A new existence

It is all falling apart bit by bit, crumbling into an unknown dimension morphing to be the new norm, Is it for better or for worse? we do not know But it will be different for sure we can all feel it A new existence is taking shape All we have to do now is…

There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside, the moon glimmering on its face like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world, Just sitting there casually, not seeming lost even though I feel it is, Staring into the slow flowing water with a wry smile on its face and feet dangling in the cool water playfully…

Wondering

I wonder if there is anything left in me to wonder, Apart from wondering about the wonderings of my mentally unstable psychosis, I guess I should wonder more, Or perhaps not, either way what is the point, I am as I am, Maybe I need to learn to leave myself alone at times, And so…

Like I give a damn

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
Riding high, with my favourite lie, I don’t know why, I wouldn’t feel, like the world is mine. Setting sight, on the rocky shores, Battering sea, soaking salt in wounds, like I give a damn. Falsity of my, forgotten believes, shrugging misconceptions, of my own damnation, I have…

Into the abyss of ignorance

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
Blindly strolling, on the pavement of despair, never knowing to smile, or stumbling upon a reason to do so, what life is this we lead, trying to find something, that needs not to be found, but to be experienced all around, on we go still, into the abyss…

Old Man’s Note

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
The wind is blowing furiously tonight, shaking every inch of the forest, knocking my little home with the will to break it; it usually does this time of the year. When I was young my mother used to tell me that angels come to sleep in this part…

To the depths of Hell

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
To the depths of hell I travel, Wondering if there is a way out from down below, To a new world where there is no heaven To hold me accountable for my crimes. To the depth I climb down, Caring not for the crown that I have build…

To the depths of Hell

To the depths of hell I travel, Wondering if there is a way out from down below, To a new world where there is no heaven To hold me accountable for my crimes. To the depth I climb down, Caring not for the crown that I have build through the tenacity of my own sound,…

Thought of the day

Progressive values of a human mind are a product of logic and reason applied to their very core with the sensibility of human emotions. And as such they come from unencumbered thoughtful prognosis within a defined societal framework – not from unexplained divine entities or from outdated books that strive to pigeonhole our existence into…

Living in a dying forest

I walk bewildered into a dying forest, Asking questions never to be answered, I rest myself down on the ground the green is not but ashes now, I just weep, Tears fall down my face till my heart relinquishes a roar of anguish, and then I cry even more, For there is nothing else to…

They see me

They see me, they always see me, with or without eyes, they see me, and when they do, they see right through me. I wish to escape, and hide away, in a secluded corner, where they will not be, but they gaze follows me, to the depths of hell and the heights of heaven. A…

Thought of the day

Variations of mental awareness within oneself limits their ability to deliver a truer prognosis of emotional confession – the one who delivers never has full control over their limitations and the one who receives does not understand the limitations of the deliverer. As the one who delivers struggles unknowingly in this process so does the…

Thought of the day

There is nothing like the things you do not know, because it is in them where your hopes may lay, till you prod your miserable senses along and shatter your fantasy – eventually everything disappoints, everything fades and in the dim moonlight of a quiet night – everything dies.

Demons

How far will you run? Till you realize, The demons live inside yourself.

Ni Plus, Ni Plus !

Torrid eyes see yonder, Come passion of rest, Wicked reasons let me be, Enough done, Ni plus! Ni plus! Doldrums of violent anger, What nonsense it speaks, Bon Dieu! Bon Dieu! Give meaning to peace. Treason, not hither not thither, Divine trust credits deceit, Silence thy killing daggers, My ale is going weak. Lament thy…

Thought of the day

A truly fulfilled human existence is both a selfish and unselfish one. You have to be selfish enough to find yourself, discover yourself in life – and once you have done that only then can you commit to true unselfish acts to further the cause and progression of human civilization.

The undying wait

I have waited a year more than a million now, for the day when I would see you again, It seems to me sometimes that day might never come, But I still stay here by my window in hope I wait, And sometimes I think if it is you that I wait for, Or if…

A lost feeling

I feel as if a feeling has been taken away from me, locked up in a cage somewhere without my knowledge hidden somewhere in the dungeons of despair, I do not know what is that feeling because I do not think I have ever known it, And now I do not think I will ever…