cold yet it may seem, you are still lost,

Keep on pressing the button, the ice machine is still cold,

Seven life, and the satisfaction you crave for,

Are you living it up to the dream you were born for,

Suck it in, deep within, those worms will eat you,

And at the end you will desire to burn out yourself.

Chapter 6

Swollen State

Burnt body, charred soul, drowned in the alcohol,

Not able to rise up or stand on my forbidden land,

Left thin and lean, glean, but still not clean,

Have faint marks on my body and have rusted glands.

Fight, fight, fight and all I could just do I write

These words of mine describe my hidden plights,

Living on the edge of every breathe I take,

Life for me is on the verge of make or break.

I empty my spirit in the spirits on a daily basis,

Cigarette butts fly on around me as the seconds races,

In need of these sources to block my mind from those faces,

I don’t care the suffering what my body chases.

Left alone time to straighten up,

Need to take a break and give myself a strong pump,

I take my bike and move on to a destination unknown,

Leaving behind the memories of mine thrown.

Chapter 5

Cigarettes

I’m lighting another cigarette,

Raising one more of the coming glasses,

I’m not weak, not feeble,

I just belong here, this stable.

Don’t help me stand, if I’m out,

I’ll raise one more toast,

I’ll find my own way out of this,

Through all these days and night.

Search for the tigers and the lions,

They are out of their dens, uncage them,

Free their holy spirits and give them their long lost freedom,

Those things now want to get out of the unwanted boredom.

The day will come sooner or later,

That’ll be the time when I’ll fill that crater

I’m not afraid anymore of falling for you,

It’s just a wicked game that I felt this way.

Time for the righteous to move on,

Break away those lovely yet tangled chains,

There exists no feelings, no emotions, only flesh,

Strange desires but I never dreamed that I’ll fall for you.

Millions are those stars gazing upon me,

I see them and wish that I was free,

The winds never stopped gushing through the leaves,

Neither will the moon change its route.

Sleepless nights, nightmare won’t budge me,

Again, no I don’t want to fall in love,

Dewy leaves, rested cats and chasing dogs,

Past times, present times; I have become a jumping frog.

Yes, it was a battle, not for thee,

I’ll still march on, on and on and keep finding the answers for me,

Gold slick moments will forever roll before my eyes,

Then I’ll turn myself to the ever calling skies.

Estranged desires, pushed me to my limits for ever and ever,

Crave not for the things you lost,

Search for those,

That‘ll make you feel sloshed.

Run mortal, run, you are trapped inside your lusts,

Keep on pushing harder, till you get that thrust,

“Life is a like a pack of cigarettes, they keep blowing you away,

Till you keep them glowing at your lips’ bay.”

Utopic Illusions of a Baby

Rain drops scatter my imaginations around the blades of the windmill,

They slowly churn away the wind as they sway away under their flawless motion,

The drops trickle down the blades as a magical potion,

These small prisms spread themselves throughout the greens as a free will.

Blends under the shadow of the trees,

Those finest dried leaves those are free,

Crushed under the finest whispers of laughter,

They find themselves deep beneath the graves of thee dead.

Undone by his deeds, found a way to freedom,

Broke those chains to move him away from the boredom,

Wandered to new horizons in search for new sensations

He had a motive to fulfill his life's frustrations

Sleep deprived, rumbling, rustling walking alone in the streets,

Was a man, with no desire, desire for success,

Under the ever moving sky was his never moving head down,

Just to find those crushed leaves bringing them back to the ground.

Anonymously carried himself through the hustle of the towns

Realized beneath the shade of the happiness there were many convincing frowns

Simplified his emotions to meet the needs of the protest,

Walking down those materialistic streets was just like a test

Surreal yet it may seem, deemed as crazy by the rest,

His demeanor was as hard as a rock,

For the miles forged under his feet he had to bear many shocks

Closure, without the joy or pain, he painted his road to his identity

The final destiny, the final moment, magical

Yet it may seem, was his final frontier, yet so simple

Utopia, his elixir of life, which he kept searching for,

Happiness and sorrow kept burdening him all the way along,

Yet he found a way to move on and on and on.......