Tag: no today

Windows to the soul,

a twisted road to the sin of who is hiding within,

all those dreams I had when I was you,

all the images bad and shiny,

blackening my door,

holding me at bay from the world beyond me,

locking my eyes away,

the mirror fades,

the door unlocks,

the sickness of the human body,

we realise how many stories we have told,

when the image before us is not who we are,

ashamed of the vison before me,

who was I meant to be,

who have I become,

would the child in me be happy with who I am today?

Sickness in the lies told,

a ghost of the past,

a mirror of the child I was,

a life lost in those eyes,

I gave you my all,

and then you left me,

you saw me for who I was,

a pale imitation,

a locked doorway without a key,

hide the wickedness,

bury the hope,

a life lived halfway,

a mirror covered by the blanket of the past,

tearing the part of me away,

who do I see,

when I look into those empty eyes?

Day breaks and the sound ends,

the last song plays again,

a morning,

a bird,

hijacking terrorists given cause to fight,

we see a window,

we bury our dead,

wait and watch,

see the flowers grow,

watch them open up and spread themselves over,

the open air,

sedation,

segregation,

watch the waves of madness,

tears of happiness,

fleeting moments,

watch the waves of madness,

segregation,

sedation,

sunlight on the water,

blood on the pavement,

see the flowers growing,

a bird,

a morning,

the last song plays again…

Table lords and whores,

freedom told through liars’ eyes,

ideas given as fact,

forgiveness a lie,

wolves hiding while your children are dying,

the fields of our fathers riddled with betrayal,

an infinity away,

stars in their eyes,

how will you die,

foolish desires,

endings unwritten,

the lasting lamenting,

time healing nothing..

Deluded from a missed opportunity,

dark star lost in the day of obscurity,

a portrait of patriotism soiled in dead flesh,

degrading wisdom,

dying sun,

we are not sharing,

we are not one,

you give yourself,

while i give none,

there is no us,

weathered days,

wintered nights,

lasting longevity in a womb of sin,

forgiven forgotten,

death from within!

Deceptive view points,

misconstrued ways,

my distance is a mystery,

my eyes only look one way,

lopsided arguments,

earth cold and bare,

the reluctance,

the fear,

the thought,

passiveness wasting time,

concentration a lost thought,

we’ll strive,

failure for fortitude,

solid sin,

we crave affection,

the deludes of a scattered soul,

the end..

