It's Been A While

It's been a while since time stood still,
Since the rain hit my window sill,
I sit perched in a lingering thought,
In search of the reality or fantasy I forgot,
The merging lines of definition,
Seemed to be a flawless addition;

It's been a while since the clouds were shaped,
Since I picked and pointed random gates,
Wondering which path to pick,
Spinning a random stick,
Following the unknown night,
Wishing that choice was right;

It's been a while since I found,
The words to depict my sounds,
A peek into the mind of frazzle,
Where nothing would dazzle,
And pitch dark coldness would encase,
The thoughts of another taste;

It's been a while since a cold foggy night,
Rolled in hovering over street lights,
The chill shivered quietly in the corner,
Wondering how much longer,
And wishing for the warm,
To take away from the brewing storm;

It's been a while since reminiscence,
Since memories ran self sufficient,
Like a slide show in my mind,
Not pausing to find,
Any detail or line,
And in itself we lost time...

Faded

The sunset faded away,
Turning from the shades to grey,
Opening into the night,
Of dimly lit sparkling light,
Shadows they creep around,
Undetected and seemingly unfound,
Merging into streets and walls,
Like the surrounding forgotten calls.

Street lights glow afar,
Like a thousand fireflies in a jar,
The twinkling water stream,
Runs into my vivid dream,
And the cold breeze wraps itself around,
And in its grasp I am tightly bound,
A chill to fear, A chill to forget,
That night that seemed like a threat.

Giving up on the tide,
That would have taken me in its glide,
I lie around as pictures swarm,
Memories that were tightly bound,
Placed in a far part of my mind,
Unravel and reveal themselves, all kind.

And as the sunset faded away,
Everything I had to say,
Lay buried underneath my skin,
Lingering and burning within,
And as I wrap up my belongings,
And crave for warmth and longings,
Come out of the shadows and walk me home...

Changes

Life is full of these obstacles that as we grow we are supposed to overcome. They are supposed to mould us into the people that we are one day to become. At every moment everything, the tiniest of details, surrounding us are going to be incorporated into the life we make ours out to be. Subconsciously and consciously, we make moves, decisions and choices that inadvertently have some outcome or consequence. At every step we are modifying, making life into something more than a thing, but something more.

At each stage we are trying to find the comfort in something. Kind of like that lived in feeling. That feeling of slipping into an old t-shirt, or lying on the mattress you've been sleeping on since you were seven, that smell of your parent's cupboards, the familiarity you have with your ceiling fan or that unexplainable sensation of 'home'. In each thing we do, or see we try to find that sense of belonging. The perception that we have is moulded into something that's more than just a glance of some item, or retention of a random piece of information. The way we look at things changes over time, distinguishing between what is truly important and what in some way is just some frivolity.

As things modify they change the sensation that each factor brings into the overall equation of our lives. The existence we are so used to knowing and living in, when in a way it is snatched away from the reality of situations that we are too used to, it seems like another world is overtaking our lives.A changing force acts upon the still state of rest of our lives and suddenly what seemed to already be in a state of motion, gets spiralled into some other crazy path of motion.

In that spiralling force, where you find that balance or state of equilibrium is another struggle. And though life carries on to be this hard earned prize money for the struggle and mental confusion that one goes through, the winnings sometimes just cannot be collected.

The whirlwind romance that ones life has with change is one of those eternal love stories that are not ending anytime in the near future. As the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds carry on, the power exuded by one onto the other grows into something that in the long run tends to be beneficial. So as we grow, we gain, knowledge and insight into our surroundings and through that we adapt to be something that I think sometimes we never even thought possible until that fraction of a second modifies that one thought of who we were, are and can become...

Dark

The grey gets deeper,
As the shaded tones spark up,
And as it merges into the black of your form,
I feel like running.
I don't pick the direction anymore,
Towards or away,
My feet guide me and I move,
The spinning motion makes me sick,
The lurching stop can't be fixed.

How do I get through,
The gates that won't break,
Or jump the wall,
That gets higher with every breath I take.
The mountain I can no longer climb,
The pain is getting worse by night,
The breeze is too cold,
And its shattering within me now.

Of Such A Time Are We The Bearers

Of crumbling walls and mourning morrows,
Of suffering and impending doom,
Of blatant uncertainty and intolerable cruelty,
Of such a time are we the bearers.

In a world of perpetual ellipse,
Covered in a dark soot,
Where wind is unable to remove from over our heads,
The deep mist we lie in,
Where the light struggles to enter,
And unsuccessfully so is lost in the stranglehold of depth,
Of such a time are we the bearers.

In a time where youth remained orange and yellow,
But simply in the deepest shades,
Where violence is a way of life,
And pain and anger another step in a day,
Where knowledge is trumped by ignorance,
Or the gathering of muddled up thoughts,
Leading into infinite despair,
Of such a time are we the bearers.

Of times of cleverness and cunning eyes,
Of lost souls wandering the plane,
Of living breathes ending in vain,
Of such a time are we the bearers.

And as we struggle to find the shining light,
We must forsake this life,
And lead ourselves into a place of tranquility,
For we are the only ones who can,
Mold our lives into something of our worthy,
And break through the shackles that bind,
If only to find the strength.
But sometimes the darkness is too pitch,
To let us see beyond,
And so we lie in pretenses of 'nothing's wrong'.
Of such a time are we the bearers?

Grey

As the light reflects off the glass,

Showering me in its spectrum,

I lie encased in blinding light,

And linger in a second of darkness.

Unseemingly thoughts combust in my mind,

Ignited by the fire of fight,

To no longer linger after the unattainable,

To try and find,

That one form that fills the mould of my empty soul.

My fingers drift on an endless plane,

Flitting through scraps of recylced memories,

Trying to find the one where it began,

To pinch it out and remove.

As my eyes glance over the hazy exterior,

They are suddenly able to see that grey,

The grey of the interior,

And they remain focused as the colours slowly spill in.

Voices guide me through the actions,

Of monotonous daily life,

Reminding me of worth and faith,

In myself and in more,

Without more than a second touch,

They creep around my nerves,

Numbing my senses.

And as I lie in my blinding spectrum,

Searching for that flitting image,

Or seeking that moment of darkness,

I am embodied, I am falling,

I am beyond the colour you painted me.