Remotely Crucified

Fragments of us (Samui, Thailand. 3:30 Am)

Midnight pain spent upon electric chairs,
The temple I’ve built from our infant stares,
Wading in the pool of my own thoughts,
Scrutinizing details of battles to come
that I’ve already fought,

The questions in my head which I’ve tended to,
The vortex of possibilities that I’ve given in to,
Has suspended my equilibrium within the hours so few,
As sure as I am, I still lay here confused,
All that remains of my certainty is that I remain lost for you,
I can hold back no more for I am human after all,
No more of my webs,
I surrender.

The hue of my emotions, shades of a deep coral blue,
The strength they bear carved out of my memories of you,
Why I let myself break? This much I know,
It’s the madness within the both of us.

For you, I must learn to wait,
For you, I must learn how not to hate,
The world around me, submerged in its superficial glare,
Fuel to my anger, my cage, my fear.

I speak of a fool’s dreams while you speak of timid retreat,
I stretch out my hand while you dwell in my defeat,
Your concern for my sanity amongst my most precious of highs,
My sole idea of perfection, to be lost in your eyes,
Lost again…

Your breaths of madness, for my illness a remedy,
What more can I say? You somehow do complete me,
I draw blood from the that chasms we share,
I bleed to death just wishing you were here

[Cluster IV]

Dark Words

Constantly trying to shred the layers,
Of a superficially human social scare,
Locked in words of a two-faced descent,
The miasma of profanity, deception and contempt.

A politically correct apartheid norm,
Deviation from the oath that was sworn,
Concepts of equality that we humans mourn,
Without my hate, you would have no form.

You slave your will to this ideology without much reason,
You take up fool’s arms to join the devil’s legions,
You breathe in the lies and expose your mind to treason,
Look for me there amongst your ranks,
Sharpening my sword preparing for these silly seasons.

[Cluster IV]

Pandora's Vanity

Falling into warned against illusions,
With preconceived desires and mind crippling confusion,
Factors of time projected upon eons,
Rationality subdued by residues of hope.

Each new conception distorts my field of vision,
Images of reality give way to figments of my imagination,
Fragrances trespass on cruelly built shrines,
Chiseling at the stones, exposing weak-hearted crimes.

The knowledge of wretched impossibility saturating my blood,
The sickness in my mind and the plague of my touch,
Nourishes our distance and our vision’s fading,
So come lay siege to our perpetual waiting.

The apparition of us, a menace in revolt,
To the gods of our vanity, a self-proclaimed higher force,
The knots in our paths, a hatchet in their pride,
One of us without their equilibrium, this much they confide,
In their whisperings that set their own minds at ease,
Give them a rush unlike that of their insecurities.

The infection in their thoughts become our furor of sorts,
Will we stand our ground or lose to the perils that I’ve fought?

[Cluster IV]

Scorn

Quench your thirst with the poison in my hate,
Feed upon my pain, my mayhem bound fate,
Cure your mental paralysis, cast aside your skin,
Resurrected into the shadows
from where God’s mercy begins.

Glare at the conspiracy deep with your people’s truth,
The sins of your martyrs, the hypocrite’s concealed abuse,
Shed away your limits, nomenclature of mortal restrain,
Fallacies about purity of the naked wasteland we’ve slain.

Satisfy your fears with the poison in my smile,
Bury your desires before you drink from this vial,
Lest I return as the disease in your head,
Preying upon your peace till each torment is fed.

Kiss open my wounds and tear my scars apart,
A gateway to your reflection,
the thorn within your ailing heart,
The best of your soldiers have no more than holy retreat,
Left with a void of narcissism and the shuffling
of your kind’s feet.

“Proclaim thy vanity, cleanse away thy sins,
 Abandon thy ailing humanity 
 and conceive the offerings herein...”,

The salvage in my vision, a soothsayer’s warning heed,
Worthless is existence and the shame brought by your
infernal creed,
Let the complications fail and our true natures talk,
Free your vermin kind and bathe in it's after shock.

[Cluster IV]

Contemptuous Desire

Do you think of me with your crooked smile?
With your jaded vision and your senile mind?
Do I appear in your tasteless thoughts?
Wander alone in your breath of doubts?
Am I the stranger with the thorn?
Buried deep within this infant born,
The pain of hope its father to be,
The comfort of disappointment its holy mother misery.

