Your misery

So we drifted in perfect reverie,
living lies never meant to be.
Washed ashore by cruel epiphany,
I was misery
and you were company.

There in the kingdom of the blasphemes,
We built a castle from broken dreams
and here we reigned supreme.
I was king
and you were my queen,
of emptiness where our hearts should have been.

And we raised a toast to our house of cards
drank blood and wine of grapes of wrath.
Heady,we watched our lives fall apart,
wings denied even before a start.
Drunk on hate
so did we part.

So here again in my reverie,
along the jagged shores of memory,
time and tide broken by an epiphany,
I wear the crown of infamy.
For I am your misery
and you remain company.

so who's laughing now?

Did you hold your head up high as you walked away? Did you laugh when you burned our bridges? Was it so easy? Are the ghosts that haunt you silent now? Did your wounds heal? Did the pain fade away? Could you forget? Is this what you wanted? Can you hate me now? Will you be happy?

I couldn't.I didn't.It wasn't.They aren't.They haven't.It didn't.I couldn't.It's not.I can't.I won't.

So who's laughing now,now that the joke is on US?

Dog eat dog !!!

Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? I think that in our secret hearts, in the very core of it, we understand that the people we love the most wield the same power, the power to hurt us, and so it becomes imperative that we destroy them before they do us. A defense mechanism, so to speak. The animal instinct to survive, because (let’s face it), take away the three-piece suit, the fancy house, car, social boundaries and what do you have? We are animals, no disguise can ever hide that…..and the only reason we’ve come so far is because we are the most dangerous motherfuckers to ever inhabit this planet. We do what it takes to survive…… born killers…..all of us.

SECRET SIGHS

A dying sun bleeds into an autumn sky,
The darkness soon follows nigh.
And somewhere beneath close-by,
Under the star-crossed autumn sky,
By a field of golden rye,
The shroud of silence stifles a sigh.

On a bed of thorns, do they lie
Here a widow and her lover try
To wipe each other’s tears dry,
And to love each other in the sly.

To love each other in the sly,
A widow and her lover must try.
Whispers he to her "Dear, you mustn’t cry!"
"My love for you will never die."
But by the light of an intruding fire-fly,
She spies a tear roll down his eye.
Outside a soft breeze kisses the rye,
Inside the silence stifles a sigh.

Try as she will, she cannot deny,
Hidden within her bosom is a lie.
Promises of love, oh how they fly,
Like birds in winter, towards a warmer sky.
So as this cold night passes by,
From East a little light has begun to pry,
On their dying love in the sly.

And here under an early sky,
Amidst a field of sleeping rye
Slowly he rises, from where they did lie.
Looks away and says "good-bye"
For once bitten, twice shy,
Giveth a lover a lying eye.
Outside a soft breeze stirs the rye,
Inside the silence stifles a sigh.

the haunting..

...and then there are memories ... echoes of whispers, almost silent as the colors of a faded picture and yet they haunt us, undeniably.And we lay in their bosom as they sing forgotten lullabies not realizing what you thought was the embrace of a long lost friend is the cold grasp of the tentacles of reality.
There is no such thing as a "happy memory" is there?? For what is memory if not the death of time?Your first step,the 5th time you saw rain fall,the 52nd time you scraped your knees,that first kiss,that bright winter night,the old woman at the window with the sad eyes,the 23rd of a particular month...all gone,snatched away the very moment it came to be ....like a still born baby.....beautiful but never there again.Each memory we have is but a burden,a shadow of what was,our foolhardy will to outlive the enevitable,to make sense of this malady....and like drowning men we clutch at the straws of memory ...while memory drags us down deeper...and deeper....

To the Girl with a broken smile....

..And if there was such a word,a word to say it all....a word to breathe life into these dead letters,to bleed out the hurt inside of you,to tell you how sorry i am,to make you understand that i tried my best,to tell you that i loved you once,that letting go of you doesn't come easy,that you are and will always be,a part of me.........if only there was such a word..

Metamorphisis

Broken smiles painted ,
On faces tainted,
by ebon fears and crystal tears,
borne with malice of a curse.
In pain resurrected,
Colored jaded,
Dreams faded.
Bled of our own,
In darkness sown,
hope forlorn,
Under starless nights we've grown,
Eclipsed by shadows of gods of stone (alone we moan).
Calloused heart,unflinching guard,
Words on a placard,
Distort the songs of a bard.
Verses of Faith, tunes surrogate,
choices made ... Sing or suffocate.
lips dry,tounges lie,
glorify
a heaven too high
No catcher ,just withering Rye
and an end never nigh (alone we cry)