Love not wanted
A crime only justified
By the logic of your own voice.
Complaints of unrequited love
Given to others by self
But when dealing out neglect
The offense seems not as strong.
Saami
Logic Offence
Love not wanted
A crime only justified
By the logic of your own voice.
Complaints of unrequited love
Given to others by self
But when dealing out neglect
The offense seems not as strong.
Saami
Of Age
Coming time
Of all seconds past
And folded so for each one
Future so far
Humans no longer called so
Language as old as stars
And spoken same respect as comparison.
No hate
No death
No plague
No fate
As fear is forgotten, aeons old
Technology here a word grasped
And known at birth.
Beyond it
Horizons creased
All is predicted
Universes known and not mapped
But memorized
Atoms thrown with precision
Anything fashioned
A time so far
Death does not exist
And we live forever
In bodies made by ourselves.
Orchestras of centuries, a song so perfected
Science not respected but understood
In a world so mapped, so far from here
We know everything, so nothing at all.
saami
Of all seconds past
And folded so for each one
Future so far
Humans no longer called so
Language as old as stars
And spoken same respect as comparison.
No hate
No death
No plague
No fate
As fear is forgotten, aeons old
Technology here a word grasped
And known at birth.
Beyond it
Horizons creased
All is predicted
Universes known and not mapped
But memorized
Atoms thrown with precision
Anything fashioned
A time so far
Death does not exist
And we live forever
In bodies made by ourselves.
Orchestras of centuries, a song so perfected
Science not respected but understood
In a world so mapped, so far from here
We know everything, so nothing at all.
saami
Reflections Inside
Reflecting
Some faults seen
Untidiness in mind
And flesh abroad
Traps set about
But no heed bought.
Self a jerk
Not seen as in mind until now
How acting different, and acting self
Made me imagined wretched
So self hated.
A crime from own hands
But only person hurt
Is self
So no court can be held
So no justice can be given
So no punishment can be granted
Unless pain is dealt
To self
From perpetrator.
I stand
Guilty in many senses
Censure from minds chasms
Doleful as still breathing.
The world understood
Each passing day tacitly known
Each moment, a sky clears
As understanding pains me
Mostly as a friend cannot share the feeling
I shut the door
That leads playfully to my inner self
Face hiding behind a disguise
A wizened skin shown only to others
None and no one, not one shall see
A machine that you call, Me.
Told to be myself since words heard
But more pain found from ridicule
Of being self than being just a front
So now hidden pain grows harder
From not being as should
But being another.
saami
Paranoia Forever In Heaven
A rasping voice
Calls my name
I turn around
Only to see
The wind
Teasing me
A gleaming light
Guiding me
I follow
Only to find
The darkness
Engulfing me
A portrait unveiled
Smiles at me
I smile back
Only it is
The mirror
Reflecting me
A final cry
Echoes out loud
I look around
Only I am
Screaming
Down at me
Breaking through
To a dream
Where we exist
As ourselves
Holding you
I will sleep
In your arms
Forever
When the wind blows
Hair onto my face
When the flowers bloom
In their colourful grace
Heaven, I call
When the rain-drops
Caress my eyes and cheek
When the sunlight
Breaks the foul reek
Heaven, I call
When the moon bathes
Me with ethereal light
When the birds sing
Songs of immaculate bright
Heaven, I call
When you are not here
And all I have is memories
Bitter and cold and damp and
I hide within these reveries
Heaven, I call?
Who I'd Like to Meet and I the Red Eye
From dust into stone.
If you owned one more day
To sing, to breathe, to say
What beauty would you wish
Your eyes had time to kiss?
Someday, one day
Tomorrow will be at feign
But that truth is not here, yet
Leave lasting not your debt
While time is indeed an ally
As tomorrow is not nigh.
Go see all your own wonderful things
So memory may, to them, muse and sing
My open hand
Will not linger forever
So take it up
Best before never.
Prospect beckons
My darling only
Let us find our ends
Among each other
Slowly.
For battle, war, genocide
All rains of ruin from the sky
For one, only as killing,
Suffers the greatest high!
This deprav`ed crimsoned soldier
Known only as Red eye.
Cursed forever, dying to fight
Blessed to never fight and die
Decadent Life, void of light,
And from him not a sigh.
I am Red eye, and besides my name?
This scarlet countryside is all my fame.
Stands unscathed, smiles of rage
Now where even some gods fell
Taking his steps upon this stage
An actor here without parallel.
Who is Red eye?
The only person who never replies
Is the only one who possibly knows
As ever inquiry meets his mind
The speaker meets mighty blows.
Why can I not create beauty!
Is this form hopeless, damned
Why are, by some gods decree,
Neither of my two an artists hand?
