Union

A lonely vagabond was I,
Lost in life’s intricacies.
When woken up was I,
From this epoch dreary.

The earth was in full unsheathe,
Like a lonely apsara in dance,
Beckoning her lover to bequeath,
But even a glance.

And what an anwer there was!
Their bodies did entwine,
Their love fell, and twas’
The shower of their liquid sunshine.

The creatures of this earth and sky,
Rejoiced in the magic.
In the madness of the loving high,
Creating joy from even the tragic!

The armies of the empyrean,
The dark and mighty legions,
Did parade till the azure ocean,
Announcing their master’s adulant union.

The wind came out of hiding,
And shreiked with jealous might,
Seeing its flame consorting,
With a lover who did affright.

The flora below bended in the gale,
In the flood from above.
Oblivious to their condition frail,
Enchanted by the enamouring love.

And the lovers did glow from within,
Ablaze in their appetance.
Their bewitching dance silently creating,
A fresh layer of nature’s extravagance.

In this waking luminescence,
I was morphed into a being new.
My eyes now look at this firmament,
But see Elysium anew.

Water, water everywhere.

I weep for that which was,
Was destroyed by my own hand,
Regret does sink in me its claws,
Now at this life's stand.

Cannot I be forgiven,
Or given a start anew?
For with thee I will fight the raven,
With all might and sinew.

Another chance, if you might so bear,
Will not disappoint I think,
For there's water, water everywhere,
But you're my drop to drink.

Apocalypse

I stood on the edge of the precipice,
Wind ruffling through my haggard face,
A chill eating into my bones.
My rags barely holding on,
From falling into the abyss.

The angered multitude pushes me on,
Into the eternal onyx chasm.
Their pitchforks and rakes evilly gleam,
In the light of the treacherous embers.

I stand on a knife's edge,
On my fore, destiny darker than black.
Following me, the sky itself sanguinary.
A fateful choice must be made,
For even purgatory does not desire me.

A tempest roars its unearthly arrival,
And brings forth the cleansing rain.
A torrent of unimaginable suffering,
Brought from inside me,
By the guilt bubbling out.

The world explodes into white,
And my mind reels back in time.
Back to the nights of creation,
When I acted like God,
On the devil's bidding.

Deeds unfathomable by mortal man done,
I performed sins unimaginable,
With the purity of sanct rituals.
A scar of black was left,
On the white purity of man.

Deeds horrifying were performed,
Under the cover of the devil's hands.
My mind clouded by his seduction,
An uncontrollable monster did I become,
Lacerating those in my heart.

But instead of decimation, another arose.
A monster worse than myself,
Grew up from within my emptied heart.
Instead of extermination,
Genesis took place of another hellion.

Repentance then coursed through my veins,
And for that by the Apollyon I was discarded.
Disfigured into an empty shell,
All faculties taken from me,
Facing the incinerating wrath of man.

I chose to curse myself forever,
Away from that which I had decayed,
But vengenance was sought by man, swayed by Lucifer.
Chasing me to this final crossroads,
Destiny itself seemed to be laughing at me.

But the laughter was not for me,
For fate and Diabolus were caballers,
And they laughed maniacally at us,
While the wisps of cataclysm began.
The beginning of the end.
The end of all.

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Wisdom from a little girl

Words of wisdom from a little girl:

u knw ppl like u n me
feel
like if they get happy
whole world will try n snatch it away frm them
n ders a certain feeling dat if sumthinsg happy ders certainly sumthin wrong
it won last long
n ur not meant fr it
its all in d mind
u jsut need to fight ur own self
n talk n talk n talk a lot
evn when most of it si usless
:-/
u think ur doomed to be sad
Well, I think this is just that I don't get angry a lot, and don't take out my frustration, so after some time It all comes out..
yes
ppl who flush it out regularly
No, that took it all out. I'm not really a violent guy you know.
r more ha[py
this is like the toxin
Yeah. Even you bottle it up na?
which body needs to excrete
once it starts depositing
it causes harm
yup
because i am not used to shouting
n telling
when i feel bad abt things
so it piles up
You do occasionaly become sad.
but that doesn letme get rid of it entirely
becoming sad means its still hurting u
either u hv to be completely indifferent to things
to d extent dat whteva
happens urnt bothered
or learn to deal wd it
one way is challenging urself
set small targets fr urself
i cannot believe i am actually giving u advice
(moment of eternal joy)
evn tho ders nothing like ne joy i feel
bt i still make myself blv dat der is
in small n stupid things like dese
dats hw it works
i think u should bttr go sleep
2mrrw will be beautiful

Thank you, little girl.
You make me, and are special :).

Conclusion

In a desert,
Reliving the past,
The world rolled by,
With it's variety vast.

The silence played in my ears,
A game with my thoughts.
Lost in their romp,
I became my ghost.

One with inhuman power,
I flowed through time and space.
Seeing my life flash before me,
Myself, I could finally face!

The product of a life,
Lived hard and wrongly made.
One which burned through,
Making my soul fade.

Making me a lost cause,
Forced solitude burdened me,
Leaving me astray in the desert,
Forever free.

A fork came to sight,
Like the many faced before.
But void of all feeling,
I became destiny's whore.

Doom moved my limbs
Into the path of the haze,
Into the haze of the purposeless.

Bodies moved there,
Gazing into nothing.
A movement so haunted.
They pulled me in their medley.

Sight blinded,
Legs unmoving,
I became one with the shapes.
One of their many soldiers,
With nothing to gaze,
But my mind revelled in the peace,
The finality of my eternal chase.

Random Musings

Only for you, my love:

The essence of our souls lies in its emptiness.
We go out on long journeys just to find the meaning in our lives.
Sitting in our own world we go on journeys, almost always failing, but slowly learning.
Maybe one day we will find the the one key to ourselves.
The plug to our emptiness. Our filing. Our spiritual other half.
The magic in our lives, will then be complete and we will create our masterpiece.
But maybe sometimes, death, the destroyer of all will consume us before it.
And we will be left incomplete with our souls thirsting for the attainment of our destiny.
Again and again, we wait for our masterpiece to get ready. To be ready to make it.
For the right chance.Again in a cycle, eternally trapped.Until ragnarok.