In disparate quotes, my god emotes
Slowly I watch my destiny unfold
Perpetual journeys in sinking boats
No sunken treasure. No pirate gold.
Melancholia reigns, and anger remains
My eyes wrapped in celluloid dreams
My patience in it’s captivity drains
No retribution. Just a void that screams.
This lunacy’s spree, it sets me free
But freedom was never a goal contested
I prayed but just for the sight of thee
Ah! But my prayers were self-infested
This lycanthrope, once tied to a rope
Now freely howls under waxing moon
He asks with whom did his fortune elope?
And why the fuck did she leave so soon?
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Bubblegum Requiem By: suraj sharma 3 comments
I am a man whom nobody loves
Because for a living I sell balloons
And make condoms out of surgical gloves
For her majesty’s urging platoons
Into me they push their pins
And I tie my mind in rubber bands
Am I not proud of these sins?
Must she grant all their demands?
They chew me and they spit me out
They’ll never write me a requiem
And I don’t have a fucking doubt
For I’m not a fucking bubblegum
I’m fed drips of melting plastic
I’m made to lick burning tires
And kismet’s motives are rarely scholastic
But I’ll live and learn till will expires
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Because for a living I sell balloons
And make condoms out of surgical gloves
For her majesty’s urging platoons
Into me they push their pins
And I tie my mind in rubber bands
Am I not proud of these sins?
Must she grant all their demands?
They chew me and they spit me out
They’ll never write me a requiem
And I don’t have a fucking doubt
For I’m not a fucking bubblegum
I’m fed drips of melting plastic
I’m made to lick burning tires
And kismet’s motives are rarely scholastic
But I’ll live and learn till will expires
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The Laughing Tunnel By: suraj sharma 0 comments
Run away and hide, girl,
Reality’s askew
And when you lost your pride, girl,
Trouble found you
Someday you‘ll reach Neptune, dear
Someday you’ll touch the stars
But what becomes of this usurped fear?
That lives beneath your scars
I’d like to see you on a laughing spree,
Mouth gaping like an open funnel
That’s when it will occur to me,
That it’s an evil, laughing tunnel
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Reality’s askew
And when you lost your pride, girl,
Trouble found you
Someday you‘ll reach Neptune, dear
Someday you’ll touch the stars
But what becomes of this usurped fear?
That lives beneath your scars
I’d like to see you on a laughing spree,
Mouth gaping like an open funnel
That’s when it will occur to me,
That it’s an evil, laughing tunnel
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Sleepwalker By: suraj sharma 0 comments
Wake up, brave sleeper,
Thor’s hammer strikes the midnight’s gong,
Wake up, slave reaper,
And heed not the sleepy cradlesong
Wake up, destiny’s unlearnt mistake,
And in the milky moonlight bathe thy ebony hide,
Awaken! You fool! Your existence is fake,
Awaken, and follow the rising tide
Walk on the thread on which you let clothing dry,
Walk on the hollow construction girders,
Walk on, against your equilibrium’s cry,
Walk! I command you, And commit seven murders
Step over sanity’s restricting threshold,
Step over see-saws and step over swings,
Step over to this side, come now, be bold,
Step on the instincts your drowsy conscious brings
Saunter, across these ill illuminations,
Beyond these, there are great fields of corn,
Tread across the roads that join great nations,
Damnations! You should’ve heard that big truck’s horn!
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Thor’s hammer strikes the midnight’s gong,
Wake up, slave reaper,
And heed not the sleepy cradlesong
Wake up, destiny’s unlearnt mistake,
And in the milky moonlight bathe thy ebony hide,
Awaken! You fool! Your existence is fake,
Awaken, and follow the rising tide
Walk on the thread on which you let clothing dry,
Walk on the hollow construction girders,
Walk on, against your equilibrium’s cry,
Walk! I command you, And commit seven murders
Step over sanity’s restricting threshold,
Step over see-saws and step over swings,
Step over to this side, come now, be bold,
Step on the instincts your drowsy conscious brings
Saunter, across these ill illuminations,
Beyond these, there are great fields of corn,
Tread across the roads that join great nations,
Damnations! You should’ve heard that big truck’s horn!
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Mother By: suraj sharma 1 comments
Didn’t I tell you I could fly?
Didn’t you call me Icarus’s son?
Mother, now watch me as I die -
And I’ll watch you as you come undone
Wasn’t it me you didn’t want to see?
Am I not the one you so abhor?
Catch a glimpse as I play with gravity
Mother, I just jumped from the twenty-first floor
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Didn’t you call me Icarus’s son?
Mother, now watch me as I die -
And I’ll watch you as you come undone
Wasn’t it me you didn’t want to see?
Am I not the one you so abhor?
Catch a glimpse as I play with gravity
Mother, I just jumped from the twenty-first floor
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- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.