Sunday, April 9, 2017

Self Aware & Hating It...!

All these words,

       Are beyond the very existence of all hope for my every desire, Should I die walking to the market for apples, There be no Eden... I shall be the very most remote light of belated source of youth's contest with age's progressively unrecognisable wise salt & the mirror's peppered happiness, Each contrast is hidden in the darkness of my every waking blinds cousin to sleeps dream.

In lieu of my participation in,
Taking down G-d.
For equality's progress
For She does not abide everyone
Only those whose dulcet tones
Share His ignorance to our decomposing miserably unshaken resolve to exist momentarily as beauty

Friday, April 7, 2017

At war with the phantom,

      unforgiving is the view beyond the future's invisibly locked hybrid consciousness wish for something better door...

In lieu of our desire(s),
For equality & cures

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Not all,

      But some...


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

If not for hatred...

     The pariah existence that is the neglected oceanic world of these words would long hopeless fate ago committed themselves to an unmendable timeless soon to chalk invisibly be a slit outlined nearly imaginary impression of naught but nail bitten wrists, Whose fate was designed by a G-d to whom only the most ignorantly ambitious towards altruism save the empowering greedy of all inhumanity's nurtured phrases set in every since childhood is a crime to speak your mind speeches... Yet the most revered saints are those who hated G-d, As I do!

    Wanting to see You, as much as proof of none-existence, How could this world have an hope for an equal future while we believe in miracles granted by You. Miracles of money, health and power whilst the powerless of heritage momentarily adapt to the savage earth as it sandcastles beneath their suffocating bare of ravaged flesh skinned feet accomplished is belief in a world where our best defence is a pulsing defiance to embrace ignorance. 

In lieu of our eternal slumber,
Waking to realise...

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Take me as a mole,

      Describing the secrets of self... To everyone who'll give ear to the loneliness that's haunting the ghost only frontal cone reflected in the mirror: Never sideways, A ghost anorexically drowning, In a vision never to be manifest of self... Acceptance hiding on the other side of humanity's unknowns: Obstacles to which my hope drowns.

In lieu of our...

Ambitiously neglected altruism 

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Sleep talks,

     In the inaudible reflected silence of the midnight obsidian soul, Prolonged is this proverb from what my mother bed she hated me story illegitimate child - not still born prayed - time unrescued by hope told... No one ever said a moment of my existence was lovely: Only that I should be in pain; That I should bastard insecurities eternal hurt...

In lieu of lost sentiments,
Lay me down...!

Monday, February 20, 2017

Drowning vampires,

      Losing out on sourcing their own faithless anorexia fjords of vanishing blood, Ever consuming the flesh off their own own wished they were born dead hollow of hope's unrepairable  marrow tricked into existing within bones,  Compensated by the mirror's non-reflect as they wish for an eternal closure of constantly villainous seeking eyes.

In lieu of what listens,
To all our secrets in shadow