Now to Reality

just feelings about the world we live in

It feels so dizzy and can’t move my head,

Seems as if I am drugged dead,

Tell me a fable where no children cry for a mother,

And put me off to sleep when my soul craves for another,

 

Resounding voices echo in my head,

Shunned by holiness I read satanic verses instead,

Pupil dilates with visions of apocalyptic dark red skies,

Screaming till my inners greet me with forsaken goodbyes,

 

Beneath the skin Hell is alive and well,

Premature twisted emotions are rarely tractable,

Sophistry takes thee over to find gold dust,

And stanches the sinuous nectar of one-eyed lust,

 

Partisans of wilderness growl against philistine tribes,

Into perigee of nothingness haunts unreal lives,

Glossy plastic burns with noisome taste,

Another artist’s resume goes to waste...

 

Obloquy of society seems to heal thy morals,

Metamorphosis of words into action’s rivals,

Macerate into the darkness for not-so-well-endowed,

The foliage of space-time says this is what it’s all about...

 

For if thou crave for a mellifluous flow of unconditional morality,

If thou think thy art a slave of inveterate tyranny,

Take thy indolent steps to damned world of grief,

Where friends and foes of the Holy ones in the same bed sleep...