Pearl

...words are idle translations to our feelings which cannot be explained by simple structured sentences that we use to form our lives through daily communication forms, and the hazardous use of multiple characters of an expression pulverizes the true meaning of an emotion which we can also refer to as the pearl in the oyster, and it is known that once the infrastructure is damaged, the true value of the pearl perishes and the thing left behind is a simple dust that we can refer to as memories, an extremely common substance in the human brain that is highly related to the learning process of the brain, called experience, that is gained through living through a series of events that are correlate at times which result with the genuine human experience called surprise...

Burden

I conceive a burden bigger than my capabilities...
It has been growing in me faster than any child
Yet it has been taking it forever to come out..

Words stuck to my tongue, images stuck to my head..
I don't feel right, I know I never will, but I try..
By you, I will try to smile..
But the happiness of having you by my side is incomplete;
It still needs the accompaniment of "forever"...

I am bound to believe that the better days will come
But the future is laid in front of me like a hopeless battlefield..
My desperate efforts to avoid it are futile series of embarrassment..

I will continue to fail, will never give up, but will always want to..
I know that I will never claim the trophy that will never be mine..
I will always carry this burden by my side...

Please, Anemone.. Dream of Eternity!

After the perfection subsided, our motivation collapsed..
We were one, felt like one, but sparkles rained upon us
Stars collided in multi-universal patterns and the fourth dimension expanded..
A notion of mechanism of existing substantial values explained themselves
They were no better than a naff that scaffolded our phenomena..

Sticking to the relays of battering gouge within our anatomy
We never learn from the lessons of the past that left us crippled
Bloating peripherals misshape the curfew of neglect
But a pointer might shadow our tormenting correspondence to a rat in a maze..
We don't have an exit.. Just a mere smell of cheese.. And death..

Poison the lovely bearing of life in the rotten shelves of this mansion
Soak the energy with the one thing that loads it with meaning
A perfect blindfold for the senses, a bondage that doesn't give pleasure anymore
Whips of lashes picking on the last verbal affair left in our palms
The sweat of mystery sweeping clean the remnants of a torture...

Burning sensation in the voice of a raconteur
Whispering our past to the tabooed ears shut behind emotive responses
The lives of others that our tongues longed for thousands of days
Closure of emptiness brought darkness on the thought process
Manifold of a prayer jammed our mouth shut
The last breath of happiness escaped through a cough
Involuntary business with the manipulator
We are a cascade of emotions.. A close end to the outburst..

An arrival stabbed the kingdom in the middle... We fell...

Songs from a Wordless Mouth

Visualize, and live the morning lights
Now sleep is your enemy
Sleep will take you on a journey
A journey opposite to that of reality

Plead to be honored by a sight
Greater than any you've seen
Abide by the taboos of the world
Feel the hopelessness inside

Flow through the cascades of dismay
Learn the limits the hard way
Expect a better life
One that you will never reach

Touch the hot glass and burn your hand
Not to learn, but to shout out
Just because your desperation won't give the pinch
To break the silence of this night

A cloud will hide you now
To protect your face from tears
Wash it with purest waters of earth
And lay you down to rest

Don't close your eyes and don't stop
Cry forever and feed the clouds that served you
Let your hick-ups disseminate the fear inside
To all of your body..

Can you feel it now
What will you do?
It's taking all over your body now
It's destroying you..

Watch yourself from a third person view
Enjoy your moments as your rage towards life burns you up
And your tears soothe you

Watch as you dissipate in this knot...

She...

An old tingling sensation suffocates me from deep..
It reaches out beyond times, through the memories of past,
Through images of today, through the scent I imagine...

My eyes lower with a shroud of thoughts..
Sleep is now so far away, as my body surrenders to an old acquaintance..

You know that I will no longer breath, and tears will flow
Until I run dry from my eternal fasting...
Until I can no longer stand the pain..

That will be the day I will scream in vain with the last particles of air in my lungs...

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Mystical sounds prevail the truth in our embodiment of facts
The shadows of a long gone impact now haunting our dreams
Our darkest parts of existence slowly scratched on the surface
Digging deep as we wander around relentlessly...

No one will ever understand our pain.. Even we are clueless..
Now that there is no chance for a possible antidote, we salute the living..
No encores, merely some pain, but leaving the stage..
For no particular reason we can explain.. Just leaving..
Because the sounds call from deep within...

Our lives, a pragmatic dissonance in the labeled craving for eternity
Chunks of hysteria spread through the system like a disease..
We are bound to die, reasons do vary, but we are bound to end
And we can't question the reasons no matter how stupid they might sound...

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she is the flower that sings its lullaby in my darkness
she is the scent that blinds my vision of the future
she is the unexpected dream of beauty

...she...

...is my end...

... I surrender to the passion of the past...