My crusade of fulfillment
On personal or otherwise enlightenment
Has met far too many an amoral blockade
For atrocious is everything this I has made.
And this I is screaming inside
Dead already by its eyes
Why, why do I fail to make others see
Such rare, beautiful thoughts I hold?
They too will be snuffed out with me,
Their grandeur all untold.
I do not wish to be alive
I do not wish to be dead
To what existence should I thrive
From reality to never have I fled.
Pain is pleasure with a kick
Ere realizations eve renders one sick.
Desires conspiring clouds the mind
Having tainted it to joy of this kind
Note my ache and bear cognized
I think of you when I want to die.
Its lips are stone; dark is its day,
Damn all this painful joy away.
They each face the other
To reduce their us to one
Their only endeavor
To make the other undone.
Those dependant on tenacity,
The one resolve of the deed,
Watch in precedent, complicity
Upon loss, will their sort recede?
Our one warrior stands
As does theirs, the same
But two cannot win in ends
And sides each shall cry one name.
My days fall black and dead
As her dark voice diseases my head
Taught lust as vision goes gray
Oh my lady, oh malady
I fall from well and love it so.
This Warrior still stands
Aged in skill, not the flesh
As he walks these unknown lands
All he ponders is his rest.
His sword upon the ground,
Sends all poets pens at respite,
When will my worries be sound,
When will one claim my might?
I know I must fall to dust.
When will my renown rust?
Hubris is not my undoing,
Nor anger, envy, lust
But my greatness,
My most bitter nemesis,
Claims my sanity
And names my self infinity.
Even though I stand afar
Even though the door's ajar
Even when the sleep can maim
You, my love, I claim
Even though I am crawling
Even though the day is falling
Even when the silence tames
You, my love, I claim
Even if I am to be wretched
Even when the signs are etched
Even with non-existent aims
You, my love, I claim
If you owned one more day
To sing, to breathe, to say
What beauty would you wish
Your eyes had time to kiss?
Someday, one day
Tomorrow will be at feign
But that truth is not here, yet
Leave lasting not your debt
While time is indeed an ally
As tomorrow is not nigh.
Go see all your own wonderful things
So memory may, to them, muse and sing
My open hand
Will not linger forever
So take it up
Best before never.
Prospect beckons
My darling only
Let us find our ends
Among each other
Slowly.
For battle, war, genocide
All rains of ruin from the sky
For one, only as killing,
Suffers the greatest high!
This deprav`ed crimsoned soldier
Known only as Red eye.
Cursed forever, dying to fight
Blessed to never fight and die
Decadent Life, void of light,
And from him not a sigh.
I am Red eye, and besides my name?
This scarlet countryside is all my fame.
Stands unscathed, smiles of rage
Now where even some gods fell
Taking his steps upon this stage
An actor here without parallel.
Who is Red eye?
The only person who never replies
Is the only one who possibly knows
As ever inquiry meets his mind
The speaker meets mighty blows.
Why can I not create beauty!
Is this form hopeless, damned
Why are, by some gods decree,
Neither of my two an artists hand?
My crusade of fulfillment
On personal or otherwise enlightenment
Has met far too many an amoral blockade
For atrocious is everything this I has made.
And this I is screaming inside
Dead already by its eyes
Why, why do I fail to make others see
Such rare, beautiful thoughts I hold?
They too will be snuffed out with me,
Their grandeur all untold.
I do not wish to be alive
I do not wish to be dead
To what existence should I thrive
From reality to never have I fled.
Pain is pleasure with a kick
Ere realizations eve renders one sick.
Desires conspiring clouds the mind
Having tainted it to joy of this kind
Note my ache and bear cognized
I think of you when I want to die.
Its lips are stone; dark is its day,
Damn all this painful joy away.
They each face the other
To reduce their us to one
Their only endeavor
To make the other undone.
Those dependant on tenacity,
The one resolve of the deed,
Watch in precedent, complicity
Upon loss, will their sort recede?
Our one warrior stands
As does theirs, the same
But two cannot win in ends
And sides each shall cry one name.
My days fall black and dead
As her dark voice diseases my head
Taught lust as vision goes gray
Oh my lady, oh malady
I fall from well and love it so.
This Warrior still stands
Aged in skill, not the flesh
As he walks these unknown lands
All he ponders is his rest.
His sword upon the ground,
Sends all poets pens at respite,
When will my worries be sound,
When will one claim my might?
I know I must fall to dust.
When will my renown rust?
Hubris is not my undoing,
Nor anger, envy, lust
But my greatness,
My most bitter nemesis,
Claims my sanity
And names my self infinity.
