Poetry

Mountain of Skulls

The bones flowing in the bloody river collide In the arms of my guitar, As I rise through the endless Pile of skulls sprayed around me The scarlet sky blazes in the backdrop Of the hellfire, bent on the Apocalypse of human consciousness. I use their orbits as a jug And climb up above like … Continue reading Mountain of Skulls

And Then The Bard Spoke

Hanging by the doors, into the windows of mist That carry your arms to me, in a moment of bliss, Carry them like the self loathing bastard you are, Your words don’t mean shit in here! They’ll grind you and tear you and make you adhere. You are young and you’re hopeful, you want to … Continue reading And Then The Bard Spoke

Orpheus in the Underworld

Late night at the fortress, high, Higher than a kite in the sky, Surrounded by people smelling of piss and sweat Dirty walls holding tears of it’s thousand inmates. Segregated and kept separated Beaten and tortured until broken Locked in these cells like animals, who don’t cooperate, Spend forever here on charges of crimes against … Continue reading Orpheus in the Underworld

Freedom March

Faceless creatures barking in union,Speeches directed at The ManLike noises hissing into other’s souls. Their voices united by the hateTowards the ones in powerWho decide their fate. “Give me freedom!”Someone yells out and the crowdcontinues chanting in a rhythmic hymn. But who has the power to give freedom?Is it something you can ask for?Who is … Continue reading Freedom March

“Sing to me, Muse”

Rising Sun in the rear mirror.Brittle breeze sniffing on the red scarfThat she wraps around her neckHiding the tattoo she was given at birth. The wretched river follows us right by the sideOf the road we’ve been ridin’ through all nightThrough dark forests that smell of dead corpseFilled with fireflies and nymphs playing harps. She … Continue reading “Sing to me, Muse”

These Walls

There is a wall that separates us,And yet brings us all close.The only ones who survive insideAre the ones who can take its brute force. I’ve been stuck inside for a lil’ while now,But I’ve already started to loose my mindIt’s like a never ending void of snow,No way to get out, from all sides … Continue reading These Walls

Neon Bird

Beat up on the streets, picked up from the trash.He needed some band-aid, but was too low on cash.He wanted to laugh, but went hush to avoid any clash,Though there was fire in his heart like a phoenix rising from the ash. He trembled his way back home aloneHumming this disastrous melancholic tuneUntil he stumbled … Continue reading Neon Bird

Understanding Life with Art

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