Is It Your Own?

When you start to feel it

Taken over by those beyond

Who say it’ll all be fine

And before you know it

You’ll be back home

Familiar, yet dissimilar

Lost track of what’s known

Signs point away

They’re all here to stay

Without reason to go

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Lotus Collaboration (Part VI)

Inwards I fall and fall and fall perpetual into an empty centre of mirrored illusion
I see reflections of another and look upon and ponder
But ponder and wonder still the stillness of it shakes me
By virtue of the fallen they’ll think of lesser men who’ve reigned
Men and man and I is same and whole the reign does not stretch far enough
But enough to know who knew the lost in times of thoughtless hours
So lost and still the body roams lusting for a life it was promised
Blissful thinking but yet sinking to the depths of the mindless drone
And such a steady drone to ring and rattle through ears and minds so madmen might yield
Falling to their knees to speak of entities who pass judgement without will
Now I wallow and weep on dirty knees and no ones there not anyone I want at least
Leave me with the thoughts of this silent melodic corpse, only the dead know restless sleep
And let me sleep and sleep until time and end so I might yet reach peace
All I seek is a timeless realm where we can dwell until the end
So soft in sleep the body is set free, return to soil rebirth
The earth in which we’re spawned, waiting for our restitution

Beckon born and self so pure and wilted are the doubt
Worries and all the cautions to birth anew
A blossom to be an absolute
The lotus.

Lotus Collaboration (Part V)

Like emerald eyes, the millpond rise
Soft subtle touch and the brow to calm
By word of tongue, by words to come
And heel and heel the ‘I’ succumbed

So too we, the luckless lynched and ghostly
Strung we hang on toes tipped by pointless pressure pushed
As if the suns settle is to bring forth the new age

Rest not on the whim of wandering stars
But rest on the dreams of the shimmered shores to pass
Only for a while least to the wild hungry ocean starts nipping at your feet

Come forth the dawn, come forth to truth
Speak as if the one true prophet of a god who wasn’t there
Paradise awaits you as only you know it so
But paradise’s lost and kings are cruel
Demonic myths from the throne of lost promises.

Lotus Collaboration (Part IV)

Desolated he stood, with palm empty to match his mind
Selfish feet fall hard on soft sidewalks soaked in night
Secluded by the shadows that watch vigilantly from afar
Weak words wont settle the settled son

Classy cats with crooked hats whisper riddles in his ear
Silver tongues peel back the blinds of bottomless gutter holes
Surrounded by fortunes folly as they falter to and fro
And gather go and go between the children on the street
Dreaming as they wander, as if ignorance was a blessing

Oh praise! Oh praise! What do we see when shivers trick the eye?
Blinded by the past as we’re left to wonder why
What speaks on winds from valley mouths
Language of a tribe where the speechless speak with purpose
Know the voice of age and dust

So sudden does it end, where dawn meets dusk
Bright the field of future gold
Speaks the story of timeless old
New whispers in the wellspring soul
As our spirit leaves this world, worry not, for there are others to fill the role

Deviant masks count slow songs from tapered lips
As if all they know is the script they’re given.

Ambiguously Biblical

So too came the momentary lapse of clairvoyance
Masqueraded by thoughts
Of a long forgotten rein
Just a muse through the winter months
Made immortal believe it true
Thoughts of you came ringing out
Constrained to fortunes folly
A hollow, haloed, Secunda mist
Orbited by dusks moon
Sleepless dreams followed.

Agra Tales

Majestic as it stood. showcased by the ever-rising sun
Without registering the much desired emotional response, I approached with wide eyes
The kind of smoke-stained eyes you’d see at 6am in the Indian summer
Captured imagery and imagination could not encompass what laid before me
And yet I was left wanting more
As if the thirst of my childlike idealisation had not been quenched
Perhaps my self-composed recluse
Personified by tales of a fallen fabled foe
Where reasons for my anticlimactic rise
Are left to let the alter-ego glow

Surrounded by the symmetry of the shadowed wondrous behold
Where the voices in your head speak in riddle
As the lawless rules of time runs linear as if by will
Before their eyes they’ll see the fallen
The inter-dimensional sphere of solitude.