Spirts

“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy 

I've been reading the true lies that you hide in the darkest of places. Not only does it describe the omnipresent laughs that sound about at night, it condors and cultivates the half bread dead beats who roam about at night looking for a peace of mind. Before we make such accusations of who is the rightful person to behold the eternal blessing of the so inspired spiritual beings, let us take a look back at history where the Gods ruled the planet and legends where born. 

Dante sure knew exactly what he was doing.

The Spiritual Journey in Dante’s Divine Comedy – Part 5 (Paradiso)

 

 

 

Make-up the lies for friends

On the waves that fall right on your spine and skin

they prickle me so lightly sending goosebumps real horrorshow.

Turn down any loose offers that promisse life to be easy

it's better than traveling without a heart in your chest.

And I'll do anything you ask for

anything you cry for

anything you begg for.

Talking about what you did last night is so retro,

that boy you kissed last night what was his name?

Blush up you look so pale, people will start to think your dead.

His breath is now the only think you crave for,

so lets start a riot to disrupt our social scene.

She'll start a fire now so hot it turns us on.

She'll start a riot now

She'll start a revolution.

Hey, did you wash your face?

All that make-up is waterproof so whats the use.

Instead draw another layer on for fake smiles with hollow laughs.

Don't fall in love with time for he is taken.

I have to fly south, oh, Texas is so far away.

Oh the rain that sings a white noise symphony and sonnet

they hold me so close forcing nerves of admiration for the clouds.

Real horrowshow.

Chapter 1

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

In The Beginning

 For as far I can remember the only thing that kept me sane on the way down, was the very smell of burning feathers and melting gold. I had disobeyed Him for the last time, but this time it was His final judgement. A turbulent act. An act that would lead to war fought by the living and the dead. You see for when I fell, the fire must have incinerated something that was necessary for the survival of a so called "human heart".

The darkness consumed me, devoured my soul, tucked it neatly behind a very dark corner in a very dark room. When I finally reached La Terra the ground must have sensed me coming, for it opened up like the Venus Plant and shut its gates closed blowing every light into darkness. There I sleept for a thousand years in a woe full slumber, constricting and corroding me, under the earth beneath the sea until I saw the light.

Guide to the use of the Heart

Mindful thoughts you wonder, but its not that simple as he implies.
Sinfull stress yearns aloud, sharing whats there and whats not.
I'm still not leaving anyone behind for there is more to my heart than one contemplates on.
And on and on you speak and say no words, in one ear out the other.
How I dream of home and being at peace, reaching nirvana is my only desire.

The ticking clock

The future is near never far to dismay, and our lives are so close to un play.
Those damn pigs laugh outloud to their sins. Hypocritical bastards.
Breathe as I've said and exhale to the tumbled.

Dear composer,
Those awful memories come back to haunt the innocence of the day, beckoned scornful. How the hollows hang dangling in demise abandoning  sunfilled shelters indulging on the silent joys that many seem to take for granted.
Throb so loud inside this cage.
Heartless figures crave upon me, wanting no more but the love inside. Remember those ministers who cried to a sleeping king, the amount of backpains arose suspicion on me, granting me the perspective of a sage.
Now I'll save my words for another time.
Keep on reading and wishing for the rest.

Closer to the Light

Lets forget all that we knew,

tame all our temptaions,

give malificent advise to our kin.

All anew and all dissmised,

the skin dries up with foreboding tones,

tears play out the cello,

an orgasmic sound rumbles in and out.

Even killing these last few seconds,

holds me closer and tangles tight.

I blew out the last candle,

out flies sparks corrosing and colapsing  the light.