Do I have the same scales from which you hide?
Do my words threaten your very composure inside?
Am I the confusion that plagues your mind?
The one that makes you tremble and shun your kind?

Have I laid claim to the abyss in your eyes?
Do you lift those devil eyelids to cause me my demise?
Will we ever be together as one?
Or still bent into two by the pilgrimage we’ve done?
When I speak of us, will I be deemed a liar?
Or shall I continue like this and ridicule my desire?

[Cluster IV]

Grudge

Born into a world so sinful and vile,
No choice of my own but divine denial,
Taught the ways of society’s corrupted creed,
Molded to imperfection by each genetic deed.

Nurtured by love but fed upon guilt,
By the guardians of my body and the suppressors of my will,
Trying to keep what they hope is theirs,
Trying to own what I can only share,
Have they not seen the demon in me?
The confused rebel who longs to flee,
The penitentiary of words, emotions and bonds,
Breaking the lattice and trying to spawn.

Freedom at hand but imprisoned again,
By fears of isolation, suffering and pain,
Still I fight, weary and stoned,
For I may have been created but may never be owned.

[Cluster IV]

Human Parasite

Striking fear into the hearts of such,
Be it man, beast or the human’s touch,
Destruction brought but with a void,
Empty asylums, spiritual decoys.

The parasites of religion reigning supreme,
Wasting the world by the rights of their dreams,
Plundered resources exhausted and abused,
Death to mother earth by the wicked and confused.

Walking talking reproductive tools,
Lead by hormones, give birth to another fool,
Lying, deceiving, raping and unjust,
Existence revolving on their petty lust.

Then they talk of their kind’s progress,
Science it’s mother, invention the high priestess,
They only live to consume their lies,
What better to live for than their synthetic highs?

[Cluster IV]

Demon Grace

To bathe in your lies,
Is the destiny I seek,
The embrace to be yours,
And heresy be what I speak.

Confounded, confined, coveted ties we bear,
Through the imagery of reflections,
the fixated stare,
Fragments of the possible,
the impassive illusions we share,
Beckoning to the maiden’s calling
as you wander into the snare.

The desire to hope and the hope of reality,
Judas leads me through this maze of immortality,
When the rest rests unrested 
and the demon’s grace fulfilled,
She shines out through my eyes 
and holds my madness still.

This web of wants is where I wish to be,
Entangled in her and her rhapsody,
The shackles at my feet worn down thin,
By her smile and my senses,
Altogether a demoniac offering.

[Cluster IV]

Perch Of Despair

Within the hours lit by the oil,
Recollections fading into stoned gargoyles,
The vintage of our spirit stronger than before,
Experiences we’ve shared even up the score.

We were one even before we parted ways,
Still locked in this brotherhood, roaming life’s maze,
I conquer my anthill while you chisel at yours,
I’ve emerged from my plunge while you still drown in yours.

I was there yesterday, I know how you ache,
The clouds in your mind driving the stake,
Deep within your heart, corrupting your life,
Retreating to your tomb even in wretched daylight.

You think you’re safe behind the walls that you’ve built,
Tar affixiated soothing your guilt,
A taste of depression, a touch of salt,
Your wounds burst open and its always 'divine fault'.

Bear in mind that we share the same blood,
Different needles but the same drugs,
I know you’ll rise to the heights above me,
Leaving an acquired iron will to be your legacy.

[Cluster IV]

Urchin Scathe

You laugh at my scars and leave me to bleed,
The menace you’ve ingested conjures God’s trickery,
The ill-fated fool damned by his shadow in part,
Weak link in the chain, a flaw in his divine art.

No place for waivers, no place for wrath,
Lord of his hive, piper to four divergent paths,
Benefactor, furor, helmsmen and jester,
His is the word and my thorn that festers.

United in blood, the bond of epic lies,
Our surrender and advocate to the frailty of ailing ties,
The holy ones by birth, your sarcophagus of pride,
A mortal your pharaoh, his whisperings your stride.

You walk the rivets with the strings in his hands,
You squander your fortunes at his every command,
How high did you hope for when you walked in his lines?
How far did you fall when you were banished from his time?

The schema your own, but my point of view sublime,
Satisfaction to be yours but the discontent mine.

[Cluster IV]