I write with a certain longing
Even mourning laments for me
Seeking the sphere of despair
I look inside my own self
Spiralling into the depths below
Of a dark, scarred soul
I long for fields of despair
As a miner longs for gold
Reaching past the edge of sanity
Overlooking the abyss of forever
I search desperately, endlessly
Searching for despair
Inside lies a feeling inane
Asking me a simple question
"Why do you long for despair?
When you are its concentration"
by a friend of mine %%%%%%
WeLL thIS HErE IS MY PLACE where i wud be writtin my thoughtz on ANYTHING and bla bla too .. Kyuki am tryin to do somethin outta nothing..
A Mourner's Coronation
Yesterday arrived with a certain guilt. Pain reared its head like a mighty cyclops and gazed at me with an intensity unmatched. Slowly, I spiralled down the halls of anguish with a dying hope that you would save me. That a hand will tear apart the surface, hold me and cease my downward slide.
That hand never came and I found myself in my own psyche, swathed in perdition. An impending ceremony of my coronation came through and thus was I crowned a king. The king of perdition. The only witnesses present were my memories, my thoughts, my plans, all of which were dead. In a corner, my soul stood mourning over my new found pleasure.
Thusforth, I sat in solitude. Oblivion shrouded me while I sat and stared into nothingness. Thinking about my self. My future. There was no future, nor was any self left which could be salvaged from this dying wreck. Aeons passed me by as travellers unaware of the roadside beggar they just trampled.
Today, I claim my freedom. As the righteous king of perdition that I am, I ask you to return the pain that was originally mine. Killing any possible hope of redemption, I ask you to strip me naked of all vanity and shroud me with the thorny veil of inferno. Let me be with my kingdom, which is ever growing and there are many tasks to be accomplished. There are virtues to be conquered, held captive and executed. There are vices to be befriended. There are more thorns to be added to my blazing veil.
Now, I must take my leave. Twilight is approaching and a never ending road into purgatory awaits.
That hand never came and I found myself in my own psyche, swathed in perdition. An impending ceremony of my coronation came through and thus was I crowned a king. The king of perdition. The only witnesses present were my memories, my thoughts, my plans, all of which were dead. In a corner, my soul stood mourning over my new found pleasure.
Thusforth, I sat in solitude. Oblivion shrouded me while I sat and stared into nothingness. Thinking about my self. My future. There was no future, nor was any self left which could be salvaged from this dying wreck. Aeons passed me by as travellers unaware of the roadside beggar they just trampled.
Today, I claim my freedom. As the righteous king of perdition that I am, I ask you to return the pain that was originally mine. Killing any possible hope of redemption, I ask you to strip me naked of all vanity and shroud me with the thorny veil of inferno. Let me be with my kingdom, which is ever growing and there are many tasks to be accomplished. There are virtues to be conquered, held captive and executed. There are vices to be befriended. There are more thorns to be added to my blazing veil.
Now, I must take my leave. Twilight is approaching and a never ending road into purgatory awaits.
Aeonic Clash
This is the beginning of the end
Apocalypse that god sends
The war has begun
To conquer the three worlds
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
Shards of blasphemy
Tear away my crust
The war continues
The aeons are due
A wave of bloodlust is here
Carnivorous wind blows in my face
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
Shards of blasphemy
Wear away my soul
The end is near
Armageddon time is here
The devil wins the war
And God pays with his life
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
The serpent is me
And I am complete.
by my friend meryl
Apocalypse that god sends
The war has begun
To conquer the three worlds
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
Shards of blasphemy
Tear away my crust
The war continues
The aeons are due
A wave of bloodlust is here
Carnivorous wind blows in my face
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
Shards of blasphemy
Wear away my soul
The end is near
Armageddon time is here
The devil wins the war
And God pays with his life
Godhate rises in me
Serpent stings my heart
The serpent is me
And I am complete.
by my friend meryl
Revelation
Lying face down
Bleak breaking breaths
Force their way
Out of convolution
Bleeding wounds
Call for redemption
Impervious mirage
Of a flowing gown
Lips trying to shape
The cause of misery
The sky cries white
Sympathy drowns me
Now at my end
I understand fully
The reason behind
My untimely demise
A lovelorn rhapsody
A dark night
Revelations flowing
From your blank eyes
saami
Bleak breaking breaths
Force their way
Out of convolution
Bleeding wounds
Call for redemption
Impervious mirage
Of a flowing gown
Lips trying to shape
The cause of misery
The sky cries white
Sympathy drowns me
Now at my end
I understand fully
The reason behind
My untimely demise
A lovelorn rhapsody
A dark night
Revelations flowing
From your blank eyes
saami
Lifecycle
Arriving...
