I am

I am but a man as this pen is but a pen
Self indulgence in French chocolat
The caricatures of Lat

Missing the mark of communion forbids you to communion
A world in constant evolution, lets not forget revolution
An affinity in divinity
A flux in the self, myself

I worship the God that showers me
I bow before the God that loves you
I prostrate before the God that feeds us

In a library I gaze at the magnificence of the girl in brunette hair
Tucked within itself, her hair flows like silk
What radiance she emits in that black velvet
A moment in time encompassing the flux of divinity
A realization of individuality

The Post Apocalyptic World

2.12 AM, I lay in bed
The outline of my window skims through my room following the passing car
The sky enticing the light strands of the sun
An 11-year-old boy holds a gun
A 12-year-old boy dies, all for fun

Business in the new world

The legalization of guns
The flawed guns of legality
Obstinate + Love
The fall of a nation from above

Sacrilegious blood to be spilt
As the Lord’s Prayer unfolds
Government induced poverty
Media depicting fictionality

This is the post apocalyptic world of reality
Abnormal anomaly
The strings of the puppeteer let loose
The puppets set loose

Igloo

A formation dedicated to ‘terraformation’
Particles of icicles

Nourishing from the warmth inside
The barren frigid plane of the outside

A crater in the crust of the earth
A splinter in my beating heart

The magnificence of self sovereignty
An ideological tunnel into the mysteries of the universe
The understanding of the complexities of the reflection

Twisting turning
The enigmatic carousel of the Ouroborus
A force that expires me
Time to reach out to the threshold and justify the living commandment

Blue

Heavenly blue
Soothing blue
Calming blue
Peaceful blue

Filaments of doom
The grip of an Octavian beast
Terrorizing avid readers and mariners alike
Moby Dick scurrying away at the sight of the incandescent lumina of the deep
Wrapped from the constraints of freedom
Choked from the breath of liberty
Isolated from the asylum of society
A dancing entity from the recesses of the blue
Beware!

The Superiors

The came, they saw, we conquered
The behemoth succumbed to the might of its disciples
Marx’s Alienation in its shining glory

They annihilated rapture yet assimilated culture
They created our roles and cremated their souls

Sacred is the bond of humanity and love
For within it lies the incantation of God and the elixir of life

All that remains is a distorted past likened to a page in a burnt alchemy book
The lost recipe of the homunculus
Superfluous

Feather

‘20 kg’s of steel and 20 kg’s of feather, which is heavier?’
Certainly 20kg’s of feather as life was once flowing through them.

Looking beyond the yonder sky
Seeking my spiritual counter melody
Hoping for salvation in the new world
And striving to share that hope with someone

A mystifying entity from the eastern province makes its stance
Mistakenly mistaken within a presumably mistook circumstance

For few brief moments it breathed life into my heart
An entity flowing with grace and harmony

Upon the new dawn I am able to look forth into the future and dream upon a world dreamt possible

When all eventuality passes, the entity of the divine force stumbles away
Relinquishing the very essence which made it whole
It abnegates all that was sacred and holy
It swoops down with great velocity to the mist of the unknown

While there it meets me, a soul buried within grime
A soul hoping for change and pleading escapism
It touches my hand, and I feel the remnants of her divinity
Now a mere lifeless feather amidst a world long forgotten

The Brick Layer

Toiling beneath an inferno
Mid day on an all summer year
Selfless infliction

The void takes form
Careful detail to layers and positions

The cornerstone artistry
An artist and his artistic work
A dwelling house for the masses
A shelter till all passes

The Memoirs of Cartaphilus Pt. 2

Life can sometimes be so empty
So unnourished and void

It’s confusing that something so trivial causes much confusion
The triviality on the other hand is void

It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing yourself
REALLY seeing yourself
Lifting your right hand raises your right hand

Time stops when we start focusing on the things that matter
Time starts when we try to catch that bus or hurry for that train

We never have time to think
When have you stood by yourself and wondered why is the sky blue?
Why does it feel like you’re uplifted from the clutches of injunctions when the mist of a drizzle embraces you?
Why do geese fly in a V formation?
Why do you relive Christ’s ascension when the wind strokes you gently on your face while caressing the fine hair atop your head?

I’m disenchanted for not embracing direction; sadly I'm much too confused to know which direction to go or what a ‘direction’ is, am I really feeling disenchanted?
I’m lost and am on the verge of implosion, an unnecessary necessity to change my discourse and life course

I once wrote:-

“Things happen for a reason?
Nope, there is only a reason after things happen
A reason for reasoning; life and its seasoning”

How wrong could I have been?