Picture the blood of a sinner,

see it run free,

a bloodless corpse is found,

a sea of red does it float,

I was not on the rectangle shape before it became less,

I wished I was,

but I never saw it there,

they deviated,

they pretended,

I called your name,

but hearing was long ended,

see the eyes,

watch the jelly spring free,

I was an open book,

that you stopped writing in…

Let me see,

History repeats in a haggard troupe,

venom on the side boards,

blood stuck in their throats,

a blade for all who came,

a swing,

a sway,

a blazing sun scorched in a sea of red,

whimsical washing,

pittance and pillows,

faceless love,

we are devious in our ways,

intent shaded in a mirrorless room,

forgive me,

for I cannot forgive you…

cardinal sin within me,

gripping throats as we’re stuck inside,

watching the world sway from side to side,

desperately looking through closed eyes,

wondering why you didn’t ask for help,

when the world had nothing else to give,

change your ways,

give flight to sight,

open your eyes and see,

sing the song within,

let the sun in,

prisoner no longer,

let me see…

We’re going down,

captain lover man,

whistled tunes of sarcasms,

drinking coffee regurgitated by monkeys,

what if the song changes midstream,

washed wisdom,

unfavourable reviews,

sunshine in the Arctic,

a want not given,

a need taken,

spiritual endings delivered by babies crying,

we burn the bridge,

while we’re halfway over it…

Let me see,

cardinal sin within me,

gripping throats as we’re stuck inside,

watching the world sway from side to side,

desperately looking through closed eyes,

wondering why you didn’t ask for help,

when the world had nothing else to give,

change your ways,

give flight to sight,

open your eyes and see,

sing the song within,

let the sun in,

prisoner no longer,

let me see…

Medicated mourning,

holes prepared before the numbers are counted,

a mirror of ordinary,

swallowed by a far fetched plot to disregard and disrespect,

windows cracked open,

riddles made from substitute rules,

a few minutes before the hour,

the wicked widow walks with a slant,

her shadow nonexistent,

her twisted soul unkempt,

silent and lost,

a forgotten moment,

a song sung,

a whisper undone…

Wings degraded by the sun,

as a world ruled by monsters becomes,

I cried for the mothers,

who suffered over the death of their fathers,

those tears dried up as limbs we cauterised,

then fed to the homeless,

starvation of another’s touch,

unbecoming the simplest of playthings,

while the north star shines,

another mother gives birth to their bastard son…

I salivate to the thought of it,

wetting places untouched for many moons,

lust filled eyes undressing you,

a wasted lie to tell you to,

manipulation of the empty flesh,

chewing the remains of a blackened heart,

secrets giving in foreign tongues,

we hypnotise the conservatives,

rationalising the fevered dreams,

simplify,

mesmerising,

defeating a purpose,

wishing for something,

when there is nothing to see,

hold the tideline,

as we see the blind,

guide the children into a tomorrow,

we can never be part of…

Behind the door of a haggard wisdom,

was hidden the lies of a demented soul,

wishing and wasting day and night,

waiting for a figment that could never be,

building a wall around an unrecognisable face,

not lying,

not hiding,

pretending to pretend,

a mirror sealed on lips of sin,

you call the bluff,

unprepared for the horror that is before you,

wishing and wasting day and night,

lying to the withered soul that hides inside,

hiding from the lies that your forked tongue tells,

we sit in a circle,

we sit in a hole,

a twisted madness,

in a fornicated soul…

I see you,

watching the images that dance before you,

I see you,

wishing to be the other body,

I see you,

mesmerised in your own shit,

I see you,

wanting something for nothing,

I see you,

fondling yourself to the videos of your niece,

I see you,

slowly dying as the day draws further into itself,

I see you,

daring someone to give you what you deserve,

I see you,

laughing over the deeds you have done,

I see you,

you disgusting  piece of shit,

I see you,

In the mirror looking back at me..

Whispers on the eyes of those not seeing,

we are a delusion,

we are a lie,

life not lived,

leftovers,

simplistic emotions lost,

purge the sin,

see the sun,

let the skin burn freely,

I am asleep,

but awake in the moment of gestation,

you cum,

we taste,

again sleep is a lie,

open the eyes,

watch another part of you die…

I saw the darkness grow,

as it overtook all that was,

eyes glazed over with emptiness,

a soul on the edge of torment,

we promised things without question,

through dying breath,

we wished,

we hoped,

but we never dared to know,

when the other doorway opened,

we found ourselves free from pain,

free from the pittance we had fought through to survive,

a reprieve,

a gift,

a promise,

an illusion,

the clutching of straws,

by a mind not willing to let go…

Sickness no longer mine,

a desire to replace time,

no longer tolerate it,

devolve the depth of its parry,

reflect the desires of a broken mirror,

restart the fire,

burn the mirror,

break a cycle that started before my time,

you can’t remove the sickness,

you can only live within it,

you’ll never survive it,

you’ll never beat it,

you’ll heart succeed it,

this fucking fatal thing called life,

this god dam broken machine!

I sinned my name,

while you planted trees,

I washed the blood away with lies,

while you gave life to beautiful things,

a song was sung,

and dance was done,

the wicked weaving of a foolish fraud,

perspired inside the dormant beast,

lost in sight,

given in grief,

wished to forget,

forgotten to keep….

Worship the whisper,

downwards end,

a mirror of innocence,

signifies the resurgence of a resurrection,

disregard the filters of a day done,

ignore the call,

fixate and facilitate,

we are something more,

become the inevitable,

brake the seed,

flex my muscular venom,

as it is spewed forth from its den,

succulent state,

given delusions of worth…