The cloak of Night suppresses sounds:
all, but the faint beat of my heart.
Zoning out of reality,
I shelter in Night's quietude.
Muting the Day's cacophony,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Allowing me to sort my thoughts,
without the annoyance of noise.
When Chaos reigns inside my head:
distractions echo through my mind.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds
the city, tethered to the Day.
Stepping outside of the moment,
my mind disengages with time.
And at the fringes of quiet,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Pawn enters into the checkered
rooms of the cylindrical tube
sips serpentine cocktails, two
colours in a mirrored glass cube
Red dragon rose petals litter the
azurite crystal bar, violet flame
star light adorns the altar. Pawn
reflects but can't recall his name
Upon asking, his faint voice echoes
as hooves rap upon the spiral stair
On each red step sits a demon
writing up a contract to ensnare
Pawn accedes and bursts out in wicked rage
disengages from his act upon life's stage
A lasting nightmare of terrors so malign
forever at war within his demented paradigm
Way back when, at mankind’s dawn,
Before most known inventions,
Humans gave in to a yawn
Despite their best intentions.
Yawning never disappeared;
It’s lasted through the ages
And to a yawn a face is geared
When thinking disengages.
Tiredness could be the cause
From lack of sleep or illness
Or when somebody needs a pause
From boredom’s awful stillness.
One more reason mouths give in
To open is the spawning
Of the contagion which will win
When other folks are yawning.
Rapid beats keep me sane in woe
Stress leaves, only for panic to settle
Guffaws prevent a show of shame
A day of commitment, followed by a day of inconsistency
Failure known, a choice concluded.
Blank paper, equivalent to unknown writings
Basics discarded as a device is employed
Habits adopted, leave hope weary
Repetitive recollections, curse continuation
Blurred vision, drowns in regret.
Excuses sought after, not excusing
Hours of availability, passed by a tense mind
Empathy discovered through similarity
Nerves made less taut, only for a will to give
Lessons that toll, make learning strenuous.
Perseverance momentary, as priorities fluctuate
Unread messages, precede books of progress
Lines written, to be forgotten
Evasive understanding, denies marks
Attempts to absorb, futile efforts.
Fading smiles, magnify reality
The fear of the probable, punctuated by the expected
Vocal lies, temporarily disengages the silence of truth
An aching head, webbed in despair
A mediocre mistake, extends a lengthy journey.
RISE-UP
Why are we dumb as woman and man?
The world is [really] not like that to live in.
We don't let stressors break us down when we should address them right now.
We are what feels the grit and grime that disengages a stable mind.
Never does this not aspect, but when it is addressed, we have found the ultimate
perspective.
“If” is a very big word in which the only thing tried is a failure.
Put forth effort.
Rise above your obstacles!
Let the world know that you are not that damn man or that damn woman, do for self first.
Yet, either this concepts or aspects... Of course, this conceives.
So please get with it!
Rise-up and show others what life has to give.
So she disembarks and disengages, -1
People try to read her like a book,
But she’s missing pages,
No one even noticed her gone for ages,
So her mind just rages on,
No one ever knowing she’s gone,
To him it’s just another one of her cons,
But he decides to linger on anyway,
Doesn’t want to be another statistical runaway,
Yet, he still can’t ignore what the people say,
Their words of hate that scar and fray,
So he does is best not to stray,
And remember what his mother used to say,
Another time, another day,
Another place, another way…
1- First line is from "Death of a Martian" by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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