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The Yoke of Frankenstein

I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude 
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how 
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who 
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *


                                                                                                    ~M.M.M

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A Peaceful Sight

I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair 
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite labor
The leaves they sway from side to side 
so graciously, it is my favorite sight
Beside me,
The cherking of birds is my morning cup of delight
In front of me,
The rattle of the clear crystal pool is the depth and constancy of a single thought
The clear blue sky is my happy tomorrow
On my face you will find no trace of sorrow
Such a peaceful sight I see
If only you could bare witness with me
To such a glorious and heavenly sight
Like A picture perfect,
Or a beautiful view in Peru
The glorious nature has set me at ease
I am calmed by the steady breeze
Yet the buzzing of my cousin
Is like the sound of a busy bee
She speaks to me of heartache and despair 
And the death of some distant loved one
She makes a noble and noteworthy declaration
To give me a kidney if mine decides to collapse
I smile at her with this carefree sensation
As I sit there typing and pretending to care
Tapping my fingers to a rhythm while unaware
Smiling a genuine smile and sighing a pretentious sigh
You want me to speak of wickedness and of madness
At this moment I am indifferent,oblivious, I genuinely Do Not Care
The quacking of a random duck 
Came casually as pure luck
Lazily I yawn, so dazed, and simply amazed 
 I am hypnotized
At this sight that left me mesmerized.

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A Rush of Fortitude - An Unspeakable Strength

Here I was then and there desiccated by deterioration
But now, here I stand ignited by determination
                                     
Fortitude, you have nourished and cradled,
And cured a disease of the heart,
That has forever been so fatal.

Fortitude, you come bearing uplifting gifts,
A spark of inspiration, a blaze of motivation
“I believe in you”, you whispered one night,
And with this I held you so tight.
                                    
To a tortured soul you became so dear!
Filling up holes of long past years.

I stand no longer alone,
I stand no longer in the terrible cold.
Tears I no longer shed,
And hope I no longer dread.

For you have taught the blind to see,
A little bird to finally flee,
A heart of stone to finally sense glee,
And Hushed! The mighty sea.
                                    
Alas! Alas! A heart is finally at Rest!  
Alas! Alas! A mind has finally fullfilled its quest!

~ M.M.M

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A Quest That Shall Be Pervailed

*A Quest That Shall Be Prevailed*

Vanity has been dehydrated and drained.
Sanity has been corrupted and stained.

I weep for a world that shall one day burn.
Our souls, I fear are lost, there is no turn.
It is realm adorned with filth and crime;
It is an era where we serve no time.

It is a realm where no rules apply,
It is a world were no love can survive,
Our hearts, I fear have crossed roads
We’ve carried and cradled burdens and loads.

Our fate, I fear is sealed, we shall forever perish,
And lose a country that we once so dearly cherished.

Here you stand..
Taking on
Colossal burden
Blazing passion
Blood sucking rage
All of which have resided
Have never lessened, have never subsided
And as the years go by…
Passion has became a mighty sore,
And seized the once tender loving core
Rage has become a sizzling, unyielding itch
To the very souls, I fear we are in need of a generous stitch
And you off all; Blazing Passion!
I fear shall show no compassion!
They all have tied you up and brought you down
All what they left is a broken heart, a pitiless frown

Let us not let the blazing passion conquer
Let us not let the blood sucking rage prosper
Let us not let the colossal burden prevail
Let us not bow!, let us not hail!                                                         
~M.M.M

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Bravo

That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you 
But you kept quiet, 
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck 

How come I favoured and noticed 
and you so fervourless? 
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t? 
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected 
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.

