Euphoria for sale:

Tranquil,
blue pill.

The thing we always blindly grope for in life is not love, but satisfaction.

Perverse

Stranger, stranger, on the wall
Bleeding like a waterfall
What now, will you stay for tea?
Shall we ramble on humanity?
Nailed, you are, as a decoration
Use you, I will, for masturbation.

Mockery

Let's take an evening walk,
And never come back
For a few days.

Confusion: a dire affair,
A part of my mind died in there.

There's a fucking weasel in my ticker.

A bottle full of apathy,
For the world, and me.

Shy, shy love.

It is a pity, and a crime, the way so-called unwritten wisdom keeps us apart, waiting.
But what is wisdom, but a belief? And what is belief, without a proof? And what is proof, but just another belief?

I miss my auburnafternoons,
And daydream trips to the moon.

And, wild nights of sweet, subtle delight.

Shy, shy love. Are we bent on being secrets forever?

At least, I know now that I exist.
At least, the sea keeps me alive.

A toast

Confusion : a dire affair.
And so I write with careful air:
Here's to you, I declare,
And here is to your scarlet hair;
And here's to the sleepysummerrain,
Here's to you, againandagain;
Here's to auburnafternoons,
And our own reflections on coffee spoons;
Here's to our wildest night,
And drunken caresses in drunken light;
Here's to infatuation, and daydreams galore,
And to empty bottles rolling blindly on your marble floor;
Here's to ashtrays overstuffed with cigarette ends,
Here's to compromise, to make amends;
Here's to faliure, and advice,
Here's to the beginning of enterprise;
Here's to you, I declare,
And here is to your scarlet hair.

A boy by the sea

All around me, witness the sea
An eternal shrine of serenity.
And swirls of smoke float away, high
Into the redrush of the scarlet sky.
And clouds overhead, calling to me
Birds fly by, daydreaming, free.
Conifers of peace, swaying and wise
In this universe, nothing dies.
Wind in my hair holds me ever so dear,
Whispering lovesongs into my ear.
And what are waves but lullabies of Nature?
And what am I, but Her caricature?
Looking above, I spot the sun
And in fiery glaze, I see Everyone.

***

Tonight,

I am sitting on a rock by the sea. And I am witnessing the most beautiful painting in the world. A cold summer sun drowns the silent ocean in a glamorous shade of gold. The soft waves lap at the sand around me. I feel...peaceful. Like as if, nothing matters. Like as if, I am one with the elements. There is a boat in the distance, its silhouette bobbing sleepily. Calm. Islands smile at me from far, far away. Seagulls beckon me to fly with them. There are rocks playing hide and seek with me, showing themselves, and disappearing into the water with happy giggles. My mind cannot help but wander off deep into the cradle of the scarlet clouds above me. A blissful dream. I feel like a new-born child, caressed by a caring, secret breeze whispering lullabies in my ear. I feel like every step I take from here will take me further away from everyone else. No hassles. No troubles. Just love, and beauty. And, simplicity. What more can one want from the world?

Ah, this feeling.
I never, ever want to forget this feeling. This feeling in my heart that seems to scream into the very bones of my body, saying, "You belong, brother. You belong."

End

Stuck

You can run,
But you can't hide.
And no one there
To confide;
Apart from me:
I am you.
Your universe is,
Black and blue.
And you cannot crawl
From your brain.
Indeed, you are
To me, insane.
No one to share
Your blacksky view
Alter-ego's
Watching you.

Blackout

Distant sun,
Silhouettes,
All the birds return to rest.
Night creeps in,
Silently,
Moonlight floods the eyes of prey.

Shivering,
In the cold,
A hermit's dark abode:
Man lies dying,
Soft and still,
The sun remembers his grave.

By the lake,
In his world,
A poet writes a verse:
Cuts it off,
Writes again;
Perfection seldom stays.

Images
In my head,
Insanity slowly spreads.
Wipe them off,
Can't be done;
A conflict with the mind.

Hands go stiff,
Pupils wide,
Feels so light and bright inside.
Rush of liquid,
Through my veins,
Planned a vacation from this world,

Goodbye.