Monday, September 22, 2008

The Freedom Vibe

I want to play
rushed the brown eyed girl in black
With a gleam in her eye
and a feather in her hat

Blissfully chattered
and playfully jibed
Near the ocean breeze
she gave the freedom vibe

Run around in circles today
We've lived a life of monotony
Run around in circles today
The vibe gives you authority

Walk on now
with a fresher air
The waves recede
and your shore now bare

Swim in the pool
of the newfound dawn
Your shackles now
will never be reborn

Run around in circles today
Run around in circles today

Musicmans Road

The sounds i hear, shatter and rumble
Yet an ease of smoothness and flow
The echoing sound tickles my mind
And pain in the uttered words i find

The melody of the notes
And the newly paved idea
The tranquil urge to break away

Unearthing all your thoughts
In the alchemy of your dreams
The diminished now sustains

My only light in dire times
The last song on the radio
The sugar now tastes sweet
My troubled mind now lets go

The climax makes my fingers twitch
The ice cream truck is nearer
The gleam in the young boys eye
The end so typified

Gallantry

Salutations and Congratulations
Revelations and insinuations
Rode the knight in his pearl white
Towards the valley of doom

Escapades and Serenades
Accolades and charades
The insignia of love fades on the way
Died did the orchids in bloom

Did i falter or did it fade
Was my message lost on the way
Did the mist soak my fervor
Wont she weep
Wont she even say

The second cannon launched
Towards our self demise
The target seems lost in the sky
Alone in paradise
Lost the battle twice

Bend

Their riveted innocence on clanking cobblestones
The smiling women with deep brown eyes
The bayside path at the eve of dusk
Lets walk hand in hand and entrust

Phrase by phrase the voice lies
A treat as the bourgoise smile
Uncouth jugglers play with fire
Circus folk cry in the summertime
What is meant to be?

The sunbeam through glass?
Only shivering under the drying leaves
Placid urns of distrust?
That burst into gallows of deceit
Siezure and proclivity of tears?
That levy the fund of demise
I was watching as the night slipped by
Bent by confusion
Burnt my ire

I looked at her copper locks that day
And the moonshine gleam in her eyes
She laughed and played and joyously cried
My words inept, my thoughts ary

It was meant to be.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Cocoon

Let me make you smile
I'll wipe your palette dry
Burning bright like a savanna flame
Leaves of toxins make you levitate
Its white all around
Even the sky houses a swirling blade
You're trapped in plumes of fire and ice
Cacophony with a whiff of melody
The aphrodisiac sound of an oriental chord
Its white all around

The kick of thunder pushes the cylinder
The revs of silence awaken the owls
Im travelling through the passage of dark
The passage is woven
Streetlights blur past my road
Its just the beam of craving that lights my way
Alas the jeweled palace shone bright
The cold night fades to a sleepy galley
Dim are the lights again
Its white all around

As i entered the emerald hallway
Vacant thrones called my name
The yellow parchment stares at me blankly
We're at a mellow place
Down south from divinity, we're edging nearer
To the sunrise of the newfound wake
As the blues play, we awaken
Its all blurred, its all a haze
Its white all around

The Rising Tide

Sun soaked flakes of glass
pristine emeralds receding away
frolick in the groves of nature
rummaging for that spec of gold
glee arrives with the helpless shoal

The light cries with fury
sinking in traps of beauty
washed away those who are bold
abhor the black waiting to arrive

Mindless games children crave
tripping on water and wine
aching deep inside
waiting for the rising tide
waiting for the rising tide

The Shallow End

Forgive my maladies for i have sinned
The feathered sniffle of betrayal
The gleaming edge of steel smiles
As nocturnal risings haunt the troubled mind
Emptiness prides itself
Thieves have stolen the wings of the raven
Clowns and monks roam the streets in disguise
Even the kleptomaniac reeks of satisfaction
And the poignant charade moves on

Opened books, valued more than speechless murals
The undercurrents at their hilt
Tasting the black blood of a charred soul
As nothing gold can stay
As i put back on my mask of fear
Slide into the whimsical cage
The chimes now hide the foregone love
And the poignant charade moves on

The Waking Hours

Sitting pensivley she gazes at the seed
Waiting for her flower of love to bloom
All alone as the winds give wings
The night is crowned bt the gemstone moon

To wait his while he dips his feather
Into the ink of tears he shed
A loner in shackles and a slumber called life
A time of silence in the wormhole he led

The waking hours and the glorious days
Over the bridge and under the veil
Sip the malt and light the coals
Enclose me in your timeless shoal

Lift me on your ship and fly
Draw me in your eyes and cry
Kiss me in your dreams and feel
This endless love that i cant heal

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Haystack

Proliferating diatribe in a literary nightmare
Still craving for relentless cacophony
Drowning the echoes of silence in blood
Running wild, circularly in disgust
Laying seeds of thought, waiting for the weed
Crying, screaming, grinning...bittersweet as shame

Wandering through doors of dreams, passages to nightmares
Leaving the games children play mindlessly
Choked by a vain ember, a line drawn indirectionally
Calm like a holocaust, mildly chilling, cleverly judging
Sinking in labyrinths of lust, rising cleverly as the autumn moon

As I tap my finger, the melody escapes, profusely setting free the soul
Stacked on coins, with a cherry on top...look
Look at her watching heartily as her portrait shatters
As she shows me the sky I see but an empty street
Don’t show me the way, I’ll reclusively reach my end
The darkness charges towards me, I throw pebbles to mock it
But she tells me the pain won't ever go away
Look to the other side, a ladder lies smiling, climb where u please
Cry, scream, grin...bittersweet as pain, lest be ashamed

Beating nauseatingly as I sway to hurl
Crowning the king of neverland, look at me fool
Don’t cry, just die, she said, it'll save you the pain

Cutoff from the end, then it'll never find you
Slip away, blind yourself, bias, shelve, dig deeper you fool
Doesn’t it feel strange though, lying immaculately, poised to enthrall
Enchanted by the shredding disturbance slithered under the beat
Wrap yourself around the chilling melody
Look down the cliff and throw the mandolin away before 'you' choose to perish
Doesn’t it feel hefty, so bury that thought under feathers

The flying birds approach, forming the V for vanquish
Vehemently venerating the vice
Alliterate progression, can you?

See, I can never explain, nor will you ever understand
Though your boundaries of thought transcend sensibility
Some things are better left unexplained
Don’t fret, don’t fume, she said, just die...it'll save you the pain....