Black Lips…

Black lips

Nectar sweet

Kiss of passion

Galaxies meet.

Black lips

Secrets keep

Blessed union

Angels weep.

Black lips

Drizzle honeydew

Heaven’s blend

By maidens few.

Black lips

Sibilant hiss

Eden garden

A serpent’s kiss.

Black lips

Poison wrought

Fallen angel

Eternity, caught.

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Darkness Rising…

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Dark thoughts come crowding in my brain,
My mind lives in partial darkness
Don’t know any more wrong from right
In one view, scheme’s greenery and bleakness.

Feels like a desert night-time,
Myriad thoughts like million scattered stars.
Dry and cold and brilliant hues
Jagged soul scars of many wars.

The road is barren, is hard, is tough
The promise of an oasis just round the bend
Palm trees and water to nourish the soul
To make it brand new, healthy and whole.

Comes crowding in, does the darkness
Like a slithering serpent with a sibilant hiss
Pours its venom, poisons the mind
No more hues, just blue and its kind.

And still the fight remains,
Between light and darkness
A war zone inside my brain
Missiles, shards, empty shells
The carcass of one in this mess.

The Path…

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The dark path or the path towards light… It’s a choice… The path towards light is good, is right…. But the dark path – oh so tempting!

I resist the temptation…. Moment by moment…. A moment resisted is a moment conquered….

Keep resisting… Keep walking…

Transcendence…

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Afraid!
So afraid!
What are we so afraid about?

Scared!
So scared!
What are we so scared about?

Dare!
Dare not?
Why not dare to live our way?

Conform!
Conform ever?
Why conform to beliefs we don’t subscribe to?

Frog
And the well.
The story repeated ever and ever!

Jack
In the box.
Why not jump out of it for a sec?

Swim?
Swim against!
Upstream is the way to evolution.

Stand?
Stand alone!
Make your point loud and clear.

Fight!
Against the tide!
Lest we be washed up the shore like weed.

Struggle?
Struggle always!
Don’t become complacent and die!

Time!
Time flies.
Win this race against all costs.

End?
Beautiful end!
Keep the means true and pure.

Transcendence?
Radiant transcendence!
From ordinary life to a higher power.

In Zombieland…

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I am zombified
A 10mg and a 0.5 one
Kicked my ass
Stole my humanity
My thoughts, my words, my brain
Made me a zombie.
I drag my legs
Dash against the curves
In my path.
My eyes are dulled
A haze obscures my world
My hearing’s gonna
My reasoning’s sluggish.
Thick, dark, murky waters
Chug me down
I see the people from a distance
A fathoms deep crevice
Betwixt me and them.
I push and push
I try to write
Won’t go down
Without a fight.
My fingers slow on the keyboard
A vacuum fills me inside
All thoughts sucked – I, my and me
Going, going, gone
Last line of this song.

Bidding Adieu…

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Never wanted to say goodbye,
Never wished to utter a sad sigh,
Never to find you gone from my side,
Never thought I would be alone on this ride.
 
Seems like it was just yesterday,
We were young and so in love,
Sunny and bright our days and nights,
Laughter filled the space between us.
 
Now the day has grown old, the light’s retreated,
I wonder when fights became our norm,
The lies and accusations grew tenfold,
The hurt in your eyes cut me to the bone!
 
All that was left was the final act,
Of this little play, now the curtain’s dropped.
We make a bow to the empty house,
The dreams shattered, littered piles!
 
And still the goodbye flays me alive,
Knife-edged pain shreds my heart,
I break like a million pieces of glass,
Bloodied, battered – an unrecognizable mass.

The Witching Hour…

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The witching hour,
Spawns dark spells,
By the witch’s tower,
In the bogs and dells.

The witching hour,
Innocents sleep peacefully,
The wicked one’s power,
Steals their essence gracefully.

The witching hour,
The witch chants and cackles,
Her victims cower,
Beneath the spikes and shackles.

The witching hour,
She reigns it all,
Cauldrons spit and shower,
Potions of darkness and fall.

The witching hour,
The witch brewing her evil,
Her face hideous and sour,
Dances with the devil.

The witching hour,
Her breath bloody and rank,
Draws sweetness from night flower,
Scenes of death – pale and dank.

The witching hour,
Swollen with greed,
Felled by poisoned dower,
To the crows – her, we feed!