Truth Hurts but Lies Kill

Give me a good news to smile

Give me truth not seamed with a lie

Give me something that I can rely

Give me the stars, not the firefly

Hand me a cup of kindness and care

Hand me on a plate that I can bear

Hand me the answer to this nightmare

Hand me the portion that I share

Tell me what's wrong with this picture

Tell me why black just became blacker

Tell me what crushed the amber

Tell me why I suffocate in my chamber

Deceive gives no comfort

But spread the ill

Truth might hurt

But lies will kill

Wasn't It Me

When you lost your light

And your world so dark

You were in sadness and fright

Wasn't it me who sat beside?

When you entered the wrong aisle

Joy now you knew it wasn't real

You were blinded which is vital

Wasn't it me that you strangled?

When you decided to live on lies

You inflicted pain lows and highs

Bleeding at the end of your very knives

Wasn't it me who still gave you smiles?

After all those pain and fear

Isn't it me who's still here?

And now you found your way forward

Isn't it me you just slaughtered?

I Know...

I know its futile to try
I know I could never fly
Even if I'm the cloud giving rain
The desert will always return to dry

And I know its really useless
To end up feeling breathless
While denying the constant pain
Living life that is lifeless

I know the oceans are blue
Though I tried to paint it new
Drown again and again
In the wave of the same hue


Amidst the mirage I wander
Amidst the illusion truth asunder

To the Condor

I lay my mat to the condor
Amidst chimes above my door
The tick is stopping, I would let go

I tie my shoe to yesterday's dream
Wiping the spill over the brim
Chasing it out by shriek and scream

I refuse to burden i refuse to hold
The stinking corpse was not my gold
The ugly past was never my mold

Bridge that burnt, raft that stormed
Twice shy, twice been wronged
Empty nests, lack of pigeons

So I lay my mat to the condor
Digging everything out to the flow
The ticking stopped, I'm letting go

Things Left Behind

Mountains those climbed
Rocks those scaled
And cliffs those fell from
Are rivers those dammed
Forests those bared
Flats those dug

Those things left behind
Shrapnels of broken words
Truth like summer blossoms
Betrayal in the crimson spills
Are things left behind

Once left the bow
Flint head soaring through
And feathers that follow
No turning, neither twisting
Forward is the only motion

Those things left behind
Distant curses behind the curtain
Carcasses in the tunnel
Puppeteer smiled behind the mask
Are things left behind

Priority

Last to be picked
At the bottom of the stack
At the end of the queue

Something of no value
When it's here
You lifted and you threw
When it's gone
It won't bother you
Something of no value

It'd be too late to say
You cared all the way
When what you hold today
Out of your hand, far away

Last to be picked
At the bottom of the stack
At the end of the queue

Trusting the Untrusted

I'd hide the corpse with canvas
And the wound with cloth
I'd wipe the tears with a curve
And say everything is alright

I'd wear the mask to hide my face
And my black swollen eyes
I'd stay lost in this maze
And find my way in the starlight

I'd carry this pain with me
And bear it to infinity
I'd burden all the hurt within
And holding on left and right

I'd try to put my trust in you
And crying as I do
I'd try finding loyalty in untrusted you
And hoping for miraculous sight

Trusting you...
Trusting the Untrusted...

In the Cupboard

Hideous and disgusting
A secret tightly locked
Darker, even than nullified light
No eyes shall be rested on the face
No sense should catch the stench
No soul should know the existence
No mind should be allowed to ponder upon
Hideous and disgusting
Skeleton in the cupboard
Never shall you step outside
Hold on tight
Live with your might
With you, burdened the shame
Ripping through the name
Skeleton, inside the cupboard

Throw Me Away

Did I tell you how you make me feel?
Like an old toy floating in the sea
While the wave pushes me further adrift
Into what seems like an eternity
Waiting for someone who needs company
This game is something I failed to see
When I chose where I wanted to be
Now I don't know what is real
When you stay or when you flee
You giggle, you laugh cheerfully
I opened my eyes I saw solitary
Around me I can't see your glee
Do you really think that you own me?
Did you think that when you...

You pick me up
You throw me me away
We could fight as much as we may
You pick me up
You throw me away
We'll just make up another day
You picked me and now you throw me...
Away...

Did I tell you what you make me think?
Like an old toy stench and stink
An eyesore even to a blink
Waiting for the end of this hellish dream
The bore in my chest that you reamed
And you called it one of my stint
Closing your lid to this bleeding
It's spilling along the brim
When you turn and you grin
Plugged off from my scream
Yesterday you healed the wound clean
And now you jab another sting
You own me, is that what you think?
Did you think that when you...

