Friday, June 05, 2015

The Gallows


Consumed by beliefs; trying to achieve
The impossible equilibrium between
Heart, mind and soul
Chasing shadows

The illusion of here and now
So simple but deep inside
Not necessarily true; truth isn't always true
We are timeless
Decapitated souls
Drifting aimlessly, flowing free...
In an arc of fire

The fearless are the ones who embrace
The bloodless coldness of this unanticipated truth
Oh, how I adore their stillness; cruelty
and shamelessness
Ancient survivors

I will give you the power of revenge
Because you are myself
In the search for the long lost...
I picture the darkening old sky
The past is engraved but we refuse to see
My eyes drowned in the tragic scene...
Grand and victorious
Cruel but joyful


Saturday, May 30, 2015

Angelus Mortis



in the last moment of time
we hang on tight
till we drift away
like a favorite lost memory
we long to remember

holding hands; cold, fading touch
eyes open wide
visions flash
numbing limbs
breath is burdensome
needle tight
torn between who we leave behind
thrilled for the mirror higher dimension
formidable decision
a dilemma of deuce
outweighing each other

but we let go
life drains away
we faintly see
a ceremony on the other side; we'll pass
with black strips of nothing
and blood candles
where's the light?
where's the tunnel?

The ruins that was once your faith
divided by hate
united by loss
death,  turbulence, mask of terror
calms me
and then comes the great whitining
transformation then entrance
Entrance... to each their own.
to each... their own.

Friday, January 27, 2012

ABOMINATION

IN THE FINAL DEPARTURE
FROM THE SLAVERY
DRIFTING UPON THE FACES
ENTER THE ALTAR
AGAINST THE LIGHT
AND INTO ETERNAL NIGHT
AND BEYOND...
THE SHORES OF LIFE
PURE HOLLOW BLACKNESS

SCREAMS FROM BELOW WHISPERING TO ME
TO WITHDRAW FROM GRACE ABOVE AND
JOIN THEIR MISERY
EMBRACE ME FOREVERMORE AND PULL ME
FURTHER DOWN

THE FROWNED UPON FATE
KEEP ME FUELED WITH HATE
OH, HOW VICTORIOUS
I WILL BE
WHEN I FULFILL MY DESTINY
OF ABOMINATION
AGAINST ALL CREATION

LIFE IS A PRISON WITHOUT END
LIT THE MINARETS OF BLACK FAITH
AND BURN WITHIN THY OWN MALICE

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Writer's block


"Writer's block is a condition, associated with writing as a profession, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task at hand. At the other extreme, some "blocked" writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers. It can manifest as the affected writer viewing their work as inferior or unsuitable, when in fact it could be the opposite."
Though I am not using writing as a profession, or as a source of income, but this is what is happening to me. I've not been able to complete a single new poem or a note for too long now, I've got many incomplete works that need completing. Each time I set a goal and start working, I get lost in between the lines and the issue fades away and I get drained in either another issue or life-imposed burdens. It has not been going so well lately with work and life in general that I am rethinking about everything in the past and questioning about what the future might hold and what is my role in this life in general since I am feeling extremely uncomfortable in many ways, work is a very good example of that.

I hope this gets over by soon as I got things in my mind, many actually that needs to get out but the problem simply lies in the order of getting things out when they are out of order in my head, when my head is lost in a very strange mix between harmonic tunes of a chaotic nature.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Diabolical Eve


Is it time? To indulge in pain...
Self deceit's divulging pain.
As I am cursed by revenge...
Strong and growing darker...
For the sun to set over you...
And the night to forever dawn over your face.

Courage now lies betrayed...
The story is ciphered in these words you bleed
.

Their beauty is a trap, their words are lies.
Block your ears, and close your eyes.
Own your soul; accept no compromise.
She will remain herself, no matter how hard she tries.

You never noticed the truth...
From your cloud of denial!
Even when disguised as a thought...
A mere memory...
I will never stop feeding you... FIRE!

"Love,care and altruism" words I will never fall for again.
For I have sacrificed my heart's kindness...
For something far more darker.
And far beyond your comprehension...

Sacrifice your eyes only to those who will see...
As the blind at heart wont care for a new born sun.

Becoming self consumed by hate...
Fighting their self glorified ignorance.
Though you were surrounded by failure and pure cold madness...
Wrongfully, you remained my hope!

If you think you're evil; I am the devil lurking in you...
If you feel hollow; I am the hollowness haunting your soul...
If your heart is nostalgic; I am the pain settled, burning in your heart...

I will never escape my colossal fears...
Struggling till darkness takes us all...
Till death takes us home.

Set your horrors free; as you've never been farther from the sun...
And bleed your way through; as you're now ever closer to me.

Artwork thankfully provided by Mohammed Darwish.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Soul Relapse



When the lovely ugly face of life is blinding the masses...
When sorrow is interwoven with grief...
When you are a hopeless case of sorrow, and of despair...
When you become the model of the triumph of sadness,
And the horror of madness...
You yearn for the taste of sweet, sweet death.
Like... nothing else.

Betrayed by life; but I didn't care...
But when betrayed by you; Everything fell behind.
For you were always; one step- too far.
Volatile screams in my dreams...
In the sea of my dreams I died; burning...
In the fire of my desire, I died; drowning.

In the ruins; my soul relapsed, descended...
To a shallow, unmarked grave...
Please pull me under , and don't push me further.
Please hide me...

May evil now lead my steps...
To help me cast your presence away.
For you to be lost in the labyrinth of madness...
Then found in the of plethora darkness.

Now; as you stand before my judging eyes...
I strip my mind from all but you.
But still, I could not forgive you...
I wish your life to be in death...
I wish you no more breath.
I've always wanted you down...
Come down, down here...
Devour my pain, and drown in my thirst.

Curse me, my lord forevermore...
For I am the weak, wild and shameless.

Better to reign in hell than to rest in peace.
For I am the king of all what is to come.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Tyranny


Too sad to cry, betrayed I lay; lost...
In a colorless place, trapped between darkness and light.
Welcoming the tide of fall...
Still, I long for the conjuration of daring springs...
Sickness surrounds me...
While seeking guidance to hell.

With nails, made of dirt...
I am scratching, injuring death.
As I am death's heir apparent.
And survival is my weakest instinct...

Why did you punish the heart that loved you?
Were you worth the blood that I shed?
We broke and fell... as one.
To me you're now...
A past friend, and a respected enemy...

Carry me away, and into tyranny...
Where I will let defeat dim their eyes
While victory shines mine...
My will be done, theirs; be gone!

Feeling indifferent while awaiting the lost twilight...
As the sun forever sets over my soul...
Tempted and blessed... by hatred...
...Forever enraged
Detonate a star...

Darkness unites us, and light tears us apart
Forever indebted...to winter...