I find myself In the sea of sand Lands of midnight, living in like it was noon Owl and fox beside me Their protection is mutual We live, that is our understanding The eternal quest that is living to be and be living And we move intent We move to see, taste and hear To smell and touch, sense and comprehend A shadow we seek The only one that can there be In this desolate immensity, The Silence is absolute, I look down, what we seek is mine Midnight now, the event runs, bursts to novas A voice. “Now” Athena summoned in the sky, open winged, blessed vigilance Kitsune, her assurance of light, fire atop of her nine appendages I dive now I go, to find ~~~ I find myself In a jungle of concrete Lands of the future, living in like it was yesterday Wits and knowledge beside me And I hold to them with my dear life We survive, that is our understanding The conniving harshness of the moment, kill or be killed And I run frantically For dear life, for another moment Instinct and
An old demon I find myself approaching
Bringing forth my will to be thought
To what meaning this unpleasant challenge
Life champions towards me
‘Pan, is this your doing?
To be running round
And watch the brightest of stars fade
To find looking in faces with dreamless eyes
No fire in their harts
Wearing masks of utter horrid falseness
Seemingly walking around with a ball and chain
Yet there is really nothing linked to the legs that mutes their step’
‘You insult me with you shortsightedness
That you cannot interpret what is happening around you.
But nevertheless I will show you
When the clouds take shape in the
The burning tree demanding forth:
Skin the kings
As the spiral of roaches
Awaken the teeth of steel
Thy Holy Child
My kin together
Festive consummation
Of space and time
Joyous is thy event
One spark commences
The ascension and transfiguration
Of one pure soul that
Seeks in the mind
To open the eye
And see all of the sides of the moon
Darkness enlightened
Perfect is the moment
Worries set at sail
Nothing to matter when dissolved
And like Alice though the looking glass
A new place anew to us forth
As blessed with knowledge
Is bestowed upon the wake
Of a novel sense
One time a distant eon
Of different wonder and dreams
The Iced Eternal Prisoner King
For he lives on to what he believes
He will be larger and outlive life
Prisoner he has been cast
Unfortunate to be entrapped guilty
As the right person in the wrong time
A life time of stillness has been issued
For if he moves, breaths, or thinks it becomes his end
The Queen of Fears on the Edge of Madness
Guards on
Hellish arachnid of a thousand legs
Tipped with fangs wide open, each with an eye for a tongue
Surround Him
And the treachery ensues
As the finest of silks he is webbed in
Woven down deep into his heart
As the next beat is the last
In a synaps
Clipped wings
Scattered and broken
Obvious epitaph
Beauty is Death’s sin
Thus it dies unexpectedly
Sudden – are candle flames hushed
Almost fortuitous disappointing disappearance
And all the worst when brighter is the light
The more thy joyous moment is, and such
More fleeting and sharper sorrow is heartfelt upon ourselves
Unforeseen damnation
As for us time is relevant
For a spec of time, like dust, is minute, to us;
But infinitely unending for deities
Of higher senses they possess
And thy sense gives reason
That what is taken from us is love born from death
Is what makes us live on
The eternal switch of universal heavens t
Want of love, Need of living by 13th-Victim, literature
Literature
Want of love, Need of living
Hello love
It’s me again but nevermore from here on
I have one last thing to ask you
My dear, angel of understanding and all that is good
Forgive me; turns out that I am that will pull the trigger on this one
I do need to beg and plead you; don’t let your starry sky eyes rain
Understand that this is the last time you will help me
For my time to move on has come to an end
And my love I’m leaving you behind
And so I present you my last conundrum
You gave me joys that I never thought of satisfying
You are the dawning to my night
You bless me with your own being, trustworthy companion
And that is the truest form of loving you
Time has slowed
Knocking on the door
It’s urgent
The success of the cause
Has never been of such paramount importance.
Time to be resuscitated
On razors' edge
Numb and weightless, feather-like
I’ve abused my talents this time
I’m learning so much in this suspension of time.
My love, this is incredible
Wait, where are you?