Maybe I’m confused because there is a reason for me to be confused
Or maybe it’s just a confusing reasoning? Or a reasoned confusion not so apparent?
Apparently, a reasoned reasoning isn’t as confusing as a confused seasoning
What a waste of my time,
I seem to have written all that for no apparent reason

Window

What is the matter?
I lack antimatter

Dancing amidst the cosmic frontier
Swaying to the interstellar blues
The avant garde Saviour on woodwinds

The mysticism of the sky Gods
I embrace the wisdom of the wise sailors
I live to live another day to experience life of another life

Transcending celestial matter
How I scatter?
The emotional soil of my existence
Fertilized with the convection of nature, space
Astral introspection

Subconsciously linked, the conscious reality
The mediator of life and death, earth
The enigma of the past, beckons in the future
Life and death intertwined, pure rapture

Wine

It runs through your veins
The very instincts that started man
Constrained by age old empires
Celebrated by new age movements

Love breathing through a physical medium
Inhaling the sweet aroma of passion
Exhaling your innermost desires
Sighing in relief at the thrill of survival

The moment comes when consummation becomes consumption
Breed is replaced with greed
Choking rationality, primordial mentality
When the membrane of love is crippled by the power above

The mindlessness of the event is sickening and repulsive
An orgy of the void, a celebration of nothingness
Emotionality nonexistent, placation of the self
An abyss of paradoxes uncovered within the depths of humanity

An exposé of the self is never wrong
It is the medium of expression which has been tarnished
Blur the blindness, uncover the sight
Relinquish the sterility, inject life

Come taste some Bordeaux

Do You Know My Name?

Do you know my name?
He whispered
The silk of humanity
Unstained
Apparent and transparent

God loves all His beings equally, eternal deliverance
God punishes those that sin, perpetual damnation

The eyes of the little man is the foundation of mankind
An exquisite bouquet of joy, intrigue and sincerity
Perceiving the world through his eyes, anti-Dramaturgy
Little Prodigy

Behold the last remnants of humanity
The nexus of utopia

I am being pursued by a pursuer
I am in pursuit of a pursuer
All in the pursuit of an everlasting race to fill our purses
Materialism, we’ve lost our purpose

Do you know my name?
Yes, I do. But I do not know mine

Covenant

The mingling of souls
The coming together of separate entities
Entanglement of life’s pleasures and hardships

A ship sets sail across the unknown
And settles upon the sands of a mystic land
So captivated are its crew men of the exquisite nature of the land
They decide to manifest upon it their dreams and visions

The island serves as medium for continued existence
Allowing for the divulgement of everyone
The gathering of sources never before palpable

Separation takes place
Communities within the separated arise
Cultures within the communities bloomed
A familial bond within members
A spirit of discontent deep within the crevices of the earth

Time passes and the elements wither
The surface of paradise has now become weathered and filthy
Tarnished with the dirt and scum of human waste
Sullen and dreary are the skies, reflecting the resentment that encumbers the land

The crater high up churns one day; spewing forth ash, fire and brimstone
The ooze of liquid anger cleanses the lands and placates the demonic invaders
Those that fight against it were tumbled and burnt mercilessly
Those that flee lost the very structure that kept them alive

“Haste, haste O mortal beings to your vessel and sail away,
Thou shall never be content with those whom you do not know!”

Such is the rule on human covenants

Cohabitating with a habitual cohabitant in an inhabitable habitat
Such is the story of human covenants

Man of Dreams

Adaptability is arduous
Self-doubt its antonym
Life being hampered from growth
Growth being hampered by nonentity

I strive to attain oneness with the environmental pillars
I fail miserably all under the pretence of personal integrity
Must I shed my life to attain the livelihood of the neo cultural web?
Can I shed my life to attain the livelihood of the neo cultural web?

My forefather did it with great vision
He gave way to a legacy which I’ve just come to realize
A precision and knack for the tinkling of melodies

I would think the starvation of the body and soul was his prime reason for transmigration
Desperation, Preparation, Configuration, Integration,
Initially, to store all ration
The Age of Coming spawns a generation
The Coming of Age calls for a celebration

How do I attain the great foresight of that man?
A man of honour, wisdom and piety
A man who knew too much but displayed too little
I sought your guidance now for I know you have led me once before

Please reach out to me and paint me a path
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood; help me identify the one less traveled

Man of Dreams,

Snails

They wander aimlessly through gardens
Nourishing and sustaining themselves
No harm done to the public or any civilian

They carry their homes with them, what fragility
They defend themselves with their sacred carapace
They wait silently till the air is silent
And proceed to make headway and prolong their lives
The tiniest pinch of salt ruins them, the smallest jab breaks them

Yet they are hated by many all because of fear
Masses have been slaughtered, incarcerated and incinerated
Their blood colored the land crimson
The stench of death engulfed the sweet scented daisies of the wilderness
Their homes annihilated, their children lost in time

Behind the pulpit, there stands a man filled with bloodlust and greed
He calls upon a well constructed stampede
Upon establishing his empire, hatred and violence form the creed
“Destroy this breed!” and “End its seed!”, he calls for

The snail, a harmless creature making its way through our paths
Leaving a trail; as a sign of its innocence
All that strife, for perseverance of life

Kissing

A fine delicate kiss (Osmosis of perpetual bliss)

Given by one with luscious lips (Convection of mental trips)

Savoured by a blind man on a throne (Conduction of an empyrean drone)

A man consumed by the pre-traditionalistic master servant relationship
Acknowledges his present state of indentured servitude
In present times, sadly the present is the past disguised
For the present that we all seek has lost its presence
Misrepresentations by a common man govern the day
All laced with superficial and malicious representations

With fiery passion she approaches him, lights dimming (He holds her gently and feels love, brimming)

She lays his hand upon her breast and her pulse transcends through his veins (He feels pride, power likened to a King who reigns)

She lays her lips on him and personifies an enchanting aurora gracing spires (He bestows upon her everything, her love is rewarded till he expires)

This my friends, is the noxious and nauseating world of kissing
Ass kissing that is!