Life's Daze

Take a bowl,
Mash me in it
You wanna watch me crawl
But my sky's clearing.

The butterfly has a schedule
Making waste of time look special
The dreadful devils in black suits
Are roaches of Evil's grassroots.

Attach your foot to the pavement
As you dive into the enslavement
You're engaged in the displacement
Of the fragrance of beauty and greatness.

My broken wing between the pages of a book
Written by pioneers of gobbledygook
With no windows to Truth, just lies of a crook
Who swiped the world from under our feet.

Save your money, give me change
If not you, then who will pay?
Your mind's sold in stock exchange
Estranged from your life's days.

King's Dream

You'll sit comfy on your throne and your slaves will all be clones
You'll allow them in your home, though they'll sleep and dream alone
And you'll throw a bone to some who will get the best shit done
Though they won't know where they're from or why they live in golden slums.
They'll eat crumbs like birds and ants, while the labour of their hands
Will feed you and all your friends while the clowns will sing and dance
And I'll stand behind a wall, brick by brick I'll make a hole
In your shitty palace wall - alone, I'll destroy your role.
I'll be guided by the crows that fly steady 'bove the clouds
And I'll rest while my soul grows, til the doors of your dream close
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call...

Dreams

Don't pursue fairy tales, follow your dreams!
The things you seem to need aren't as important as your reason to be!
I feel like everything is connected to me
We are all insane, I breath the same air that you breath
Yet I want to take your air and have it solely for me
Mastering duality and finding balance is key
Cuz I realise I'm also one with the illusion
Which is why I enthuse with confusion, like Blaga
And like a trilogy of light, I'll continue the saga
And when my time comes, I'll pass the torch
And place a candle on my front porch
As my soul is scorched
In the blessing heat
Of my ego dying at my feet.

Danger

We are proudly floating on Death's cloud
Clinging to Life's anvil
On the mystic ocean where the crowd
Is singing to a candle.

Prisoner of Words

I stand defiant behind my giant letters

Tall, I grasp the sky with all its matter

I pull its gown like a discontent child

Suffering of severe injustice passed off as mild

My heart throbs, cracking my ribs

As Death covers up its lips;

In deep panics I submerge

Independent of a grudge.

In these shallow depths of hell

Chimes a sorrowful black bell

Deafening to match the braille

On the fingerless prisoners' mail.

I exhale my last goodbye

Into fragile lullabies...

And so dull and still I cry

As I open to the skies.

The Eternal King

In these hopeless fogs of Grey

Lying pitifully, I pray

To the sinless nights of yesterday

Before my soul went in disarray.

Disconnecting from the stars

I once sought this petty farce –

Foolish dream to make the world ours

But it led to the backseat of a hearse.

How could I, mighty fool, forget

The day my journey met its offset

Seeing as that day, the king signaled a threat

That his entire kingdom would be beset

But alas, the fire burns;

In the cauldron, the spoon stirs

As the fate’s roulette turns

And spins dizzily unrehearsed

One might think it deserves a rest

I thought the same of the king’s conquest

As I assailed him, disguised as a guest

Finding Gyges’ Ring in his vest.

And what awful dreams may come!

In the visions of the king’s cauldron

One finds there are many Recalcitrants

Who rest under the spell of the Establishment

And I, who spat on Machiavellian ethics,

Was confronted with revealing the Matrix

To many who’re oblivious to the basics

And who’d be unhesitant to have me beheaded

But the choice was not mine to make

As there was no more room for mistakes

Destiny picked me, the Warrior, for this task

And to recoil from fate is to wear a mask

To hide from the duty we accepted

When we took our first breath, though hectic

But since this decision was eclectic

Its purpose is thus dialectic.

So off to the balcony I went

And spoke my last words of dissent

As the crowd turned to a flame of discontent

And fell into immediate consent

I’ll be their ashes, in the sky

Protective, always flying by

In the wind of Time disguised

Like a thief in the night.

Essence

On my path to Mystery

I have found but one city

Where the peaceful night idly

Glows with liberty brightly.

When the nightly soul concurs

With the rhythm of the birds

Chanting wildly what occurs

‘hind the thoughts of all our words.

I partake in the conquest

Of destruction of nonsense

Which blinds victims from progress

In its pitiful darkness.

Future yells its hopeful slurs

While Past insolubly deters

With the resignation of the herds

And the desperation of an absurd

Mind-clogging fear of imagination –

Binding chain of the spirit’s stagnation

Leading to the dark chamber’of temptation

Where the only exit is damnation.

What destruction may follow

In the shallow sorrow of morrow

Is powerless in the hollow

Interior of the Truth’s arrows

And as I lie inside it Now

And prepare my sinless vow,

One can see under my furrowed brow

A reflection of the Present’s wow.

♥

If you get your heart attached
You might get a heart attack.

A Promise

You said you would write something. You made that promise. Are your promises all hollow words, carved out of dreams? There is a difference between ideals and reaching them.

You have to run fast to reach them. Because first of all, karma is chasing you from behind, and second of all, your dreams are running away from you. If you look back to when you were little, you can remember how your dreams were right there, with you. Your mind was so creative and beautiful that you were in perfect balance with your dreams. You lived, you loved and you laughed.

Then you were taught to fear. Fear school teachers that punish you if you get bad grades, that yell at you if you misbehave, that shun your imagination and tell you you need to learn by heart instead of learning with your heart. Fear strangers who might kidnap you if you’re walking alone down the street. Fear the homeless because they’re dirty, crazy drug addicts. Fear change, because we need to adapt to a situation and put our grip on it as if there is no other. Fear love, because love makes fools of men. Fear yourself, because you represent a potential danger to society. Fear your wildest dreams, for they are nothing but nonsensical, childish reveries.

You were taught to love fear and to fear love.

So how can I trust you when you say ‘you promise’ when you function through fear and distrust? How can we live with Machiavellian ethics and expect to flourish as Aristotle? How can we find God if we fear change and we fear the unknown? How can you besiege the fortress of your fears when you are on your knees for its King? How can you assuage your own pain if you are indifferent to the pain of others? Do you look in the mirror and see yourself? Or do you see the shadow of a child whose mind brought wonders to the world?

If only I knew how to write when I was 3 years old. I would’ve written the greatest book of all. If my love for the world wouldn’t have faded away along with my will to do anything to reach my freedom and my happiness, which now I only pretend to still have, I would’ve been able to guide the world with my Light. Instead, when I look in the mirror, into my eyes, I’m blinded by the glimmering light of the child that withered, drowned by hopelessness.

Now I’m left only with one hope. The hope that one day, that child will be reborn like a mighty Phoenix, flying over the world’s sorrows into the night’s visions of Utopia. A vision where he is running free, without the worries of a mean karma chasing him or of a dream running away from him.

Shadow of a Lion

I got the shadow of a lion walking through the valley of darkness

There’s no kindness in my way, I run away from the sadness…

I could eat them all but I’d get an indigestion, so I’m filled with questions

To be or not to be, dual intentions, my halo won’t last much more

My soul is sore, I’m trying to crawl back to the core

But I’m stuck in the narrow path of loneliness.

I got the shadow of a lion walking through the valley of darkness

There’s no kindness in my way, I run away from the sadness…