You pick me up
You throw me me away
We could fight as much as we may
You pick me up
You throw me away
We'll just make up another day
You picked me and now you throw me...
Away...

Pinhead

Rewind the fabric
Peep at the burns
Ranges that were static
Between the flame turns
Dunce of a pinhead holding the lanterns

Anchor a moment while
In this new harbor
Nay, not for a smile
When lighted is the fire
Fool of a pinhead clinging in dire

Storm and the hail
Crushing green serenity
Sun of no avail
Cracked, seamed dignity
Dumb of a pinhead blinding reality

Out in the Field

Out in the field
The ground ain't flat
Squeezing my every will
Fell on my back
Oh so gray this field
The ground where I step
Often that I kneel
Again I get up back
Why this scorching field
As the sun be my hat
Dreams seem so real
Yet truth still in wrap

Heads

Gain will not that you think you own
Over the rail facades were shown
On the spikes of truth unknown
Disregarding the seeds yet not sown
_void
Bolstering the lance, flesh it bore
Yes, hexa-ritcher on the receptor
Elongating is no more

By the Branches

Like mistletoe to the bare oak
Like water to the leaking boat
Like air to the null vacuum
Like light to the dark room
Like grass to the open field
Like shark to the juicy seal
Like bee to the nectarous bloom
Like germ to the open wound
Like dirt to the clean shoe
Like heat to the exposed dew

There are sure things in life
Less you tried to break the ice
To stand I have to rise
But I'm holding by the branches
Holding by the weaken branches...

Morse of Remorse

In the Morse of remorse
The boulders of gross
Grind my teeth
and clench my fist
Ain't no mountain ain't no range
Crust moves by the quaking drain
It ain't gonna stay, never!
The birds that flew
The wind that follow
Stunned and uncontrolled
Scarred, the hideous clot
Slur the curse
Dread to rehearse
One after one
Said and undone
Light that shone over the dawn
At dusk it will be gone
Barge of rust cut across
Web the flow drag the anchors
Grab and grip at the knot
Slick spit threading the rope
Vibrating air hitting the drums
Nothing but hollow rhymes!
Sickening!
Ark that left the harbor
There's no wind but oak of row
That quest to the stone
To the mirror should be thrown
Like fire meets the gas
And citrus on open flesh
All around to disperse
Three sixty it scatters
Wiping clean nothing stay
Puff the phlegm into the haze
Back to the Morse
The Morse of remorse
!!!!

As the Sand Fall...

As the sand fall into the bottom glass
As the grain fills the cavity with mass
I am tending to my own wound, unrest

But every second is a new hurt
Every moment I'm hitting the dirt

For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say



As the sand fall like a high torrent
As the grain reminds me of my torment
I am tending to my own wound, lament

But every second is a new stump
Every moment I'm numbing the lump

For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say

Tell Me

So the throne is blinded from iris
And the path never cease to dim
Like the nightingale that sings
When thoughts of halt sinking in
Broken compass and torn map
Signs of uncertainties along the lines
The one oath that was never there
Words that could not be trusted
Linger and ready to wheeze
Wandering from nowhere
Through nowhere
Towards nowhere
Fatigue and distressed
With ever fading passion
So light the fire
Show what's behind the fog
Or tie these laces
Tell me to halt

The Gargoyle's Seed

As I'm watching...

yet the totem fell apart
into the red larva beneath
suffocated amidst the fumes

yet the larva settled at last
cultivate the new land
for a gargoyle to bury its seed

yet came shooting a strong bark
shades of leaves for rovers
breezes of wind for vagabonds

yet the flowered branches never bear
blooms withered, and peeking out again
nothing fell for the feed

yet new seeds pushing their way
through the petals and spores
only to die halfway

yet fruit of longing will not grow
for it was destined to sleep
or fall into the fire

As I'm watching....

Like an Arrow

like an arrow
not a boomerang
.
.
.
.
(that's all)

Displeased Chameleon

Why am I red
when I'm out in the field?

Why am I blue
when I'm clinging in the forest?

Why am I green
when I'm swimming in the sea?

Layered pigment betrayed me
Gleeful iris tricked me
Gland of mucous lied to me
A displeased chameleon

Tracing the Winding Trail

How many years have it been?
since I scaled my will on this very path
carved my dream on this very heart
and heart of yours
your souls where I pay my tribute
and my debt of gratitude
How many years have it been, friends?
since we planted the seed
of the creeping shrub?
Here I am, out to trace
the long lost trail that we grazed
searching for the same willow
once I saw from my window
May along this road
I'll see the me, the very me
That I used to be