Inferno

My love

Your face and your smile
Your melancholy and your twirl
Lift me out of my bed, my sunshine
My special someone

My star
You're distant and ethereal
Perfection like no other
That I could only gaze and yearn
And speak of to others

My lover
Is that you?
You're my lover?
I must be dreaming
It couldn't be true
Oh, but you're breathing

In front of me, there
Stay put and don't leave
Now I'm not very good
But I'll try and improve
Until it'll do

I tried and I craved
Of something even greater
I think there's confusion
I can be even better

Now, what is this thing
This thought, my obsession
You're good, said she
But I think not, my lady

He would never sleep
And later, wouldn't eat
What did he do then?
You're really good, said she

He still wouldn't settle
In the perfection of her ways
He smiled when she did
When she didn't, he'd rot

He rusted in the rain
Intermittent or persistent
He ruined himself
Every time they were distant

In the end
He was dull
He was dark, nothing else
He'd smile in his sickness
Which came over time
And took over all the rhymes

I have gone insane
Abnormal
Obnoxious
Depressed
Loserly
Sick
Demented
Dementia
Demented
I only wanted to see you happy
The once bright light
In your eyes and your ears
And your hair, everywhere
I killed it, a demon
That's me, a lizard
A lizard and a demon
Clinging and wet
And nothing good about me
I meant no harm
But my ways are pathetic
So go on
My love
My obsession
My bliss
You are a star
My days are over

Votive Offering

Today is the day

When I take it upon myself

To not be an ingrate

And be thankful to my inspiration

I try not to be sardonic

My cynicism must not be given into

This deserves to be a conservative affair

Where colors never fade

Beautiful things not revered for just their beauty

I will kill a trespasser

A critic

Or a cynical bird

If there is one in this room

I will risk not a breath

And I stand by but each word

Now that we’re clear on that one

Let me have my solemn moment

And then describe to you my inspiration

I stare at it relentlessly

And if I may ingratiate myself, flawlessly

My penchant

The source of all good

And evil to me

The cradle of words, notes and harmony

Devourer of innocence

Mantelpiece of my living-room

My Pandora

Tomorrow marks the beginning

Of a different man in me

Yes! I deferred my fervor

But nevertheless, I am in gratitude

And though no one else sees you –

The Metaphor –

I do

Jean Gray

Once every few months

The dreaded storm approaches

Too close for comfort

A little too personal

Keeping within itself

Some pages, no leaves

And purposefully dramatic

Sarcasm, derision, and no blood

Evading a touch, spark

All it can

Flummox, Confusticate, Maraud

Even help a stranger

To keep the legend alive

Strike just the one

And the perfect exhibition

Of prolonged lightheartedness

At first glance

Self-obsessed, narcissistic, not alone

At second glance

Brooding, Baleful, still not alone

I see a girl inside

Deep inside

Maybe she isn't there

But I see her

And what now?

How I always know to stay away

Yet prove to all that I knew nothing to begin with...

(More to follow)

Poseur

Tremble
Tremble my friend when I look
For it does not mean
that I put myself where you are
I do it for your harm
And mine too

But hold there; it doesn't stop
It gets worse
I spend one year trying to break you
To gnaw you and your very mind

You
You there
Wearing that dress - 'Posing as a puritan white'
What if they run out of it?
You'll wince, and I'll look
Just as I always do
You can't kill me
Only I can do that
And I may.

Everything Falls Apart

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I have known
The dream of being someone else (again)
has acquired a life of its own
So many dreams, so many faces
So many of all those things
All the faces looking at me
I am being left alone
The feeling of being followed
The feeling of being liked
The touch of someone bad again
Being torn down every night
The darkness that I feared the most
Is the colour of my skin
Hopeless coloured me
I have spent my life on this
My life has always been about this

Oh ****, Oh ****
Then it fell apart
It fell apart

Oh ****, Oh ****
Like it always does
Like it always does

Extreme ways of saying things
Extreme ways every time
Condescension is a virtue
Not everyone has the right
Too many lies, too many capers
Too much time, contemplations
Its really not good for me
It just can't be good
The way you talk back to me
Makes me stand in awe of you
Every single day
Dirty things and Dirty places
Dirty thoughts and Dirty faces
My face is one of them
My thoughts are very low
I have spent my life on this
My life has always been about this

Oh ****, Oh ****

Then it fell apart
It fell apart

Oh ****, Oh ****
Like it always does
Like it always does

The Coterie, Dreamer and ramifications

(The best I've heard, the best I'll manage to hear)

Once more was the occasion when he dreamt of

the land of Hector, the men who tamed the horses, the best of those;

the best of any. This was his land now. No more could he 

belong to any other realm. The kings were his benefactor, 

and he was their preferred subject.

His chest replete with pride and his mind with wisdom, 

that man set sail to defend his country, salvage the spotlight

which illuminated thousands of his brothers who stood by him in thick

and thin. He perpetually honoured the Gods, loved his woman

and stood apothegmatic on the reason and consequence of divinity.

Perhaps, his beauty lay in the fact that he too, was doomed.

Kept still on a frozen white night

The dew wet his lips 

And at that wonderous moment

It felt to him

as nothing short of a spark of light

The gift of game

that ressurected the man in him

A fearful man

with a heart turned to stone

Long long ago

The dew only fetched his senses aback

The tale never goes on

To dictate a change of heart

Or prophesize a restoration of peace

For he was a soldier

Much too used to wars

So much so

That peace confused him

and made him question his own reasoning