Why this sense of loss and betrayal
locked behind prison bars of portrayal?
Intestines writhe, so pining for
relief from the blood that I abhor.
We were born as a fragment of a family
we were childlike, optimistic, and free
but we drifted away, shrewdly snared
in our sight, a chimera flared
The shade instigated hate into flaming
firing hate for themself and then others shaming,
Tuesday 16th March 2021 5:18 am
its all there, writ on vellum
engrossed by time and fate
scrolled as wayward history
marks each and every date
familiar names and their sins
revenants of thirsts unslaked
wild love that soon withered
or cakes that never got baked
scars and might have beens
guilts and nameless shame
glories and fleeting trophies
won from life's hectic game
Friday 5th March 2021 11:44 am
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition
When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen
Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware
As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air
I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap
What about the metals likened to a subtle che...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:35 am
With every passing minute a different scene is unveiled.
Each revealing a new dimension, a changing perspective on reality.
The infinitely majestic mountains, covered in their entirety with a thick layer of condensed water.
Power, stability, brut earth force dissapears into the abyss.
While the clouds rule the sky, the mountains are strangers to you and I.
Look around and take in th...
Thursday 5th October 2017 5:20 pm
Love never captures the stars
for we burn in the hollow
of the black hole
tearing at our souls.
Yearning to be free,
on our knees, we plead,
blind at times in defeat,
deaf to the trees,
the hearts true needs
but on we climb toward the light,
the rainbow an illusion of mind
knowing the journey is the gold,
that truth comes in numbers
and in reverse the future unfolds.
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:57 am
Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility - without errors, mistakes or fuck ups. How do we trust others when we can't even trust ourselves .. If the potential gain outweighs the potential risk we're likely to oblige. Whether the repercussions be momentary or long standing, we're going to indulge in whatever we feel is beneficia...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:40 pm
From the bridge of your dreams
You see yourself on the other side
Illuminated for a brief moment.
You walk away from the illusion,
Deciding to be only one part.
And yet at the very last moment
You turn around and look back
At the silhouetted image of you
In the distance, raising a right hand.
And you wave back with the left
Because you are the reflection
And this is the connection
Wednesday 7th January 2015 3:22 pm
Alternative worldview as I sit on my throne,
trolleys in the car park only purpose to exist.
Tell me what is it like to be a pond?
See a mirror in your smooth serene exterior,
are you reeling inside under the surface like me?
Danger of drying up in summer stagnant stinking water.
Frozen solid two seasons later hard as stone.
Are you me or am I yo...
Friday 2nd November 2012 6:09 pm
nobody nor nothing is real
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
Love is an illusion fuelled by hope
Hope is an illusion fuelled by love
The sky is full of ghosts each cloud
A spirit forever trapped in the blue.
Sunday 2nd September 2012 1:51 pm
In a war, conflict breeds loyalty not selfishness in your partner, not like chavy England. Basking in the illusional glow of my make believe achievements. More bad nights adding to my bank account of insomnia.
She has fortitude in strength of character. I hate my own reality. What would it of been like to go and to His Latest Flame with Bernie? My most amazing gig with a real women...
Saturday 6th August 2011 4:44 pm