A Play within A Play

I, another spectating spore

Amid this sea of applauding roar

For the grand curtain has drawn

That mythical world flashed gone

How I wish to my reality, it progress

Sick of this perpetual forced egress

Like a droplet on a seawave's crest

The ocean summon, their play I belong

Born and bound to sing their song

But mind, my own, that world i longed

While I dread... while I dread

A trace of reason struck my head

O Man O Man! How did I not see,

That world cannot live without the sea

O Man O Man! How did I not see,

It has become a part of me

And all that we do or did

Is but a play within a play 

   for a play within a play

inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's A Dream within a Dream structure, written with a realist twist. 

The Dead Don't Give A Fuck

Spectral remnant ashes
Weightless deemed the wind
Traveling on etheral breeze
Scattered beyond the elusive summit

Spectral deeply engraved footprints
Crimson stains laid on the earth
Cleansed with the halcyon waves
Buried by the perpetual landscaping

Stygian dreams of the lost
Whispers relayed through descendants
Indoctrinated in subconscious
Beating hearts struggles to true silent beats

a haunting chose by the living
spectral's baggage, they carry
... the dead have no opinion

P A R A N O I A

When silence creeps
into the senses
Comes the violent
waves of desolation

The vociferous
slightest rustle
& the crescending
throbs of your heart

Shadows begins to
animate peculiar
Slithering to where
the moonlight climbs
Roaming in the noir

The mind begins to wander
feeding on terror
Your familiar silhouette
becomes inimical
Its will against yours
Sheltered in the dark
Scheming in the gloom
A trivial crackle
in the silence
The terror to think
it might be
The legion of shadows
is in motion
to bring harm unto you

Voices in your head shouts
ESCAPE, Just your Imagination, 
Run, Don't be afraid
MURDER, PRAY...

A sudden firm grapple
on your heart, tenacious
You struggle for air
Gasping for life
The mind vision death
 P A R A N O I A

Many Me Myself and I

the little control

we claim total dominion

Whom is speaking now?

for even the voices 

within, in my head

denies mine command

when one ask for solace

some delivers terror

when one hope for an answer

the others utters nonsense

what is I?

when many self resides

inside what makes I

many Me, Myself, I

In this crowded recluse

am "I" still justified?

am "I" still sane?

when every I that 

lives inside are wise

Or is it what makes I

is when every I

compromise to drive 

safely to satisfy

others life, their eyes

"you are not being yourself"

How do they know?

No, They don't

They just want you to be

whom they want you to be

I don't believe in mental illness, what others deemed to be mental issue are their disgusting justification of social discrimination

A Goddess tale

Celebrated for her elegance
Worshipped as tho' Juventas
but clueless were her adorers
her life she lament
alive with expectation

There were nights her demon rise
When she does her habitual mirror check
And pride possesses the fluorescent light
the cruel piercing rays daggers on her guise
revealing the collasping masquerade
the wretched lines, languishing veneer
youth bleeding from the silent wound of time

Sculpture of a Goddess, she lays cold and still
Enclosed in this glossy pink coated pine box
with a looking glass for her adorers' eye
like a photoframe, close-up portray of her face
Classic sleeping beauty, her resting eyes, dreamy smile
Hair parted to the right...
to cloak the wound from yester night

The mother, her child, the enlightened the observer

We're all smart, success is destined for us
the earth is round for someone discovered
We're all winners, you didn't lose my Dear,
you've tried, claim the medal
We're all precious and no one is dirt
but You're special a Diamond, the others are agates
We're all children of God, we love, care and share
War is honorable, we fight the Devils

Have faith,
my blood, pure soul
my child
for life is mirthful

I'm a fool, boasting the common
I've lost the meaning of won
I'm a dime in dozen, too many of us
I'm just another clueless tenant
Come and go in silence
taking nothing with me
leaving excrements for another...
another clueless tenant

The earth spun for eons
We are a moment, a fraction
Random transient
Have faith,
For death is true and honest
His gift for us
unconsciousness

Zopiclone Experimental Dose

The song i knew, lyrics I'd memorised

I sang for least a thousand times

Why now it utters a new sound?

Alien language hidden til now...weird

but as if 'tis a language I've learned before

The words, message conveyed, I understood it all 

Must be... God just spoke to me... 

Maybe I'm your prophet of twentieth century

God told me the bible is written wrong

All but lies the fallen told

but since ignorance is cool, he said

paradise remains open for fools

And this lingering bitter metallic taste 

Must be.. Jesus's blood...

It seems I've teleported to a restaurant

been here before, familiar rustic decor

ceiling fan spinning slackly... wobble

wobble... wobble... wobble... hobble...

Myself alone, at this table for four

Strange smiling faces glancing at me

Admiring their prophet, perhaps. 

Chicken Chop and Cola magically appeared

Everything taste bland, taste like metal... must be...

The sick lingering aftertaste of Jesus's blood

It seems I've teleported back to my home

Wholly exhausted tho' little i did today

Must be.. The toll for hearing God's word  

My soft fluffy bed worded "lay on me"

Must be... God telling me to sleep