From shreds of nothingness
Stepping into stark reality
Defining a new name
Breathing...
The contiguous flames
A circle of yellow created
Trapped a soul in cellophane
A mob undead rounding the plague
Brandishing swathes of dismay
A decayed hand catches the throat
The eye of cosmos looks with disdain
Fleeting...
Pain ignites inside
Burning flakes of skin
Embers incinerating innards
Departing...
Into shreds of nothingness
Stripping into a red haven
Lost finally without a name
From shreds of nothingness
Stepping into stark reality
Defining a new name
Breathing...
The contiguous flames
A circle of yellow created
Trapped a soul in cellophane
A mob undead rounding the plague
Brandishing swathes of dismay
A decayed hand catches the throat
The eye of cosmos looks with disdain
Fleeting...
Pain ignites inside
Burning flakes of skin
Embers incinerating innards
Departing...
Into shreds of nothingness
Stripping into a red haven
Lost finally without a name
Singularity
Faith is a twisted word
The more You possess
The more you ache
The brazen wounds, oh
The feeling of euphoria
Turns to atrocity
Statements of praise
Twist vociferously
Have you ever felt
What it is like to be
At the other end
Of singularity
Unbound, unleashed
Unfettered from chains
The feeling of atrocity
Turns to euphoria
As you approach
I await...
Saami
The more You possess
The more you ache
The brazen wounds, oh
The feeling of euphoria
Turns to atrocity
Statements of praise
Twist vociferously
Have you ever felt
What it is like to be
At the other end
Of singularity
Unbound, unleashed
Unfettered from chains
The feeling of atrocity
Turns to euphoria
As you approach
I await...
Saami
Holocaust
Cryptic shells of smoke
Billow out of my pyre
As I stand pale faced
A ghost of my past
Her dead eyes haunting me
The last words before farewell
"We will meet again"
"But I do not love you"
Sickened and wilted
Inhaling the bittersweet poison
Flowing down her cheeks
It almost forced me to stay
Sacrificed, eviscerated love
Left a rotting corpse
A hollow cast
My holocaust...
saami
Billow out of my pyre
As I stand pale faced
A ghost of my past
Her dead eyes haunting me
The last words before farewell
"We will meet again"
"But I do not love you"
Sickened and wilted
Inhaling the bittersweet poison
Flowing down her cheeks
It almost forced me to stay
Sacrificed, eviscerated love
Left a rotting corpse
A hollow cast
My holocaust...
saami
The Burning Infinity
Infinity lies dead, yet the fire of its never-ending furnace burns away, like a flickering candle providing you with the light and the confidence to tread on life's paths. The fuel of that fire is your soul, your life, the more you give in, the brighter it burns, extinguishing only with your existence and the dear, precious thing you call life. The fire will try to fade, to be dimmed by your shadow, and you must fight the urge to do so. The fathomless dark path otherwise known as life can not be treaded if the fire is eclipsed. The more you give, the more clarity will it render to your thoughts, the pathways of this expedition. Extinguishing with clarity is the only thing that you should aim for, rather than going off with fear and lack of knowledge.
Suffering is temporary, for after facing the final truth, death, you will not suffer, but the cosmos will act as your heaven, you home, an infinity to explore. When you suffer, you think "Why?". The reason behind that suffering is not fate, not destiny, it is a consequence of your deeds. Still you suffer, be scared of it, avoid it, without realizing that there is beauty in pain. That this is a test to determine your purity. Fear is impure. Pain is pure. Death is pure. The thought that should be beheld should not be fear of pain or fear of death. Embrace pain, embrace death, when it comes. When the time is ripe, when you fulfill your purpose. Leave greed and gluttony to the mortal plane and think above it.
I will leave you with this monologue
"I am not all, I am one. Yet I am all, all is me, but I am none".
Suffering is temporary, for after facing the final truth, death, you will not suffer, but the cosmos will act as your heaven, you home, an infinity to explore. When you suffer, you think "Why?". The reason behind that suffering is not fate, not destiny, it is a consequence of your deeds. Still you suffer, be scared of it, avoid it, without realizing that there is beauty in pain. That this is a test to determine your purity. Fear is impure. Pain is pure. Death is pure. The thought that should be beheld should not be fear of pain or fear of death. Embrace pain, embrace death, when it comes. When the time is ripe, when you fulfill your purpose. Leave greed and gluttony to the mortal plane and think above it.
