State of mind

A well rested pen,
an empty easel,
blank papers thrown around
supporting a blank expression.
waiting and hoping for that one day...


 

Children after all

we're children after all.

of our dreams
and realities
of our pinnacles
and calamities

of our joys
and hopes
of never ending freedom
and binding ropes

we're children after all

confused beings,
with childish wants

of owning the world
all at once

of finding god
and becoming one

we're children after all

enslaved by a plan
of short term goals
and random polls
and the ultimate greed of man

we're children after all

lets set ourselves free
from the pain of living up to destiny
to be what we always wanted to be.

Music

the streets are the same as ever,
the voices are different
souls with no hidden agenda,
loiter around in the distance
the image of a song bursts into tune,
and after teasing and tempting awhile,
gets lost and leaves me alone.

the muse is sometimes an image,
it sometimes is a sound .
sometimes it's a feeling
of the music infinitely going around.
the notes change with emotions
of a vengance filled friend
but never stay constant enough
to be mine again

the desire to make sound
to touch the hearts of all
burns with a fevor so deep
or sometimes burns none at all
it would be mine forever i thought
it would never lead me astray
but alas i regret to ponder
my music has gone away

flown off in the distance
for a better song to sing
to brighten the life of another
like a courtesan bringing another drink. 
i wait and wait and wait some more
with the strings under my tips
but my music is on vacation
singing with all its wish.

to bring it back, or not at all
lies solely in the twist of fate
like the guitar dying slowly in my hands
or the verse dying slowly in my brain.

so with my last wish to the lamp
i wish the return of my song
grant the life to my journey
and to all i bring along.

It's got me again.

Fluttering eyes and painted lips,
Full grown cups and curved hips
Snaky hair and well done tips
Just a drink away from eternal bliss.

The sweetest soul loosens the will of man
She moves to the rhythm of a marching band
Transfixed, you try and understand
The rules of love for a battered man

You tell a tale or tell a lie
You break your will or you say goodbye
You change your ways and breathe a sign
But you don't ever quit and die.

A change of heart and a change of game
So hurt and hopeful and nothing to blame
But just the thought of love entering your brain
Save me god, it's got me again.

The Dream comes true

Electricity  filled the air like the maker weaving dreams. One, of the gods decending upon the mortals,
finally pushing the believers over the edge. and the non-believers to rest.

Not too many are enlightened enough to see their gods in person. Up close and personal, not too many get a chance to see them be The Master of Puppets they are. for those that do, the experience is one that makes living easy and filled with purpose. even if it's just for a few hours, where you don't have to question the reasons of life and the universe. you don't have to question the existence of a higher power.

you're there. they're there. and they are in control.


the ecstasy of first notes being played brings on a feeling far greater than that first drag of hashish, of the first time you made love. it grabs you, and makes you forget the pain, of standing for 10 hours. of having waited all your life. of having grown up without ever getting to experience them. of hunger and thirst. of everything that makes you human.


the only thing that makes complete sense is to sing. sing till your throat hurts. sing till your voice is heard. sing till you can't sing anymore. sing till the noise reaches your soul.


and when as if on que, even the sky drops down it's nectar on you, you realise that this is no ordinary event. you are being blessed by the celestial beings for being there. for experiencing something so magical, your future generations will feel it.


you don't ever want the night to end. you just want to be stuck there, in a limbo, till you shrivel up and lay down. listening to the sounds that make everything so easy.


and just as the last riff is played and all the formalities are done, you know for sure that

the night indeed will never end.

Esctasy

Eyes closed, heart thumping, the liquid in his veins doing its job.
The breeze making him sway, a little more violently than he would have liked. Blowing his long mane in the direction of its choosing.

Happiness. He knew it well. Had know it all his life, just hadn't realised it, uptil now.

Distancing himself on the top of the world, one step away from meeting it again. He didn't enjoy the rush, he just pretended to.

His emotions had been threatening to deceive him and spread through his very life, unvolunteeringly making his existence far more comfortable.

They had figured out a way to eternal gratification. And they didn't want to hide it any longer.

He opened his eyes to the magnanimity of the gods. The dawn saluting his ambition, its warmth comforting him like the arms of a mother.

It wasn't the dawn of time but that of the last stage of life itself. Where the most prized possession wasn't tangible but something of another order.

A secret.

That was now his. To keep or not.

A world on fire

The world's on fire,
it burns for you and me

beyond the shimmering glances,
lies the passion for the burning world to see

take hold of something fast,
cause it's not going to last at all

while the magic soon runs out
waiting for nature to answer it's call

the temperatures keep rising,
for no fault of ours

and we wait for the icy waters
for our innocence to deflower

so lets go on
lets go on
lets go on