Mourning

Bloated on the words we wont tell
but we dont know how the feelings spell
i seemed to have gone down this road before
but this time i just cant take anymore

Sing to me! Sing your lovely lulaby
Train my eyes to learn to say goodbye

We get this feeling from time to time
on account of the memories gone by
and the filters to make us all rhyme
but somethings and no one can deny

Sing to me! Sing your lovely lulaby
Train my eyes to learn to say goodbye

I just feel so numb to the world so dumb
can i take a look around before i start to drown
I keep singing with my eye closed

Life and death are eternal in cosmos
thus i gift you a spiritless rose
to illustrate that our affection arose
as decay in mortis makes life engross.

May that rose sustain life and wither
side by side, adding to our growing endurance
in these lofty cages with no gate keeper
i will adore shadowing your essences semblance

devoided

why must we part ways
when the feeling resides,stays
i acknowledge we're both meant to grow
but time flies by, and it also flows slow

Fehkaktas

A foul smell permeates, it stinks of sorrow and death
all vacate this insurgent area to flee from the mist
the surrounding greenery presents itself in grey
as if time is frozen, no droplets fall no birds chirp.

This scene completely unfolds as I walk by...
all man made structures, as if melting, adopt a
goldish-brown color...
and then i see it....i dont know why but it is IT.

 A pillory, 4m high painted in dark crimson
marked with engravings to which the eye cannot perceive
at its top a seemingly grand bird cage lies
big enough to fit 2 or 3 people easily
this cage is colored from the emptiest and darkest
black there is, a block hole look alike so to speak.

As i draw closer and upon further inspection
its is clearly visible dat the cage remains
nonchalantly open and a bird by the same color as
the cage there remains.

Sensing the skulking in a instinct like move
it turns its head to face me revealing 2 very large
bulging fiery red eyes
it is at this moment that i realize, that this fog,
these buildings, this grass, this cage are all
my creation and i am the bird...
as ive ventured out but
relentlessly came back to my opened door prison

U can not free what was never shackled

yokai ilusions

with some keystrokes---
 closed heart holes.
amidst ignorance and viral vanity,
droplets of warm blood supposedly
circulate in these dormant souls ---

why do u keep - muddling - my senses
this -constant -binding- choke- hold
doesn't let our essences feel whole
making me irrational- at no expenses-

is this -a fleeting 3D - illusion?
in my head - just a protrusion?

i am a trough bearer of nonsense - for in this world,- reality-
 is not what you perceive with your five senses,
its what your allowed to perceive from others.

not, give and receive?
but let give and may you yet receive?

Haradatashī kitsune

Relentless your fear wove a cloaked timeline...
in which your features infatuate me wholeheartedly
a freak on a leash, drawn by smell so otherworldly;
yet kept at bay, successive tug and pull but on my lane
the rope wont break, no alter meaning no fate
this semblance is not up for debate
my pain and love will no abate

Ill be the the ying to your yang
the oxygen to each lung
the bass in ur life's rhythm
i just need u to solve my head's algorithm

Words

Once its spoken and after its heard
Once its typed and after its red
they seem harmless as wind
but can leave a ruckus in the mind.

Though it might seem obvious we all regret them,
think of any place in time, before paper and pen
what i spoke will be misunderstood
the remorse wont be withstood.

we are afraid, coward and resentful, regretful to move forward
ask not forgiveness, practice it don't let others feel that sword
the aging face, tear drop, hollow scream, chilly back prick
are markers of how they make us feel, assembled in brick;

Bring the down the all! Let the actions speak louder!