Stealing sweet salt
Seals the silent sunrays.
Serenity is strangely sad
With you .
Heresy:Anguis Britannicus I
Morgan woke up early.The mist hadn't dissipated yet.Slighly dizzy he went out to breath some fresh air,than he remembered,proffesor Septimius would come today.A quick smile flashed over his face,he liked Septimius, he wasn't the kind of man to make compromises,truly fanatic about his philosophy,he embraced the old ways of the greek thinking with a slight twist because he was an atheist.He'd come to Brittannia from Mediolanum to avoid both christian and pagan persecutions.
-Don't follow this religious nonsense,he used to say,you only have one life.Be self disciplined and focused on what you do and never let anyone break your beliefs.Septimius would also teach him ,beside philosophy ,the roman art of orathorial speaking
Father Bernardinus,a respectable priest from the nearby church, on the other side was teaching him the holy scripture.His father insisted:
The Eye of the Storm
The Eye of the Storm
As passion seems to rise from fear,
The fear of throwing in a gaze,
I'm stealing now the truth so near
To the forbidden end you praise.
Completion of the vicious circle,
It strangles me as blood is leaving now my face.
The quest of finding any mortal
That cannot leave this earth without a trace.
I'm touching ground and walking blind
With no more sins now left to mourn.
No path ahead,no path behind,
A traveller inside the storm.
Another step into the right direction,
You watch yourself as goddess of the kin.
Another turn to misconception,
I'm ripping carefully your skin.
You try to scream forbidden words
Envisioning ecstatic sins.
A prayer to the pagan lords...
I'm touching now your inner strings.
The bleeding wax is deconstructing realms
By binding torture in the clash.
Rebirth is near and then it dreams
The elevated clergy of the flesh.
The Beast Within
The Beast Within
The hidden marshes that bestow the gift
Keep luring in and then they hatch
To rip again and then deceive.
Unearthly beasts and angels rise in violence
As i am kissing up your ears and neck.
They're breaking down the silence
As you break.
The poison of my skin and the demonic scents.
The signals that you keep on sending
Whenever you might think it ends,
She's sliding now,along the walls,
Ignoring all,but all of us,
Unable to resist the casual calls,
Pretending that the hope is lost.
Among ourselves ,she raises now the glass
Without the slightest sense of worry.
Forever knowing she's the last...
A master in the bussiness of marking territory.
She's touching now,electrified sensations
The scarring of our souls,the beauty of her face
A war without a declaration...
A senseless love lost now within a maze.
The sun is melting down into a cup of coffee.
Gray,weary rainbows of nicotine addiction
Are touching up the ceiling in a sublime decay.
Enlightened silence brings its own destruction
Forever missing the sanest of the noises,
It shuffles down a bare, cruel laughing
And folds itself by killing off a rumour,
A tingling rumour of some odd corruption.
The crowd of empty souls is building now its coffin
Without the slightest sense of logic,but with reason,
And with their health intact as they are coughing
A hunt begins for one that does not say.
For they have felt the way to that odd something...
To lead,not push,the darkened reason into gray.
The Desecrated Forest
The Desecrated Forest
I'm running through the forest of my fears
Destroying puny anthills on the way.
The green serenity stops capturing...It disappears...
Machine like steps keep hammering the silence that i lay.
The choking smoke of burning leaves
Keeps drying up the blood inside my veins.
The dirty pools reflect the desecrated trees,
A snail is crawling on the void it claims.
The blackened sky keeps angering a nonexistent god,
By mirroring itself in grinded flesh and hollow breath.
Demented sponge like creatures keep reaching for their mud
As they surrender quietly their death.
Forgefulness surrounds me and I kneel,
I'm watching smiling and i yell,
For i have seen the truth behind the veil...
Another vision of my hell.
The Journey to the NorthI walk alone the train is empty.
Some child laughs,his mother holds him tight.
I watch the snowflakes,still so tempting.
The frozen windows keep flowing through the night.
A sudden halt,the snow is showing power,
Alarming rumours of uneasiness and cold.
The people though don't act like cowards...
They all seem happy,wise and old
So after many frozen moments
The shadow of these rails is real again.
There are no promises of torments...
I'm careful as i disembark the train.
But nothing could prepare me for the frostbite.
Through all the snowy storm,i feel again alone,
A simple smile though,barbaric like a sunrise,
I smile for i have made my journey home.
DechristianiseI'm watching as you try to reach
My truth,your truth and all of our lies.
I cannot understand the beauty of this leech
That keeps you slave.You cannot rise...
The rigid crisp morality you follow
I bend with easiness and pride.
This warm and useless faith...so hollow
I break... and then you tell me that you've cried.
You bathe yourself in masochistic sorrow
And drying up yourself in some sadistic dreams.
I beg of thee be free tomorrow
And feel again the flow of life within your limbs.
dancing on a tightrope
I am dancing on a tightrope,
springing toes eloping with
the gentle slope, the soft incline.
My hands are warm, entwined with air
that faintly shines (still echoing
with your delight). My fingers smile.
And as you sing, your sunset words
now send me undeterred to meet
the height of birds. And step for step,
no fear and no regrets have I:
my safety net--it is the sky.
Dance of a HeartbeatAs I lay me down to sleep
Should death, ever, my soul reap
This love I shall always keep
In your name, steadfast, I hold on
Our common ground a special bond
That sees me to the coming dawn
When day breaks across the sky
The soft heartbeat that holds me by
Will help me find the reason why
Two hearts in a spiral pattern meet
They dance to the same beat
Softly we feel the heat
Loves compassion holds our soul
Two hearts combined to be whole
Yin and Yang balanced the final goal
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
The MelodyI could be your melody
help you write a symphony
succumb to the memory
live out the fantasy
like a song inside my head
remembering the dreams
folding into everything
As we rewrite the rules
I could be that melody
won't you write me that symphony
succumb to that memory
dreaming a fantasy
As reality repeats
Scared to approach
but I break all the rules
folding into you
I could be a melody
write for you a symphony
succumb to my memory
find my own fantasy
I'm on a roller coaster
The music pulls me closer
There's nothing left to say
better out of the way
I could sing a melody
backed by that symphony
broken that memory
created my fantasy
I could find that melody
a whole new symphony
let go the memory
I am that fantasy
MemoryMemory is like the tide,
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.
At times it's calm
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.
It's violent, too
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.
In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.
of heart beats-
an awkward, painful
fluttering like heavy snowflakes
struggling to stay afloat in the empty expanse of somber sky
fearing, not the iniquitous fall from grace, but the scolding caress of the torrid earth below.
MusicAs I turned the music on,
Lyrics ran in my head.
For them few minutes of that song,
I forgot I wanted to be dead.
Sifting into my soul,
The song is on repeat.
These words make me whole,
They will not take defeat.
Music is all I live for,
Lyrics is all I crave.
If only they were the words of a friend,
Maybe then I can be saved.
-Bisexual-They said Im so greedy
They said Im so unfair
Its only sex that I want
And feelings I dont care
They said Im not happy
If I couldnt stick to one
They said my love is empty
And sincerity is none
You just dont know what it feels like
To be called unjust
To be called restless
And a slave to lust
Who are you to judge me
On how I should live
I am also human
Who sin and forgive
They said I play safe
They said Im a coward
I switch when I like it
And get all the reward
They said Im confused
But that is not so
I am just free to choose
Love is for everyone I know.
SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.