I’m drifting
Betrayed by my own ambitions
Instilled by ghosts that have long gone
I am the all and the infinite
I am the nothingness and the void
Life flashes away
I don’t want to admit
I just became a loss to my dearests
No, I will never know death
I am denial personified
I am bigger th
Gone to a local bar
My friends I find
Pitchers of venomous snake bites
The British culture blessing
Makes it come with low price tags
People of all colours
The bi-weekly alien convention,
And inconsequently ironically
I to them
Utmost mixed motley crew, of every spiralling ambiguity
Joining the table
Texas Poker with no cards
But all want to get some.
Quite presently I fold
And ask for the spice
They know what I ask for
But none have to sell
As it is hard to come by
And it is for good reason they are gathered
To forget about it
To the keeper I ask for 21 years old's
Hoping that it will
Add that much to my age overnight
And get to find
Into the Big White
Ever falling in eternal suspension
Of everything that should, would, and could be
The embodiment of the primal rule
‘To Consider Everything’
Ever changing fabric of existence
Visualized marvel, but alas, misinterpreted
Is this not for us, and yet it is in us;
A Dead Sea Scroll of our meaning
To our nature blissfully are illiterate
We are the universe in the universe
The perpetually colliding of space
Symbiotically interacting and entering one another
Ethereal auras of life meet
And layer by layer, rose petals striped down
Slowly we discover each other till cores strike together
Creating life
Nothing is a bles
Dearest
I cannot love you
And it tears me apart.
I’m not looking for endings or new beginnings,
I’m surviving and living on a timeline which has neither.
Please don’t cry, the expression is harsh, but it insults me.
This is no bodies fault, never was, nor will be.
I cannot love you,
I have not tamed myself.
How am I to spend time with you if I never actually sought myself?
Don’t you feel that sin was taken out of context for the sake of simplicity?
To any action derived from instinct and in turn amplified by intelligence and fantasy,
Why is it meant to be abolished and labelled as sinful?
‘I cannot love you
I find myself In the sea of sand Lands of midnight, living in like it was noon Owl and fox beside me Their protection is mutual We live, that is our understanding The eternal quest that is living to be and be living And we move intent We move to see, taste and hear To smell and touch, sense and comprehend A shadow we seek The only one that can there be In this desolate immensity, The Silence is absolute, I look down, what we seek is mine Midnight now, the event runs, bursts to novas A voice. “Now” Athena summoned in the sky, open winged, blessed vigilance Kitsune, her assurance of light, fire atop of her nine appendages I dive now I go, to find ~~~ I find myself In a jungle of concrete Lands of the future, living in like it was yesterday Wits and knowledge beside me And I hold to them with my dear life We survive, that is our understanding The conniving harshness of the moment, kill or be killed And I run frantically For dear life, for another moment Instinct and
An old demon I find myself approaching
Bringing forth my will to be thought
To what meaning this unpleasant challenge
Life champions towards me
‘Pan, is this your doing?
To be running round
And watch the brightest of stars fade
To find looking in faces with dreamless eyes
No fire in their harts
Wearing masks of utter horrid falseness
Seemingly walking around with a ball and chain
Yet there is really nothing linked to the legs that mutes their step’
‘You insult me with you shortsightedness
That you cannot interpret what is happening around you.
