Sinner Man

Sinner Man

Rush of the blood down the pipe,

Burns the guts of that sinned insane,

Smoked the full pot of weed,

The smokes reached his nose drain,

Dissolved every part of his flexible brain.

Star gazing, moon raking, heavens asking and eyes fixing,

Fixing his glares to those burning flares,

Which reach the fluids in his brains?

Stimulus shot and ran through the nerves and he couldn’t refrain,

Nice feeling hit his forehead his temple, sweet emotion.

Rinsed in his sweat, panic, shock stricken overdosed,

Drowned in his own piss, was a stage he couldn’t face his eyes,

Walked a long mile just to breathe,

High, stoned could see everyone around him bleed,

Scary trip,took him deep in that never ending long lasting abyss.

“It is not necessary how much you get high,

What is necessary is that if you get high or not?”

Activated Passive Realizations

False hopes, smile sorries, no sorry figures,

You raise the toast and the journey begins

Cradling your way down to the time,

We re-arrange what we had made over

Slimmed erosions of the happy hours,

You ride with YOU lonely in those cold showers,

Clueless, as to what may be next possibilities,

Before that could happen, you refill the dying potion

Humming alone down the streets, blowing the smokes,

Trying to get rid of the haunting ghosts

Nothing left to gift to, or to give up,

All that has been, or will be is the YOU, and you will shut up,

Ashes, smokes, rings of fires, stirs in you a desire,

That was it meant to be, time to light another FIRE.

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.”