"IT"

It is closed but not asleep
Living life in too deep
Through the mind it slips to the other side
It seems closed but the mind is open wide

Insanity right in front of you
Agony trailing behind holding your dues
If you know Jekyll then you know who is Hyde
Trick or treat it’s not Halloween

By its own share of demons
Held down in the depths of darkness… Look at it!
Through it s eye of the mind and Ride it… feel it…!
Ride its mind but hold on to the open grind

It seems again so “Picture perfect” it’s all a lie!!
Don’t ever fight just spread your wings and fly
For through its mind it slips to the other side
It may seem closed but its mind and will is open wide

Crimson Tempest

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Time does not seem to tire, sweeping like raging fire
I have crossed the deep mires, through that very fire
Crimson tempest that was a tide to late
A dark past indeed built on deeds so dire

To be lost, bounded then caged and left to bleed
Breaking shackles, my flight was with twisting speed
To be found, then free, finally I could see
To rage, to love anger and embrace hate with blazing need

I have fought, I have lost and paid all that it cost
Standing not on ground but on tides of crimson
I knew love but courted hate and all its fates
Delivered by a crimson tempest one tide too late

The Haunting

A song - click on the image the haunting to read

10 days in may

10 DAYS IN MAY


It was you I saw on that beautiful morning in May
As my heart was lost and astray
It was strange that our eyes met as our souls turned away
For every day for 10 days in May

From the line of what I penned, my thoughts you saw
And gave me a look that was plain and raw
I let it pass and we went on our separate ways
Still pondering about those 10 days in May

It was September when we let our paths cross again
But time was the enemy for the meet was in vain
Again we stumbled our intentions and let it stray
Trying to capture the secret of the 10 days in May

Taking us through shadows, confusion and beyond doubt
As to answers to the onslaught we searched and sought
Further into oblivion we followed in dismay
Ah those cursed 10 days in May

Now as reality unfolds and beckons with all that’s true
It is about time we knew all that was due
Though foolish of our hearts young as morning dew
The10 days in May was worth the pursue

2.15 a.m

It is 2.15AM... and here I am salvaging whats left of me

Carry on I will for tomorrow is yet to be seen
For at this very moment, my past, present and future
Is in shambles and nowhere to be seen, though I look
Yes, the voices in my head, my long lost friends
The killer, the lover, the genius and that god damn cook
All of them not forgetting the devil hidden in a nook
and that lazy angel napping by that brook
Why this moment, why this time and rhyme
It will be the same at 3AM all will be fine
Just tell me where to draw my sidious lines
As I watch kings become beggars at the toss of a dime