"We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other." - Lewis Thomas

Friday, April 30, 2010

I know I have neglected my blog, and I apologize to you few followers. I could give the excuses such as: I had exams and I was moving back home but no one likes excuses. So to hopefully make up for the sin of neglecting ones blog, so here are a few poems which I have wrote recently. Thank you.

Sounds of Life

The sounds of strings fill the silence
A being asleep within the emptiness
Swollen cavern, hollow emotions
Personal warfare, Breaking nature.

Violins playing the chorus of life
Guitars strumming the sorrow of death
Chelos echoing the truths of love
The beginning of the awakening.

Transformation of angst to anxiety
reason watching over impulse
Like parental intuition,
When the stones settle at the bottom
Our lives shift the tides of times
Melting the cubes of ice
As they wait for our lives to flow.

Heaven's Hell

There exists a small world
Twisted and torn
Like a child's toy
Kept from destruction
Under watchful eyes.

A world born without thought
Without rhyme or reason
Irrational impulses
As the blooming of blossoms
And the spinning of silken webs.

Walking the endless hallways
The maze of instinct
Encircling environment
The planetary hell
Sanctuary to abomination.

Words of wonder
Palace for forgotten entities
Creatures and deities
Life without hierarchy
All forgot, all for naught

There exists a small world
Twisted and torn
A where life thrives
A perfect imperfection
Welcome to heaven's hell.


Spin and Leather-bound
The minds of men
A collective consciousness
The awakening of the Celestine
Raining fire and brimstone
Words, phrases, strengthened manipulation
The sicken wisdom of manner
Dying like a polluted tree
Open the eyes of man
The islands which we live
Breathing the breath of man
Adopt adaptation
Wither the withering height
Embrace eternity
Walk face first into the light
Darkness blooms like leaves
Swallow the pride
Lay down, roll over, beg
It is a dogs life after all.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Loneliness of a Blooming Flower

"It is from the dark, the empty, that we must reach out to ensure we grab a hold of something. Id we never reach out then there is no hope of catching something and the empty darkness will rest like a crown on top of a king." - Authors Note 54

Somewhere under this veil, Hidden in a void
There is a flower
Above the sky is cold
Here, never witnessed, never tainted
Pure to her roots
It blooms in this Sanctuary.

Avoiding the empty world
Avoiding lovers warmth
Avoiding the torments;
Still as stone.

She sits alone
In slumber before bloom
Watches the word spin,
Spin eternal as a top;
Like a sword in a stone
She rest atop her blooming throne
Imaginary kingdom of Strange.

It is from her void
Avoidance of thoughtful passion,
Empty as a glass awaiting filling
That this veil of stolen elegance
The aegis like parental guidance.