Month: July 2016

Impostor

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Far away, caught in
A land of merely sea
Had my fingers coined 
Around my oracle’s sanctity

Preservation is a must,
That is all ceased to be seen
As I walk in perfect lines
Only to collapse my visceral spine

Hand me a spiral,
I begged thee and pleaded
For growth seemed to be
Repeating the last entity

Was I doomed to part the skies
In the same totem of animalism, 
Chivalry being rebellion
Between my own skin
And the prized, luscious diamond?

Said, will I
Lay on the fabric of heritage
Grazing tradition, 
A branch saturated by oblivion
Looking over the acidity
In a fairly alkaline potion
Far and further away
In a sea, of only mere space

Agony

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Absolutely quaint it is-
To be an arrow
Against sprouting kind,
Reaping the fallacies
Of a meritocratic mind

Riddle me, quick
If it is a joke to stand
Against the fine-grained sand
None of which, belonging to this land

For one to look
Up into nothingness
Would filters, exposures 
And brutal provocateurs
Possess my very mind-
To call reality, another alibi?

The Freedom Of Restriction

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Had the melodies
Of a sunken sun
Frayed through the plastic metronome
A masked entity
Known as reality

I hold the spirit
The scroll, and baton
Quenched with medieval teeth and bone
Blood bred,
For all history held

Touched down
Fingers against grain
The punctuation of reality, as it is
Gritty and impure-
Masked in caricature

I wonder why
The rain has spoken
In a subversive pattern
When the waters have discharged
In malignant apathy

Staying Silent/In A World Of Gist

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The mystic follows,
Noting eyes of a deity
Pins and markings
Within the handles of
The uncarvable and sly
Spherical, confounded irises-
Blotted with the thrill
Of nothingness
Piercings hold the beauty
With oil, in the grip of paradox
Lurking within the sky

Like the frayed fabric
Off a torn mystery
A shawl, alas, a towel
For modesty
Unacknowledged in the glutton
With his radar,
A broken neural signal
Our names as the prayer-
For time, decomposition and tar

Heaven, emancipated
The Doppler shift
To a nuanced cry
Tell the engineers, it has
Only been a trend
For the man who places faith
In an idolatry of wine and proof
Is no better than
The militant- with his armor,
And lack of ardour hence
A complete bellend

The child of girth
Atlas, weighed
Thou shall witness the simpleton
As he clutches his beads
Personifying beats
In deep prayer
The vortex of the altar

Rise and Fall

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Hath no worries, 
Claimed the continent and the deity
Hell should arrive at dusk,
But dawn is all yours to corrupt.

I, with this scintillating power
The prowess of man
Due evolutionary kind
Have I yet to leave my neighbours
I bet, it is etched into my desires

Freedom and unmarked psyches
Regions of the brain untouched
Once conquered, with compensation
The door ajar falls back into want-
Notions and inclinations
Beating the madman endlessly
A metronome for glass spheres
Its endless tales, that all fears

My greatest enemy,
Is the archetype that I do play-
Not of the monarch,
Twice shy of a witch
That of inevitable humanity

The Flight Of Nighttide

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Do call forth, lunar forces
The bones of the moon
Strapped to the philtre of the iris
As a lone, cloistered yearner
For the nebulous fury of cosmic conjecture

Interrelation echoes,
In the hollowed and void-like mind
A treasury for adventure
The waves of rapturous gravity
Riding through
The arrow of entropy

Cascading onto fabric,
Loopholes in time
As quotidian asteroids
Fall under the parole of the philistine
An inquiry, a quandary
About the nature of spacetime

Sense to sense

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Eye to eye, shall I

No words seem necessary

Take my word for it

–

Using speech as a sin

Replacing the slack within 

Substance is all grim

–

Fuel hath no purpose

For the man solely verbose

He’s living elsewhere

–

No pauper recites

Royal tales in routine

Hardship shall bestow

Elaboration

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Synchronicity

Framed as constellations

Lost suppositions

–

The idolatry

Of a beggar on the line

Salvation lies

–

I can’t imitate

The senseless primate you are

Freedom is scarce

–

I await the day

Sophistry plays the present

No compensation

Science and I (Haiku)

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Why do the same stars

Play a freckled, pallid game

Above and below

–

Curiosity

Tears my reception apart

Truth after theorem

–

When do the ashes

Serve a functional purpose

To us, you and I

–

In the close meantime

Take my hand as a symbol

X over Y, unknown