Lucifer

 

 

Dim the sun, muzzle the earth, blot the flowers
Betray the words, stare until your eye burns
Salute the morning star

Scaled the euphoria with terminal results:
Beyond inspiration, intense admiration,
A step short of addiction, eternal infliction!

I once surveyed a world of time and substance
Now shrouded by your blessing into endless daydreams
Accidental entrapment...

Bloom with each piercing throb, feed me my bane
Until my soul dehydrates of your delight
Dragged away from sense and past to a vast desert

Farewell sleep, for you have been murdered tonight
Replaced by still images and repetitious sounds

Over

When it's over and I'm gone
You will be standing in the sun
What a bright day for you, just like any other
I never existed for you, so why bother?

When it's over and I trail away
Will all the words trashed ever sway
The shallow palate of your reckless hunger
Or become my single sided pathetic blunder?

When it's over and all the words are said
I will try to leave but you will be way ahead
Funny the way you think the things work at the time
A phenomenal world erected in my mind with tales sublime

When it's over, you shall not heed
All my apologies of the past as I kneel and plead

The Book of Love: Square One

It's distant and bleak, but the shroud is heavy on the soul
The day ablaze, still darker than any washed down by rains
I wake up to the day with a galloping heartbeat
And a heart shattered and torn by a vision of a dimension so cruel
Feeding on the fears of the pitiful to scorn their lives
Create a world of torment and lies, yet those lies are exact revelations of truth
The ones that we avoid and run for days
But slip and fall into on those desperate nights

In the end, it makes no sense, the gutless apparition of self
Embellishes the beauty that was supposedly gulped down with waters of its ocean
Never to be discovered again, never to be enjoyed by the eyes of the sinner
It was a wide lethal gap that would accept any dumbfounded leap of faiths.

Yet, we are back in square one
Maybe this is where we belonged
Meant to be here all along...

21st Century City of Sodom

The breeze in the dark narrow streets absolves us from our daily guilt building up around the pole in the city centers
Our wallets sing the lullaby for the shopping markets that protect us from the blood gust
Did you see winter? Or were you hiding under the marquee that you and I bumped and eternity flooded along?
Your coat is flapping to the sound of mystery, the hidden tune of the city, the one we all forgot to listen

You held my hand and all my bones slowly impaled
You may have never felt that misery, seen the disfigurement, engorged the sudden jolt of hopelessness of falling into an imaginary void
But I have been a secret candidate for the revolutionary subject for pathology
They could have saved me, but I preferred lying on the sidewalk to watch the sun disappear from my vision
Watched the stars conquer
And then came the time that the sun stood perfectly still in front of my eyes while I slowly went blind
I crumbled into the hands of Hansel and Gretel, swallowed by pigeons, defecated onto many shoulders and seen as a sign of luck
I have seen thousands make the lottery rich, and their smiles jerked into a frown as the last number was drawn
My reincarnation was a painful one while I found my sorrowful pieces along the lines of the river the dry cleaners loved to corrupt

You left me hanging there, and there was that breeze again that sucked my sweat of anxiety and left me with a paralyzed left face
I lost everything when I couldn't properly smile nor cry, and cursed the North half-mouthed
I loaded my pistol and shot the clouds, hoping that they would drop agony when they rained

This is not my letter to you as I know you will never see it, or read it once you endure the pain of living
Yet you will continue to enjoy it secretly, but will refuse to hear anyone's pathetic lives; yes, that's what this city makes of you
You will become a flow of dream amongst the pedestrians, and blur the street city vision until the night comes and street lights create clarity
The halting subways will commit to the understanding of respect for silence
3 am, and you will open your eyes from a dream that you want to continue living, but upon seeing the real face of the city, it will sting like a swarm of bees at a point that you have never experienced before
When do you get a painless and bloodless deflowering? And after the initial tears of endless pain, when is it not addicting?
Feel the cold of the fog on your window, hear the thunder and get ready to hit to bottom
Wherever you go, you will always live in the borderless city of sodom

1,1,1-Trichloromethane

One time has no charm..