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In the Shadow of Doubt

in the shadow of doubt I lurk
in the shadow of doubt I stir
in the shadow of doubts my thoughts reside
Phantoms of possibilities revive in the night
Wild wonderings make my soul sprint in fright
The self conceals itself and takes flight
the mind untamed and free
free to reflect, free to settle
And I stand apart from it
For in the shadow of doubt
Is when my mind is unbound nourished by the doubt

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A Turning Point

Within seconds, life and death collide
Within a blink of an eye, your last moments
To hope, to trust, and to surety you are tide
Your heart falls to its knees, and begins to pray to a God it so desperately needs
You begin to lose ground….
Your very last breath …as you exhale and inhale is soo profound
For it marks your very being
All your sense are directed inward
With sudden fear your heart is well cornered 
And a shrieking silence begins to sound, like thunderous cries
Your mind begins to play tricks, to you, it tells false wishing lies
Do not give up, to move head on…it whispers! it lies!
With that last breath. As you exhale and inhale you still exist 
What was once real
 When life was once clear
All of that banishes
Even the hoping! The longing! For a nobler tomorrow vanishes
Leaving all your nerves fried
Leaving your soul dried
Your very gist slowly but surely have died
Numbness begins to creep in
Like a devil when he whispers a sin
Like a drum roll leading to a scene’s climax
Like when your heart drops to your feet
 When all stops…silence engulfs, 
Shhhh!!!
Can you hear it?
The wait begins to take a heavy toll on your nerves,
for the moment that you have for soo long anticipated
The very instance…
The moment when life and death collide
The very last moment,
When to hope, to  trust and to surety your soul is tied
It all of a sudden unfolds, leaving that body of yours dead and cold
A chapter finally ends
A heart is finally set at rest 
I say my goodbyes
And wish only to see you in the afterlife

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A Daunting Manifestation of the Human Eye

We dare not look! 
We dare not stop! 
We dare not ponder!
Beyond the skin, to a humdrum is a no man’s land,
Build and soothed by the malevolence of such a spellbinding hand,
Forging us, shaping us,
Building us, soothing us and molding us,
Is the potter and his evil hand,
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
It’s but a satins eye, that’s stirs the malicious fire,
And he the potter, with hot vivacious stick adds life,
To such a vigorous Fire, never to tire.
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, Until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.

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                                                                                                                  ~M.M.M

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A Seething Woe

Minutes creep, Hours sweep
Sleepless nights
the shackles become too tight
Bounded by  you day and night
One,two,three…..
Here comes the Shattering foe , a seething woe
I don, as I walk a heavy load
A precise weight: Ten thousand yoke!
It holds for me a heavy score
For I “Fall upon the thorns of life I bleed’
Phantoms of my sleep
Countless and boundless they stretch upon a shrouded course
The burden of long past ordeals I carry, I bear
Like the very scarlet letter, I stand here, I wear
The hearts of many, with bare hands I tear
A fleeting goodness, a howling soul
Darkness engulfs….
 The past wounds of countless souls,
is what I! Me! The Misanthropic wore….

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An Unmet Expectation

“Expectation is the root of  all heartache”
Those fine words that were once read
Now every vital syllable is felt
Before them I was misled
With false yearning I was fed
I voluntarily injected myself with anticipation and adoration 
And sadly I failed to infuse you with the same potion
All this lead to an empty commotion 
An inner hidden turmoil of some sort
And like a shattered plate my heart fell to the ground
Living in a mirage of high expectancy and wishful thinking
Yet this hope has been misplaced
It took an epiphany to shatter my nerves and alert my senses 
That Fraud of an appeal was the stem to my heartache 
A moment of awareness mixed with the residue of regret
Denial the first step of any anguish
Molding my image of you that you have now tarnished 
Looking for some sort of justification
Like a patriot for his fallen nation
Denial Denial Denial
It rings and sings in my ear
Like a gong struck with intensity
It rang and vibrated through my ear majestically
Now my mind to you it fakes a false conspiracy 
To justify such actions I can stay hours pondering upon
Yet one day the truth will hit me
So tonight I choose to rid myself of it all
Before I crumble and fall
Tonight I rid myself of it and u…
I rid myself of it all…