Fine Line

Out of the blue came a new obsession Wired like my past but with a touch of radiance Keeping me up at night Made me her new possession Glued to my cuffs … Grooming my next heartbreak ๐Ÿ’” Twisted plots at escapism Skiing around the bermuda I’m such a glutton for punishment ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ WeirdmaskmanNG โœ๐Ÿฝ

Lost ๐Ÿ˜”

I look back at those yearsWhen we had a ‘little’ peace…How we failed to value those momentsAnd moved mountains to see them gone How our obsession for vanity ruin usFade our humanityAnd blunt our sense of reason Aren’t we all brothers?Cain or Abel, the same mother birthed usAnd here we areOn generous mother EarthPutting a…

Dauda ๐Ÿ’”

Is it weird that he’s not the man he used to be? Is he aware he’s drifting off the tracks? And becoming everything he’s preached against Out of the frustration of emptiness; The lack of company He found a new vice A new detestable habit Long lulling in his subconsciousness Waiting to take the light…

Paranoia

The fear of having no other route to ply Than the one that leads to her, Yet she’s at a junction of many roads to her, And you’re nothing but an option. The paranoia ๐Ÿ˜จ… ๐Ÿ˜”

Half a dozen in December

Beneath it all is what drives us, the memories that remind us, The thoughts that remain despite the changes that try us The feelings that linger, the cravens we ponder, the failings we shoulder. By the moon, the sun & the everlasting stars From where we forge our hopeful & daring hearts To live this…

Artsuy

Dear Artsuy, I hope you still hear the cockcrow every morning A crow of Renaissance, of the past you left behind Same crow that Seeped into your ears as a child, through adolescence and maiden-ship The nature-bought sonorous call back to life That awakens from the short spell of death To foil the toll the…

Preach hate; Bleach faith

Preach hate; bleach faith. Rasp some pipe dream into their platter of hope.  Feast upon their ignorance Snooze on their bed of chains.  Make their wail your sonorous dwell of slumber. Bloat your guts as their sweat moisten your orchard. Orphan their cubs to climax their agony as you blow your head in their maiden’s…