Sunday, 27 September 2009

untitled

sit here with me in my empty space, retrace a path less trodden
a life time of fragmented memories rise to the surface
thoughts swirling in the mass of an incomplete existance
teetering on the edge of reason, subconscious malady running free

take the pieces of my puzzle, as i cant do this by myself
guide me through the torment and the pain
blinded by gibbering daemons, paroxyms of abhorrence
paths i should be treading veiled by chapters of history

trapped in a past unwanted, struggle and fall amongst the debri
mistakes never forgiven become an endless curse
heed my call and take this outstretched hand, drowning in the unknown
classified as a burden by egocentrism adds to the weight

there was a time you saw me whilst i was invinsible
drifting through life ethereal, passed by by oppurtunity and hope
left to fade to nothingness by all held dear, closeness burning upon touch
self imposed misanthropic choices blurring true self


peel back the darkness, and see the inner light....

2 comments:

Kraxpelax said...

Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
like everything, move on with splendid ease
leaving us a message: life will never cease
its sleepy course in vain
in order to attain
rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.

The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
as deep inside. A force considered spent
returns from utter non-existence that was meant
to keep us out of breath -
Is Life both Life and Death?
Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.

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http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/

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La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades;
viva la muerte.
Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno.
El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.

La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho.
Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
valor. La calle es corta.
Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe.
Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.

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CaptainMoonshine said...

thats some nice poetry there, thanks for taking the time to look at mine. im just about to take a peek at yours to return the favour :)