Capturing Emotions?
Yet another Sunday afternoon; in the ether, disappears, In this drunken dystopia, of existential fears,As she stares down at the abyss beneath, of cars, cops and highways, And just for a while it's...
View ArticleThe Poltergeist
'Tis a strange love, this love for the night, A queer fascination, borne out of fright, And the broad expanse of tranquil moonlight, Shows not a single mortal soul in sight.So I'm free to escape...
View ArticleThe Countdown
The gates give way to the frantic crowd; "fifteen minutes to go! ", As senescent frowns on juvenile faces, now flock my windows, Their fluttering fingers shuffle through sheets, there's time yet for...
View ArticleDialectics
Why must I return to the temple doors again, the doors that've never let me in? To transcend as they say, the irreversible real; the decadence that's chained me in? Vain promises mask the visceral...
View ArticleReconciling
Poetry of sorrow ain't poetry that's shared, It's to be shelved, forgotten like most nightmares, Like tears that'd coalesced yet never condensed,Floating in the silent air it's failed to 'scend.'Tis...
View ArticleDéjà Vu
The empty belvedere flickers, midst mists and moonlight, Silhouettes slither to laughing medleys, merging with the night,The departing voices leave me alone, as I await déjà vu, O' godly geist, of...
View ArticleTo You, Poetry.
O' sweet yesteryears of decade bygone, the far end we first crossed paths,Forbidden adventures well past midnight, the revolutionary aftermath,The strained rhymes, the cliches that bore the guilt of...
View ArticleEndless Winter
Our search for summer wages, through wintry winds midst snow, Flanked by faces, memories auld lurk in ever darkening shadows, Timeless we lie, lulled by the winter gloom to a dreamless sleep, Poets...
View ArticleKitsch
So the theatre bears witness to my lonely fears, Soulless and empty it is, as it's been for years, But for the silent outcry that hammers the walls; teasing my deaf ears, As the final floating notes...
View ArticleColourless Ideas
Twas a night so rough he wasn't sure he'd endure, The tirades of dear daddy, mum mute, ever demure, How the red glare of a failed paper, obscured the splendour of shades he'd splurged;Won't be the same...
View ArticleHegemony of Morrow
To count what's left of the night to be lived, till the day blinds me again, Is there more that awaits than already spent, to colour my mortal remains?What if the windows shattered and the walls gave...
View ArticleThe Lotus & The Star
'With promises made of a brave new world, thus the Endless Winter was subdued, Though the homeless died and homes stood empty, though they killed more than cold ever could;It was all dismissed with...
View ArticleDasein
Shall stylite summits redeem desolation, chained to static skylines?Is it liberation that nulls emptiness, or the threat of definite decline?Ain't I better left with voices in my head, chained instead...
View ArticleCamouflaged
The hysteric teen probes the mirror; parading his luxuriant mane,As cubs should assume the lion latent, predators contemplate their reign, How revolting the feminine uncertainty that greets him, for...
View ArticleThe Sublime Objects
How unsettled daylight of late afternoon permeates, the uncertainty riddled barricades, Whence slogans resonate to rouse the blind who meander, and fail to discern the shades, That've sparred so long...
View ArticleRealer Than Thou
How I envy the canvas that stands stripped and soiled held in his wondrous enigma,The brush suspended awaits his command, the world spellbound in his charisma, Distant obscure the great despot...
View ArticleSimulacrum
Predatory clichés haunt numb fingers, that play the weathered frets,The soulless tremor of rusty wires rings, the scorn of condescending octets;No longer do they rain the glory tunes, the odes, nor...
View ArticleUnheard
"I shall close my eyes and pray the winds find me, for they visit this time of the year; Far from vile voices that ring noisy quarters, come cascades I await you here. They say the winds have run their...
View ArticleShall I Speak?
Shall it be the winter where it all runs dry, my poetry of diminishing returns? Stifled and starved midst desolate streets, no theatrics to warm the taverns;As December haunts our frightened limbs,...
View ArticleSleepless
Oh revere the stimulus that shall surround me yet, so sublime so sultry as tonight! My realm of pleasures so criminally misheard; as profiles ghost in and out of sight, As obscene spirits seize their...
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