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Invitation

Relax,
Get in the mood.
Elevate your state of being
we're about to create
a bond that can't be broken
as your mind creates sense
of all theses words that are seen
but never spoken.

Let us melt our beings into complete darkness
and live a thousand lives as criminals
whom refuse the rule of the machine,
You and I, we've always been
doomed to be forgotten.

Hear me when I say
it does not matter
whether it's black or white
What we hold between us
is carried on a breeze throughout the night
more so, beyond the dawn of a new day
piercing into a reality
that is the bane of existence.

Come,
Let's dissipate into a thousand colours
and paint over the gray essences
of all those similarly broken souls
whom never really had a clear view
of their goals.

Shall we
Cast aside the boulders we carry,
witness the marriage of mind and matter
until there's nothing left of us
merely a splatter
hidden somewhere, nearly forgotten
in the consciousness of strangers
building their dreams.

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Unplugged 2

unplugged 2

form formed facilitating figurative
impressions, indicating illusory images
leaving lines lingering
lost loves looking lenient

mutually morphing mutated mild memories
yearning, yielding

still seeking superfluously some singular sensation
omitting old obsessions
until unanimously underlining 
lust, loathing lost linear liabilities

withheld woes weaving worries
indirectly interfering, instilling indifference
this tame, transparently treacherous tale
haphazardly hides hate

horrified? horizons helpfully hum
after all, animosity always achieves
tremendously torrential transcendence 
eliminating envisioned ephemeral

anonymity. ah, abusing amusing alliterations
notoriously nonsensical 
don't deliberately deny disastrous declarations

greedily galvanized gorgeous glistening gaps
ostracize old obsessions only once

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Where It Leads Iii

Embrace by letting go, remember while forgetting
turn fire to ice, pay the price for something free
and just let me be in my little world of insanity:
where gravity collides with space, fish swim in it
where time runs backwards and your birth is death
the wisdom of and old age slowly vanishing as years pass
you become younger and younger; stronger and stronger
until you begin to wonder, what are these things I'm looking at
tiny hands, tiny feet, the final hour of defeat
in a fetal position you lie in bed, unaware, uncertain
tick-tock; nothing more than a stain; vanished, gone
where the absurd is normal and only the informal
is deemed sane, the insane run the show, while it may seem
hectic even the skeptic accepts all opinions without doubt
where the Sun shines darkness and all are afraid of the light
because it just might reveal their lightest secrets
where the Moon smiles because when it's in an eclipse
for a glimpse of an hour it holds hands with Earth, reunited
at long last, escaping the shadows of the past - only sadness
lurks there, the Moon, the Moon, living without a care
Hold me go, let me tight, freeze the ice, burn the glow of snow
let me tight, hold me go
Siht ecalp si ton rof em!

The essence of silence shadowed by the roar of the storm
voices of the just silenced by the shouts of the idiots,
Dance my little marionettes, trade your freewill for the comfort
of a warm couch and a TV, be obedient and wash your brain
don't question just accept, don't evolve just slightly adapt
don't use your potential just be a small part of the sequential flow of data
once you bend the way we want you to, all is good
An aggressive approach indeed, the question is where does it lead
BAM goes the stamp - you've been rejected, ejected from society
the black sheep of a deluded reality, some sort of a fail revolutionary
a stationary passenger waiting for the bus of conspiracy
What a meager attempt from a conspiracy buff-
The painful truth be told,the less intelligent the people are
the easier they can be controlled, the greater the amount
of idiots shouting, less is the chance of the just to be heard
Absurd, ABSurd, ABSURD!!!
Quiet down my children, follow the Shepherd back to the herd
the lonely Sheep is bound to be eaten by the Wolf.

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Reality Is the Strangest Fiction

Reality Is The Strangest Fiction

I must admit
while it's quite a trip
to tread in the imaginary
the moment I slip
and fall on reality
I find it far more complex
than insanity

The say love is universal
if so, do tell
why do we connect better
when it's time to say farewell?

It would seem the constant intrusion
of reality makes the fusion
of ideas and surreal less valid
I've come to the conclusion
reality is the strangest fiction
making this contradiction
absurd while heard
with logic

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Where It Leads I

Where it Leads

Chaotic arrangement of words
beaten with the mind
fall into place as tetris blocks
where it leads none may know
ready to organize a show
unveil the curtains
open the window, let the breeze
carry your blind mind to see
in darkness, light light dispersing
into heavy sounds, binds your attention
seek redemption, sheathe your skin
come on in and split the atom
fathom while the phantom haunts
a dream dreamt long ago

Does anyone wants to see death
creeping as a shadow ready to strike
bodies full of life dropping like flies
the Machine of War is hungry
go ahead, feed it, feel its mechanical wheels turning
longing for more, death is greedy in the hands
of men who desire to be consumed by the fire
of greed and consumption, who are we to make
the foolish assumption: "All will change in time"
A bomb ready to implode and traumatize
as the wise remain silent, the violent rush
waiting to crush the fools allowing themselves
to be used as tools

Steer me away from things to come
what's done is done, let me feel the sun
let me run from the sum of my mistakes
raise the stakes as the world around me breaks
Well then, middle finger to you too kind sir
don't worry, I shan't stir your harmony
by all means, go ahead, lay your head down
and sleep, oh, just don't wake up and all is fine
I shall toast with wine and have a laugh
as others whom 'loved' you whine at my foolhardiness

Take a metaphorical gun and blow away your mind
watch brain matter splatter on the walls, try to realize
that the way you analyze leads to the demise
of a sun that's about to rise and wake you up
to a reality you've always longed for deep within
That little music box playing the same tune in your mind
that itch under your skin that won't go away
when the promise of a new day may or may not lead you astray
It really isn't hard, in fact enlightenment awaits
those whom are ready to pass beyond the gates of their own mind
those whom don't mind the walls crumbling, ready to find
a different kind of bind with the human intellect

