So late

I yearn for a shade
within a crystaline wish,
through a shattered pathway
flaking memories in a puzzle of joy
and frost left in the wake of a reverie

atonement in the bleeding winds of change
and blooming flowers through the fields of time
where enteties would bond and break,
and clear voices, spoke the truth we fathomed,
housing the clean smell of happiness
and the echoing songs of yesterday

I collect myself
a mess of reflections
burdening sigh at the timelapse
sweet melodies dispurse in the breezes
guiding patterns in the falling snow


I miss you

The Arrival of Defeat

silently i wander these wastes
overburdened,
unfamiliar burning sensations
are causing through my face
a thousand ideas fall apart
in this corrosion of thoughts.

-and left in the wake of this stifling famine
I would silently ask myself;


how does one continue to wear the contures of joy
through such harsh conditions;
when the sun is giving up
and all motivation dissolves in ultimate doom?



How does one see inspiration;
when the vital rays of life have blackened for good,
and the sobriety is forcing your knees into the dirt?


how does one fuel the fire;
when the last pyre has weakended and withered
and the last feeble wishes inside
are burning out aswell?


how does one speak;
when the only words sought are silent
and those fluttered are of despise and hate,
how,
when your prayers are but meaningless howls?


how do I overcome?
when my every step becomes a mountain to climb,
and every second is an aeon passing by?


I ask myself this as i carry on
and yet-

I laugh, oh how i laugh.

this is indeed,
the arrival of defeat.

Your eyes

The poetry-form of a death-metal song i wrote a while back:




Black sun, a beckoning dawn
breaking, aggrevated lines in the thunder
slistering minds, devoid of names
immemorial trails beckon a new fall.


a fire strikes 
ripped asunder, left to smolder
spectators awed by the mayhem
a usurper rise to the call;


I exsist to reign
feeding lies to a dying populace,
masked scorn, rejoice
a well known idol
painful laughter in the shades of joy
gullible, featureless and enslaved
bleeding wishes dispursed
muffled laughter through the final exhalation of sanity.


lethargic motives entwine,
they tremble to their knees
awestruck and in peril 
in a pandemonium of extinction

- as the scelestial moon falls.




drenched in disease,
revoked hatred in dying eyes
fading moans, pyre of souls
coiled and weakened 
desperate prayers
in a flood of screams




-And so I saw your face, for the last time
veiled in a miasma of lies
I saw your eyes, for the first time
matters endued, but where are you?


i saw your eyes, for the first time
alit and sinister
spewing a burning realm.

Serenity

a single breath from you stir the fathomless oceans within my heart;

without a word fluttered, i am completely a mess.

reliefing me from my burdens, unyielding serinity,

i could observe your eyes through infinity.

perplexed by your presence, i would clasp in your beauty;

for what i behold, is truely beautiful.

and please regard my words as the truth, when i tell you about the vibrant fires inside of me,

how the countless emotions bound to my thoughts 

whisper your name from dawn to dusk, completing the cycle over and over again;

reminding myself to seek the warmth of your soul

the colours that span from your aura

and the lights you create so gently;

in order to collect myself once again.

wishing for the days to come  to strengthen my weakened legs;

whom before carried me through stifling seasons of winter and halcyon days

ironically, without a cause, nor a purpose

and left me with an eagles gaze

the world would see dawn break once again,

whereafter springtime crossed the invisible latitudes, revealing your existence;

revealing you.

Nostalgia

I have walked the nostalgic plains,

 seen the fields and lanes

the memories, of where we used to play, 

before adolesense usurped our utopic lands.

I wished for an inspiring dawn,

long before we met.

and the clean mesmerizing sweet birdsongs

wrote the act of our dreams, to overcome the road ahead of us.

A thought crossed my mind as i walked the nostalgic plains;

before night sweeped over the meadows

before pain, and before the truth would endue.

young eyes full of wonder

the wind trough the grass

with faces of glass. 

laughing and smiling at one another, and with hopes and dreams beneath fragility.

we ran and ran, and understood our positions

the lines became clear.

The nostalgic planes are now still; and forever will be.

you are in my thoughts,

allthough, i know we claim different goals.

and when the evening settles;

i shall remember you, my friend.

soon it is nightfall again.