The repeated brilliance of obscenity
Leverage of an etched obliquity
And the sheer experience of omnipresence

Nothing ever escapes the curfew of a demented glimpse

Repetition causes a mental whirlpool that defecates sublime affairs
The myriad stars of conception succumb with the glow of the moon

Just like every kiss with the same lips generates sheer jolts of joy
Just like the wind that wash your face with the summer breeze
A painting is redrawn with every angle of the sun
Iteratively bursting a stale yeast of corruption in my mind

I don't mind if you kiss me now and leave me the courtesy to dream
I don't mind the sun bloating my skin should I shed the memories
I don't mind degrading into instability as long as I can mutter my rage
I do mind the sweet scent of my skin when I've got none of the above

Arsenic

It's a pathetic attempt to escape a recursive curse
Especially when you don't know where to run to

The obituary streams out like an ocean to reach out
And claim your soul for a cascade of broken dreams

Losing control of the shutter, and darkness reigns
Even the brightest day falls in the shade of gray

United by the pathetic excuse of living
Feelings collapse into the trap of despair
Stirred to boil, the faint smell triggers a gag
Followed by a complete submission to a dementia of joy

Memories are nothing but a burden
Smelted into the shape of experience

Lead

Velocity has its own ways to accelerate you against the walls
Smash you into despair to break your bones
The gaps held together with ligaments
Filled with the tears of agony
And strangely enough, a trickle of enjoyment

Our subordinate existence becomes a tool to cheap love games
Dancing along the sun to the rhythms of the dusk flies
Swatting the mosquitoes that deplete the reason in our blood
We slowly become the zombies that greet the dawn
Falling into the hands of an anonymous redemption
Living on the pretentious love of the lips that blossom the spring
Days disconnect, the film strip that is supposed to swing in front of our eyes
Burns down to the ground frame by frame
Audio track howling the grief of a life lost

Repentance only brings memories back
The dusty albums that mortify
As the eyes slowly squeeze out the tears
Undiscovered mistakes only haunt you in every step
As everything you have slips through your fingers
Cry out to the morbid sun that can't warm your soul
On these wretched days of solitude

Sigh
It will only get worse

Hydrogen

On any given day, she's just human
When you look at her, the beauty tickles your senses
Numbs every other feeling, fills you in with love
you just pass by her, secretly knowing you won't be able to forget

There are some days this other form appears
Riddles cascade your thoughts, time gets paralyzed
Flowers spurt from every hole in your skeleton
Your body walks away, soul clings to her with pride
Along many that sacrificed their eyes and lies
You are a fool to believe her scent is the kinky bondage
That swiftly pulls you into her posession
But does it matter, once you no longer own yourself

And then there are days she is a massmurderer of sleep..

Sulfur

Ruptured wounds and mellow tunes
At the point of no return

The sickly bastard son of malice
Sips his wine enjoying his time
A corkscrew pops to the joy
Whole world falls asunder like his toy
Weakening of emotions a parade
Transcendental molten greed cascade
Corrupting all beauty in its path
Humanity samples a mouthful of his wrath
His spindle threads the future
Gnaws a gash none can ever suture

Believers drawn here, all pay the cost
None is spared and all is lost
At the point of no return

Carbon

Some things are just never meant to be known. They create confusion, disturb the fragile balance and distort reality. They can't be explained; that will lead to mental wormholes. It reaches out, beyond induction.
There is no reason for some occurrences; things are just bound to happen, uncontrolled and there is a certain pleasure in expression, vague, discrete, and watching people react, reform, watching the effort to understand it, the subliminal twitch.
It's not sheer experiment but an elevated experience, amplified truth. The magnitude of reality may be a speckle on this scale, but the exaggeration poses a sweet tenderness that forms a unique bond.
It also alienates people when lingering in the extremes. There exists a covert bound that inhibits the chaotic destruction in silence. Like drugs; while it infuses a warmth of joy at a desirable value, the overdose can be lethal.
The seeds of manufacture are most probably generated from simple attraction. What else? The comfort of the past? The longevity of acquaintance? Maybe.
It maybe all of the above, and therefore is reasonless in this cacophonic unison, and the neither the origins nor the callous nature of progress can't be chained to a single event/reason/source.
It neither is a single outcome. A multitude of outcomes are created by the encryption and endless delay of proclamation. It is necessary to preserve the true form of what everything needs to be: the step beyond is a step into extremity.

In the most primitive reproduction of words: love ruptures simplicity...

Chrome

A skeptic syndicate of light glimmer from future
Dust topping on an edible dream
Haunting its way through a spectrum of despair
You've been there

Reflecting self on a mat tenderness
Master manipulator fed your appetite
A chronic hunger you will never triumph
He knows your weakness

Molding the human suture to its needs
Devour the bait, stick to the reaching hand
Towering all over you, spinning you around
That's where you're bound

There's a shroud, a bleep on every vile act
Audible to common human as the Siren's Song
How pathetic, said the spider to it's prey
They were all lost in their heaven