perception of perdition
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
reminiscent letter,
how could I, how
why, did I do such,
you truly deserved better
some would call this self-exploration,
seeking truth? seeking flaws?
abandoning all past temptation,
an affront, cruelty in motion
though you were mistaken,
to have left me such,
for I was but a ripe seed,
now sprouting proudly in grace.
deny as u might, but soon it will be lucid.
I am unlike any other.
how could I, how
why, did I do such,
you truly deserved better
some would call this self-exploration,
seeking truth? seeking flaws?
abandoning all past temptation,
an affront, cruelty in motion
though you were mistaken,
to have left me such,
for I was but a ripe seed,
now sprouting proudly in grace.
deny as u might, but soon it will be lucid.
I am unlike any other.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
his poetics shall exist here.
while that which reflects his reality would be reflected in this dimension.
while that which reflects his reality would be reflected in this dimension.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
oath of the wind
the path of no return,
as he embarks he pauses,
to look upon her one last time;
he doesn't, onward he strides
in a quest to recover that power,
which was once rightfully his,
he humbly approaches the tower,
hell bent on his vengeance
for he hopes those whom he inspired,
would countinue to be,
and in his absence, prosper
but he wishes only one thing upon us
"Move on, be brave, don't weep at my grave... because I am no longer here. But please never let, your memories of me disappear."
to those who adore him,
they would understand,
how he feels and what must be done,
lest he'd be forsaken.
the path of no return,
as he embarks he pauses,
to look upon her one last time;
he doesn't, onward he strides
in a quest to recover that power,
which was once rightfully his,
he humbly approaches the tower,
hell bent on his vengeance
for he hopes those whom he inspired,
would countinue to be,
and in his absence, prosper
but he wishes only one thing upon us
"Move on, be brave, don't weep at my grave... because I am no longer here. But please never let, your memories of me disappear."
to those who adore him,
they would understand,
how he feels and what must be done,
lest he'd be forsaken.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Song: Drained
The air's so thick
It blurs my vision
I can't think straight
In this condition
This dim lit hall
Is stretching further
Not knowing
What I might discover
Through a door half open
A painted light bulb swings
Casting someone's shadow
Reaching towards me
Something draws me here
Not sure
Feeling Drained
Still I am curious
Haunts me
Taunts me
Now I start to Gravitate
Remain composed
I hear some laughter
The darkness in me
Moving faster
A handle turned
A door is opened
Ashtrays
Cigarettes still smoking
And there again before me
The painted light bulb swings
And see I cast the shadow
The one I saw moving
Cannot catch my breath
Can't cope
His face turns toward me
Can't be
Not me
The man in the mirror
It's all too clear
As I stood there
Acknowledged him
In reflective glare
I don't quite understand
Why any of this
Is who I am
I'm damned cause I doubt
It's part of me
Trick of the mind
Pschitso you see
It's like awakening
I'm in
Someone else's skin
Molds me
Holds me
Controlled
Left me Drained and empty
Transformed
Shifting
I peer inside
A well of atrocities
Like quicksand
You pulled me
Down deeper
All twisted inside of me
~
this feeling,
akin to being ablaze,
engulfing me
part of my true strength
slowly returning...
The air's so thick
It blurs my vision
I can't think straight
In this condition
This dim lit hall
Is stretching further
Not knowing
What I might discover
Through a door half open
A painted light bulb swings
Casting someone's shadow
Reaching towards me
Something draws me here
Not sure
Feeling Drained
Still I am curious
Haunts me
Taunts me
Now I start to Gravitate
Remain composed
I hear some laughter
The darkness in me
Moving faster
A handle turned
A door is opened
Ashtrays
Cigarettes still smoking
And there again before me
The painted light bulb swings
And see I cast the shadow
The one I saw moving
Cannot catch my breath
Can't cope
His face turns toward me
Can't be
Not me
The man in the mirror
It's all too clear
As I stood there
Acknowledged him
In reflective glare
I don't quite understand
Why any of this
Is who I am
I'm damned cause I doubt
It's part of me
Trick of the mind
Pschitso you see
It's like awakening
I'm in
Someone else's skin
Molds me
Holds me
Controlled
Left me Drained and empty
Transformed
Shifting
I peer inside
A well of atrocities
Like quicksand
You pulled me
Down deeper
All twisted inside of me
~
this feeling,
akin to being ablaze,
engulfing me
part of my true strength
slowly returning...
Sunday, July 06, 2008
But what happens when karma,
turns right around to bite you,
And everything you stand for,
turns on you to spite you,
turns right around to bite you,
And everything you stand for,
turns on you to spite you,
Saturday, July 05, 2008
"God gave the gift of Artists, so that people may dream while they are awake."
- Steve Vai
the void within
a sunken pit of despair
these feelings null, thin
sorrow from dilapidated ruins
as I walk, broken
I recall all too well
the words spoken
and how hard I fell
2 years on
12 heartbreaks later
none of which healed
this broken shell of
who he once was
and so came 13,
the one who could heal
his quest finally came to fruition
till he realized she was obscure
as always, he rises from ash
trudging into the future
never looking to the past
pondering,if anything would last
losing faith in himself
losing trust to his fellow
searching for a future,
but never find that which holds true
where lies the once great
his impeccable intelligence
enchanting melodies
and unrivaled power
his greatest force
source of power
was she he'd put
in his heart
she and only she,
would allow him this
to be able to fully manifest
and finally, live
as days pass
his power wanes
this wicked past
I'd wish away.
holding dearly onto shards of the broken memories...
slowly it corrupts
- Steve Vai
the void within
a sunken pit of despair
these feelings null, thin
sorrow from dilapidated ruins
as I walk, broken
I recall all too well
the words spoken
and how hard I fell
2 years on
12 heartbreaks later
none of which healed
this broken shell of
who he once was
and so came 13,
the one who could heal
his quest finally came to fruition
till he realized she was obscure
as always, he rises from ash
trudging into the future
never looking to the past
pondering,if anything would last
losing faith in himself
losing trust to his fellow
searching for a future,
but never find that which holds true
where lies the once great
his impeccable intelligence
enchanting melodies
and unrivaled power
his greatest force
source of power
was she he'd put
in his heart
she and only she,
would allow him this
to be able to fully manifest
and finally, live
as days pass
his power wanes
this wicked past
I'd wish away.
holding dearly onto shards of the broken memories...
slowly it corrupts
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