Even though I stand afar
Even though the door's ajar
Even when the sleep can maim
You, my love, I claim
Even though I am crawling
Even though the day is falling
Even when the silence tames
You, my love, I claim
Even if I am to be wretched
Even when the signs are etched
Even with non-existent aims
You, my love, I claim
Killing Machine
Killing machine
Called coincidence
Obstructed by conscience
And so afraid of humans not so.
Device behind eyes
Called morality
Virtues and ethics
Its unpracticed sword and shield.
Karma perhaps a guise
Greater evil at work
Behind the gears
Known as human ire.
Life an accident
Cruelest witticism from the universe
An Almightys creation
Alone to wander
Wondering where siblings sleep.
Just a focus point
Like sentences of Zen
Simple, open minded
Like wandering thoughts
And so guiding them
A canal of rational
Tumbling to one point.
A poem much the same
Ideas made tangible with words
But thoughts after reading
What the writer intends.
Called coincidence
Obstructed by conscience
And so afraid of humans not so.
Device behind eyes
Called morality
Virtues and ethics
Its unpracticed sword and shield.
Karma perhaps a guise
Greater evil at work
Behind the gears
Known as human ire.
Life an accident
Cruelest witticism from the universe
An Almightys creation
Alone to wander
Wondering where siblings sleep.
Just a focus point
Like sentences of Zen
Simple, open minded
Like wandering thoughts
And so guiding them
A canal of rational
Tumbling to one point.
A poem much the same
Ideas made tangible with words
But thoughts after reading
What the writer intends.
Never Never
The sweetest sound
Is never known
The greatest taste
Never shown
Holiest sight
We will never see.
Only in the chamber of a mind
Can we find what we call ideal
For disposition and intuition
In each human
As it passes hands, tongues, eyes and ears
Is interpreted, boundless files and gears
And compared to expectation.
So sadly the process grinds
And no two greatest of anything matches
Now even words provide further quandary
As appreciation and explanation
Are furthered from thoughts
With petty human locution.
Expression in a thousand forms
Furthered from what perceived,
Paint and paper, pen and blood
Only so reaching aimlessly
Expression never mastered
To the beauty found
In the mind.
Is never known
The greatest taste
Never shown
Holiest sight
We will never see.
Only in the chamber of a mind
Can we find what we call ideal
For disposition and intuition
In each human
As it passes hands, tongues, eyes and ears
Is interpreted, boundless files and gears
And compared to expectation.
So sadly the process grinds
And no two greatest of anything matches
Now even words provide further quandary
As appreciation and explanation
Are furthered from thoughts
With petty human locution.
Expression in a thousand forms
Furthered from what perceived,
Paint and paper, pen and blood
Only so reaching aimlessly
Expression never mastered
To the beauty found
In the mind.
Simple Inspiration
Greater plan
Interrupted
But higher need answered
Simple first life mastered
And advancement allowed
Clever one takes his place
A simple face, an analogy
To those who dont see the inner mode.
Greater plan realized
Moved on to the next
But philosophy not recognized
Moved on prematurely
To rare worlds idealized.
Sociology surely immortalized.
Like a friend
I wait patiently
At a door or a gate
But never call, as absurd
But wishing could, inside
Not insane
But should be
As teachers have helped
And inspiration to live grew in me.
Interrupted
But higher need answered
Simple first life mastered
And advancement allowed
Clever one takes his place
A simple face, an analogy
To those who dont see the inner mode.
Greater plan realized
Moved on to the next
But philosophy not recognized
Moved on prematurely
To rare worlds idealized.
Sociology surely immortalized.
Like a friend
I wait patiently
At a door or a gate
But never call, as absurd
But wishing could, inside
Not insane
But should be
As teachers have helped
And inspiration to live grew in me.
I smile
I smile that you are gone
I smile that you are with me now
I see your face and I smile, knowing
I see the memory and I smile, knowing
But I just cant take any more illusion
I pick myself from the floor realizing
I will not be done with you
Always
I smile that you are with me now
I see your face and I smile, knowing
I see the memory and I smile, knowing
But I just cant take any more illusion
I pick myself from the floor realizing
I will not be done with you
Always
Lucid Reality
Resplendent auras of nothingness
Shroud your yearning screams
Depleting resources meshed in gloom
Cellos grief-stricken sing
Ringing cacophonies of maniacal laughter
Suppress your hands to ears
Gloating faces in airy cellophane
Laugh and smirk and wink
A trapped rat you are
In this realm of lucidity
The narcotics are running out
To help fight reality
Love is all but gone
Support is non-existent
Friends are worse than foes
Families have fallen apart
A lucid reality
Asking to be fought
Draining a sober soul
Draining it to naught
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