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Where It Leads Vi

I wonder, can I travel back to my old self
find the way I was, come back and rearrange
the shelf full of books
(containing parts of my life
where enthusiasm was not held back and through
power of youth even as a fool I was accepted)
in order to achieve normality
Now don't get me wrong, insanity has it advantages
(walking on a different plane of existence is always fun
seeing things as they want to be is liberating
mesmerizing the public by juggling letters though
sometimes it is excruciating, it is the closest I've come to
finding freedom and being who I really am
a walking shadow singing words in writing)
but where does it lead, the path I'm treading on
is it predetermined, are you what you want to be
or just a blade of grass left to the mercy
of the wind which is no more than the 'external'
influencing factors, ending up being the internal reactors
that define who you are, how you tread
Destiny or choice, silent obedience or finding the inner voice?
Introspect, question who you are, why forget and neglect
when sometimes it's easier to remember and accept...

War weaving woe, we wither
Hither hate hums, hereby Heaven hates humanity
Ethereal entity engaging eternal enmity
Reason running ragingly
Enemies experiencing endless epiphanies
Inducing indifference, instilling inhumanity
Totally terminating truth, treachery transcending time
Love lost, left lingering, life leaking loath
Everyone expecting end, eluding everything
All authority abandoning amnesty
Death devouring divinity
Silence slowly surrounded serenity, shattering souls.
Notions negate neutrality, never
Overlook omens, old ones or
New, nether negotiating, notifying
Ether emphasizing eternal embrace
Majestic moments melting mediocrity
Absolution abhors anarchy
Youth yearns, you yield
Knowingly, kneeling;
Never negate normality, never
Overlook, ostracize, omit
War weaves woe, we wither...

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Where It Leads Ii

I can hear your words and to be quite frank
they're infesting, nesting on my nerves, stopping the flow
of thoughts and ideas
- wipe that smug off your face you selfish slug -
You know, I've spent some of my time
over these last few days thinking of ways:
of how to insult you
that show your true face
and make you fall in disgrace, though there's much space
as the lines get filled I can't help but feel
no hate, contempt towards you
You may deserve a horrible fate, I do not know
it is not for me to decide, all I do know:
It is not in my nature to be hateful
These being said, have a wonderful life

Give me a high dose of nuclear radiation
let me be the superhero of poetry, as my mutation evolves
my superpower will be inspiration, maybe even
infatuation with letters so the settlers of the future
can create a worthy foundation for generations to come
As a superhero I take a word from here, from there
and create sentences, if it pleases you, heed my advice
Fighting to survive won't suffice, it is the future
that will pay the price of our self centered way of life
Educate yourself, educate those around you
don't let the World fade in a shade of grey

Sifted fragments waiting to be put to use
some might amuse as the muse smiles
Others might with all their might
turn a hill of flowers into blight, such a horrible sight
as the night embraces all
covered in the Moon's reflected light
Is the delight of the approaching dawn
going to unite the fragments into a whole
Or is it the acknowledgement of a certain sentiment
that can in no possible way be a detriment
towards unifying, thus achieving completion
Such a peculiar definition, fragments used in the creation
of something ordinary, extra or not always remember
creativity can break the barriers of relativity

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No One Calls Me Anymore

No One Calls Me Anymore

I know I have this
weird fixation towards
being lost in solitude
where
I fancy myself a poet
don't you know it
all too well

I thought we were friends
I really did
yet the more time passes
and I stare through windows,
open doors which were meant
to be locked
Don't you ever wonder 
why I stopped
talking to you?

Instead of getting better
It got worse
a faint glimmer of hope
when my phone flickers light
"Battery low. Please connect charger."

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Perspective

Slightly dizzy and in awe 
feeling connected 
to some obscure and forgotten god 
engineered by my pen 
almost as a necessity  
to explain the unknown
feelings that lay beneath 

I look outside 
all that I am 
is reflected on the surrounding sea 
of blue and white 

I peak between the clouds 
and see dots 
washing into a puzzle of colours   
souls clinging to seconds, minutes 
hours 

In my mind 
the closer I get to god 
the tinier I am 
a grain in a vast and endless 
desert of sand
Posted by Apollo

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Where It Leads Ix

It is me looking at my old self, laughing, mocking the weakness within
the bad memories of yesterday seem absurd today
I know and so should You there are many storms ahead
no matter how hard they hit always remember the Sun
is bound to shine - if not in the instant the storm is gone
in time - don't do what shouldn't be done
or you might just miss this rhyme - you'll be gone
Life comes with good, with bad - be happy, be sad
be calm, be mad - instead of death choose life

It's morning and I'm trying to jumpstart my thoughts;
vroom-vroom, there they go on the highway, rushing
towards my right brain ready to morph into rain
and fall on your left brain -you think- how selfish of me
to impose a simple action that may cause a chemical reaction
ending up as a synapse of poetry, robbing you of your dignity
In these strange times we live in we just have to learn to give in
and absorb what's given by those who think for us, after all
there's a certain sense of nobility in: being lead to victory,
accepting without questioning the sound reasoning of those who lead,
believing they won't turn their back on us in times of need, right
Wrong, hear that gong? You've just KO-ed your own freedom
of choice, of having your own voice and traded it for.. for what?
A false sense of security, a sense that when things take a turn
for the worse you can hide behind the big man; reality check
the big man with his big words will be nowhere to be found,
you'll be left all alone to stand your own ground...
Question everything, even yourself, be curios; if by chance
you've lived a delirious life, without dong so just remember
It's better accepting change and regret what you've done
than living a life of neglect, being horrified by what you've become