Friday, September 19, 2008

The Raver's Anthem

FABLING UTOPIA, POLITICAL ASTRAY
ADDICTED TO THE RYTHEM
HUNGRY FOR THE SOUND

CHEMICAL JUNKIE OR DEMON CHILD
WORSE HAVE BEEN CALLED
FAMILY LOST, FAMILY FOUND
TECHNOLOGICAL TRIBE
NO COUNTRY, NO HOME

PROPHET-LESS RELIGION
MOTHER EARTH'S SPAWN
SEEKING THE MYSTIC MUSIC
READING SACRED LYRIC-LESS BOOKS

SEE, SMELL, TASTE, HEAR
BUT MOST OF ALL FEEL
LIVE IN THIS MOMENT
WHILE GOD SPEAKS OUT

TRANSCEND INTO THE PULSE
FROM CONCRETE TO CLAY
FROM STEEL TO WOOD
AWAKE, DAWN THE ROOTS

BURN THE STICKS
DECODE THE COLORS

SPREAD THIS HARMONY
TOLERATE THE UNKNOWING
LOVE THE SIMPLE

UNIT WITH THE ONE
FREE YOUR SOUL

THE NIGHT MAY END,THE SYSTEMS MAY BURN
THE SUN MAY RISE & THE MIND MAY SHUT
BUT THIS MOVEMENT WILL BEAT STRONG
FOR YOU AND I WILL DANCE ON & ON..

A RAVER'S MUSIC BEATS FOREVER IN HIS HEART.

Uncovering Utopia

I contemplate a little,
And initiate on my inner call.
I ask ridiculous questions,
On who and what I am for?

Am I answerable for my doing?
Am I with coherent justification?
Am I what everyone sees me to be?
Am I to be blamed for my actions?

It’s not effectively correct to ask
But who am I, without this society?

The Friend, The family...
…Forming the very fabric of my fundamentals

Then the laws of the region
…And the imprudent notion that I control everything

Concluding I am what I am….
Because of what has happen to me?
Because of whom my parents were?
Because of the era I was born into?
Because of the friends I chose?
Because of the faith I blamed?
Because of the love I gained and lost?
Because of everything, everywhere, everyone.

But then again,
It could just be me…
….And how “I” have reacted to it all?

Awaiting my Sequel

As I bleed and soak it with my soul…
I shed a tear for the golden years..
Of you and I,
And your beautiful smile

Echoing laughs into my hallow past
Oh how I miss you dear

It’s not fair, we were so darn right
Jealous eyes marks us for the kill
Stop blaming yourself
And venting your pain

It was so much more than just the end

I wouldn’t change a single thing
No a fight, not even the final sight
It’s funny how we toiled and toiled
Searching for the perfect home
Only to find out that we had left it long ago.

Now we sulk in our silent prayers
Locking demons on dear ones
How hate become so crystal clear
Pouring out from everywhere

Its not you, it’s not me
It’s the world that cannot see

And then I say to you as I always did
Be happy, don’t even cry a bit.
Life is long and until it finally ends
You have to live on and keep our memory alive

For not all love stories end in marriage…
Some leave it incomplete
For another life
for … A Sensational Sequel

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One from the attic...

old ones... I do like it

PAGANISM

When time was young
And man chose to speak in tongues
A race stood mighty and strong
Making the others to hide and run

As time flew & ancient teachings dissolve
Thousand factions rose from one
Dominating pagans to call on a resolve
Slowly diminishing it to almost none

Beliefs came into exist
Preaching man and as the almighty
Some messiahs, Some as saints,
Some misinterpreted to being the deity

Salved into the new order
Or perish as unholy rebels of GOD
A choice of being hung or slaughtered
All in the name of a religion and their lord

It not easy to comply
When everyone seek further more
Only to be shown a broken defy
But ironic it is..... every religion has paganism as it's core.

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copyright(c)2007 sixthjan

sorry its just a hurried write written for a friend who believe in it! my gift to u mate!

Opaque me...

Swallowed by the clouds,
I clink on to her womb.

I could see
the glitters below
and the glitters above

Caressing my bottom
the winds tease me
Chilling my warm core
Burrrrrrrrrh!

Just a little afraid
I peeked out a little more
then I sneak back in

I listened carefully
As my celestial friends talk on
It is in my nature
To eves drop on their story
I didn’t know what else to do
So I piece what ever I could
This little world of mine
like broken Lego


I waited and waited...
It was all I could do

Soon,
Morning will dawn
Brightening the skies and ending the darkness
Only then will we know if I'll burn away
Or will I drop to the scorned ground below
No one knows,
Not you,
Not even I
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Prequel to my older write “Foreign Rain”

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Dream weaver .... ( Inspired by Niranjana )

These dangling drops of rain
Moist soil of winter vain,

You can’t make me go away
For I am here to only stay

Take this rose and simply say
Hidden word of love today

This facade of hide and seek
Or your mood to not even speak

Take a risk and come to me.
Through the window down the chimney

I wait for you in your garden
Please relieve me of this burden

It is you I always need
Like fire flies on a feed

A numb face with eyes dancing
Angelic mom without wings

Come to me, leave your mind
Do something real, cruel or kind.

Today let me be the Dream weaver
And you my fairy tale …

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Just my imagination... i dont even know her in person.