But nevertheless I will show you
When the clouds take shape in the
The burning tree demanding forth:
Skin the kings
As the spiral of roaches
Awaken the teeth of steel
Thy Holy Child
My kin together
Festive consummation
Of space and time
Joyous is thy event
One spark commences
The ascension and transfiguration
Of one pure soul that
Seeks in the mind
To open the eye
And see all of the sides of the moon
Darkness enlightened
Perfect is the moment
Worries set at sail
Nothing to matter when dissolved
And like Alice though the looking glass
A new place anew to us forth
As blessed with knowledge
Is bestowed upon the wake
Of a novel sense
One time a distant eon
Of different wonder and dreams
The Iced Eternal Prisoner King
For he lives on to what he believes
He will be larger and outlive life
Prisoner he has been cast
Unfortunate to be entrapped guilty
As the right person in the wrong time
A life time of stillness has been issued
For if he moves, breaths, or thinks it becomes his end
The Queen of Fears on the Edge of Madness
Guards on
Hellish arachnid of a thousand legs
Tipped with fangs wide open, each with an eye for a tongue
Surround Him
And the treachery ensues
As the finest of silks he is webbed in
Woven down deep into his heart
As the next beat is the last
In a synaps
Clipped wings
Scattered and broken
Obvious epitaph
Beauty is Death’s sin
Thus it dies unexpectedly
Sudden – are candle flames hushed
Almost fortuitous disappointing disappearance
And all the worst when brighter is the light
The more thy joyous moment is, and such
More fleeting and sharper sorrow is heartfelt upon ourselves
Unforeseen damnation
As for us time is relevant
For a spec of time, like dust, is minute, to us;
But infinitely unending for deities
Of higher senses they possess
And thy sense gives reason
That what is taken from us is love born from death
Is what makes us live on
The eternal switch of universal heavens t
Want of love, Need of living by 13th-Victim, literature
Literature
Want of love, Need of living
Hello love
It’s me again but nevermore from here on
I have one last thing to ask you
My dear, angel of understanding and all that is good
Forgive me; turns out that I am that will pull the trigger on this one
I do need to beg and plead you; don’t let your starry sky eyes rain
Understand that this is the last time you will help me
For my time to move on has come to an end
And my love I’m leaving you behind
And so I present you my last conundrum
You gave me joys that I never thought of satisfying
You are the dawning to my night
You bless me with your own being, trustworthy companion
And that is the truest form of loving you
Time has slowed
Knocking on the door
It’s urgent
The success of the cause
Has never been of such paramount importance.
Time to be resuscitated
On razors' edge
Numb and weightless, feather-like
I’ve abused my talents this time
I’m learning so much in this suspension of time.
My love, this is incredible
Wait, where are you?
I’m drifting
Betrayed by my own ambitions
Instilled by ghosts that have long gone
I am the all and the infinite
I am the nothingness and the void
Life flashes away
I don’t want to admit
I just became a loss to my dearests
No, I will never know death
I am denial personified
I am bigger th
Gone to a local bar
My friends I find
Pitchers of venomous snake bites
The British culture blessing
Makes it come with low price tags
People of all colours
The bi-weekly alien convention,
And inconsequently ironically
I to them
Utmost mixed motley crew, of every spiralling ambiguity
Joining the table
Texas Poker with no cards
But all want to get some.
Quite presently I fold
And ask for the spice
They know what I ask for
But none have to sell
As it is hard to come by
And it is for good reason they are gathered
To forget about it
To the keeper I ask for 21 years old's
Hoping that it will
Add that much to my age overnight
And get to find
Into the Big White
Ever falling in eternal suspension
Of everything that should, would, and could be
The embodiment of the primal rule
‘To Consider Everything’
Ever changing fabric of existence
Visualized marvel, but alas, misinterpreted
Is this not for us, and yet it is in us;
A Dead Sea Scroll of our meaning
To our nature blissfully are illiterate
We are the universe in the universe
The perpetually colliding of space
Symbiotically interacting and entering one another
Ethereal auras of life meet
And layer by layer, rose petals striped down
Slowly we discover each other till cores strike together
Creating life
Nothing is a bles
Dearest
I cannot love you
And it tears me apart.
I’m not looking for endings or new beginnings,
I’m surviving and living on a timeline which has neither.
Please don’t cry, the expression is harsh, but it insults me.
This is no bodies fault, never was, nor will be.
I cannot love you,
I have not tamed myself.
How am I to spend time with you if I never actually sought myself?
Don’t you feel that sin was taken out of context for the sake of simplicity?
To any action derived from instinct and in turn amplified by intelligence and fantasy,
Why is it meant to be abolished and labelled as sinful?
‘I cannot love you
I mostly write poems every now and then. It really depends on the experiences and moods currently undergoing. I do invite you to read some of my works, and please don't be afraid to ask for the meaning or give out constructive criticism. This is something that I enjoy doing and I intend to make it grow to more than just a hobby
Favourite Visual Artist
Keith Thompson, J.Scott Campbell and lokmanlam
Favourite Movies
Pulp Fiction, Inception, Forest Gump, and loads of others
Favourite TV Shows
Braking Bad and MD House
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Muse and all classic rock bands