I will leave you with this monologue
"I am not all, I am one. Yet I am all, all is me, but I am none".
Living Deception
Your apprentice beckons you
Blindly following commands
An embodiment of slavery
A follower of anguish
Sacrificing himself
His life and times
Devoting his soul
To your sins
Living a lie
Lying a life
Abridging the wide gap
Between you and taint
A seed of despair
Makes my sheath
A yearning call
For my own identity
You are no one
Opening my eyes
An embodiment of freedom
A follower of myself
Saami
Blindly following commands
An embodiment of slavery
A follower of anguish
Sacrificing himself
His life and times
Devoting his soul
To your sins
Living a lie
Lying a life
Abridging the wide gap
Between you and taint
A seed of despair
Makes my sheath
A yearning call
For my own identity
You are no one
Opening my eyes
An embodiment of freedom
A follower of myself
Saami
Fate
Fate, an excuse to put my blame on. An imaginary being falsely accused of my deeds. Explicitly tried for my sins. A knotted transgression implying my perversion. I do something and until and unless the consequences seem right, the deed is mine; and as thing start turning sour, fate comes forward to take the blame.
Isn't that how we all live? Isn't that how we brush off our mistakes and flaws? Isn't it a part of our aim for perfection?
A deed is a fibre, intertwining with others to create the very thread of our lives and affecting others' lives in the process. Nothing is pre-decided, wrought on the time line, but is a consequence of deeds - ours and others'. We are masters of our own destiny, not fate or the "Almighty" God. Fate is an invention portraying our thoughtlessness.
A realization is pending, of the truth. There is not fate, no cleared pathways into the wilderness of life. There is but a will, to create these pathways, savoring every win and learning from every loss. Mourning and lamentations are signs of weakness and must be dealt with.
The weak cannot create paths on their own. They follow the brave blindly, meekly like sheep. They make the same mistakes as the brave do, the fall into the same potholes that the brave do. Yet the rewards they reap are nothing compared to what the brave have reaped. At destiny's end, the weak stand forgotten and only the brave are remembered.
It is upto us to decide, what we wish to be, sheep or human, weak or brave. We can choose to be the weak, to live in a herd and to die in seclusion. But on the other hand we can choose to cut our own path into the wilderness and traverse it, wary of the dangers, savoring every moment. To live with suffering, stand up to it and deal with it. The choice is but ours.
Those who seek perfection never achieve it. Perfection comes to those who accept their imperfection and strive to change their flaws themselves without tolerating excuses. Those who seek themselves, achieve perfection. Those who realize what they are inside and honestly try to change it. Those who are willing to fight destiny and overpower it, without worrying about tomorrow. Those who live by the moment and not by the future.
For a deed is a fibre, circumferential in nature. What you sow is what you reap.
Saami
Isn't that how we all live? Isn't that how we brush off our mistakes and flaws? Isn't it a part of our aim for perfection?
A deed is a fibre, intertwining with others to create the very thread of our lives and affecting others' lives in the process. Nothing is pre-decided, wrought on the time line, but is a consequence of deeds - ours and others'. We are masters of our own destiny, not fate or the "Almighty" God. Fate is an invention portraying our thoughtlessness.
A realization is pending, of the truth. There is not fate, no cleared pathways into the wilderness of life. There is but a will, to create these pathways, savoring every win and learning from every loss. Mourning and lamentations are signs of weakness and must be dealt with.
The weak cannot create paths on their own. They follow the brave blindly, meekly like sheep. They make the same mistakes as the brave do, the fall into the same potholes that the brave do. Yet the rewards they reap are nothing compared to what the brave have reaped. At destiny's end, the weak stand forgotten and only the brave are remembered.
It is upto us to decide, what we wish to be, sheep or human, weak or brave. We can choose to be the weak, to live in a herd and to die in seclusion. But on the other hand we can choose to cut our own path into the wilderness and traverse it, wary of the dangers, savoring every moment. To live with suffering, stand up to it and deal with it. The choice is but ours.
Those who seek perfection never achieve it. Perfection comes to those who accept their imperfection and strive to change their flaws themselves without tolerating excuses. Those who seek themselves, achieve perfection. Those who realize what they are inside and honestly try to change it. Those who are willing to fight destiny and overpower it, without worrying about tomorrow. Those who live by the moment and not by the future.
For a deed is a fibre, circumferential in nature. What you sow is what you reap.
Saami
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