The Question

Do you remember those times? 

The days where you kept begging for answers
through your zealous restraints,
and eternal blaze

reading magazines with glasses of oak
loving, while scrutinizing your heartless desires
pretending to love the lands
as the folorn sun arose from your eyes
where winds were blown and seas spewed

-to the days where you sealed off your self-restraints
and danced into a void of luminous colours and shapes
preparing for the next, last aeon

while drinking the sweet liquors
lurking in flowerbeds
and mires dread,
hiding the tunstile of emotional thoughts.

-Do you remember those times?

where proud parents applauded your progress
and how you would laugh
till the last drop of sadness would slide off your cheeks

and how, from sacred confines,
you would rise anew to the doves chuckling in joy
and feel your feet on the ground,
burning with desire to continue down the road unknown.

will you remember these times?

when the dirt and mud
will rise to reclaim you and split you

when the rain will pour for weeks
removing all superficial features defining "you"

and lastly,
will you remain true and without regrets
be able to walk hand in hand with death

when the lonliest season strikes?


sweetheart, are you falling asleep again?

Update

HEY FOLKS! I just want to say thank you for reading my blog (if you're out there) !
I haven't really had a real update ever, but as it would seem, the time is right -

so, why not?

right now, in my daily life, i've been subject to a lot of stress and such unpleasanties,
but after some hard struggling, i'm back on my feet;
better, stronger and faster than ever before ;)

i'll of course continue to upload the best of my poems when inspiration strikes,
stay tunes, and enjoy yourself :)

-Jester

Subterranean Thoughts

I am lucrative, creative and feeding your needs to my toungue.

Feeling the pressure, creating

the measureing

Features to seek bearing pillars of toxic desires, my life!

Needing the surface

I am but the preacher

erase what i say

embrace your dispair

Unravel;

the slopes and the shivering piles of creation

subject to all of my pain and suggestions

leave to release the flood

subterrenean thoughts

I am supreme, the lingering breath in the wind reach your ears

neverending reign, correcting your cravings

-for bottomless lies you pay dearly, commencing your rage!

Yearning for freedom

within empty storage

well known expectations

doubtful desicion

-you know?

The slopes and the shivering piles of creation

subject to all of my pain and suggestions

leave to release the flood

subterrenean thoughts