Light through the crevice

Light through the crevice

A picture of light pouring down through a crack on a wall of rock.

Deadmau5 - Strobe

The day you left me...

The day you left me
I was devastated
tears silently crept out
like fearful children
for the first time
since they last crept out
many a year ago
the taste of freedom
ever overwhelming
as the taste of salt
in the seaward breeze

I once said to you
it's been a long time
since I've cried
and you said to me
as I could recall
you'd reap those tears of mine
in a bottle kept close to your heart
knowing I'm weeping for you
yearning for your presence
wishing I could spend every waking minute
with you

You dismissed as impossible
everything I yearned for
knowing I'm powerless
to keep you from leaving me
time and again
a merciless cycle
threatening to break me
slowly it did
more so as I dread
every day
of the day you grow weary
of me...

Love's Divine

Life was a drear before I met you
a ray of sunshine piercing through
the vapidity of a faceless affair
clinging on to me before
persistent like a leech
now a mere memory, fragments
dancing in your brilliant dazzle
as I see you sway before me
through a prism that is our love
your face
a thousand times angelic
a thousand times pristine
a thousand times symbolic
of who you are
my love...

Till...

Till the moon crumbles and falls into sea,
till the stars fade out into the sable sky;
Till all could love and peace come to be,
till the clock stops ticking, heaven nigh;
Till the ever sane starts to babble like me,
till shooting stars be exotic wishes to fly;
Till first light in deepest trench forever lie,
till someday I grow weary of You and I,
for as far as Eternity stretches into a tree,
my love for you will stay true and always high...

Inspired by 'As', from Stevie Wonder:

Of indulgence and squalor, the city reeks from every corner, immortalized by a sudden scream, the steamy night's impaler, that no one had taken notice of, blood trickling down their empty sockets, their eyes left to boil amid the fetid ripples of froth in an underground casket. By the streets, mendicants lay crumpled in afterthoughts of bullions and empty cups in hand, all witnessing the parade trudging by, with ravenous eyes on its wake of entrails and gore in the city's sand, till could they hold it no more, and began scooping everything up with their cups into their mouths, an orgy like no other, where a soul was pried free of its body, which lay in the embrace of worldly obsessions now reduced to ashes like a broken marionette, with its scream, a parting gift to this world, a herald of its own destruction in everyone's insanity...

Ah, yes... Due to my being deprived of any human company to entertain my incredibly cynical excuse for a brain, I have given birth to a new voice from the warped pieces of sanity lingering on in the deepest recesses of my mind for my amusement, and I have decided, after much pondering and instant noodles, to name it after my imaginary kitten call Fur-ball the Second. It was a bad move. A bad move indeed. The discrepancies we shared range from my own thoughts to... virtually about anything else there is to disagree and doubt. I despise it. Now it's saying that the feelings' mutual. Must have been that after reading how Deadpool had conversed with the voices inside an equally warped, disfigured brain throughout the graphic novel that I had so fortunately stumbled across a few days in a book store bearing an unbelievably expensive price on its plastic wrapping that I without much compunction had ripped it out after taking it off the bookshelf and is now currently on its way, in a tight little ball within the core of which lies another ball of plastic wrapping that had once belonged to the servings of instant noodles at present, I believe, now pushed out of my ass and flushed down the drain, to an incinerator to be reduced into ash and putrid fumes. I may have digressed a little...

So, beware, Furball the Second is watching You and I...