Odecity of Silence

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I am skin no more,

spirit of being overpowers within no more.

Like a mangled corpse, I lay

upon corpses of my kin, akin

to my disposition;

shrouded beneath the snakeskin,

a skeletal aberration.

Lest judgement befall

the shroud conceal

within the ochre storm

smithereens of my men.

Lest repentance reign

the shroud conceal

woeful silence of my soul,

hereat it not quieten

the songs of wren.

For as the slingshot vanquished Goliath;

"Behold! The strength of Jehovah!"

So shall grief vanquish David

for his sins of Bathsheba.

And if the mighty

lain upon knees

prays upon his hollow flesh

it is not misery that shrouds

it is not grief that veils

if naught sorrow,

repentance alone will carry your bæl.

For when the swords shall never depart from his house

David too cried,

"all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears."

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//CITY WHERE IT RAINS BLOOD//

Each night in the city where it rains blood,

I walk alone

One with the crows

One with the ravens

One with the shadow

Once together

Once alone

Flickering street lights and in the light, a glimpse;

Your hands, your plagued pale hands

gnawing at my skin

Chewed flesh and gashes

Cluttered bodies dance in last night's rain

Droplets of red trickling down my eyes like tears

Each night I weep in the city where it rains blood

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Winter, come and go

frostbites bite

you howl away the nights

fall away the warmth beside you

come and go

slip away tonight

look for the shutters blinding

one last look

goodnight

do i stay and watch the windows close

and though the winds scream

a plea to battle on

pity draws over

leave me a blue mess

the oceans on you

and you're underneath

slipping away

as winters come and go

and frostbites bite

and the night's forever quiet

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Weep little birdie

Your cage awaits you

Flutter your wings

For I will catch you

Struggle against the restraints

When you fail

You will fall

And when you fall

You shall never fly again

Scream little birdie

Call out to your mother

None of you will pass my grasp

The day you give in

The day I win

The day you weep within the cage is the day I fly.

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A mediocre's crisis

Vicious cycle

Sisyphus pleas

I spy with my little eye, an escape

Treacherous steps taking me

an unattainable utopia where

I shouldn't be

Dormant totipotency wasting away

I waste away; hoping, wishing

Atropos ends

My unceasing atrophy

Janus averts

Wreath of barbarism entraps me

"Die twice.

Once when you cease.

Once when you're forgotten."

Mama said she hopes I never was

Tartarus in paradise

I walk on

And I walk on

Past Nyx

Past Nemesis

Past the daughters of Night

Solo, I walk on

For you who cried at birth

For I who suffered in existence

Maybe we will rest, in oblivion.

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Splattered cords of guts

A thud and crack of cranium

Haemorrhages

Bite the bullet

Fortitude awaits

You

Relinquish so it shall abate

Scream bloody murder

The salvo salvates

Barrages

Chrysanthemums braid her braids

Make way

Midnight rages

Brusque shots

Bloodshot eyes

Shots between the eyes

Blue, Grey, Black, Brown

Bay for blood

Spit the broken enamel

Sleep at the witching hour

Bewitching clocks

Wake you up in 40

Tallows and daddles

Gnaw at doors

You're all together

All alone

All one

Till I throw the bolts

Thunder strikes

Silence strikes.

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Flaming, raging, fiery lashes engulfs all that surrounds me

But the candle burns brighter

Shattered rooftops

Fallen woodstocks

trashing my home

But the carbon eases me

Sparkles of screams

Fire burning, blinding my implanted vision

But the blue is what gives me sight

Rage,Rage,Rage!

The stalk overpowers

Red, Yellow and Orange hues

Inferno swirls and Gushes of firestorm

might blaze me

might faze me

But my candle burns in all its might

A single red blush giving me solitary light

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Oh boy!

Turn your eyes

Look behind the high rise

Beyond the world of mansions

of lust and desire

of the names you worship

topmost of topmost

Lies the land of unheard stories

Past the skies of golden hours

Jets, Guards, Luxury cars

Look down

Look deep down

and you'll find us

Tears and sweat

soak the soil damp

That is our land

seven pm soap operas

Fuck the vamp

This is our land

Hands grabbing at a lost cent

addict at 10

broke at 35

conniving daggers and a dainty knife

Where conception of femininity robs your dignity

Where blood and war will satiate

superstitions, misconceptions, naïve intentions

Locked doors thrust close

and Belts thrashed

This is our land.

To where our voices don't go

To the dreams we seek

For my past, For a future you owe

Listen to my story

Behind the buzzing jukeboxes

shriek my screams

From a chandelier atop sways blue feet

Single storeyed walls, bricks stacked and melted cement, house

the traitors, the bastards, the sluts

the sluggards despair,

a familiarity of xannies suffuse the air

Cries of my mother

Wrenching stench of stolen liquor

Look me up in the eyes

Look and Listen.

This is my land.

This is where you find us.

Look down from the sliver on top

Look underneath the sails of yachts

Down below the water that surrounds icebergs

is where our fishes drown

is where our bodies float.

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when all is there and all isn't

when yin is yang

and black is white

and white is a grey

sunrise at twilight

and set at day

when horizons shatter

and the waters cry

the black bird sings

and fight is might

the gust becomes a shiver

a shiver a shriek

a shriek a scream

a scream to break a dream

dreams, thoughts, reality

muddled up, lack clarity

when the tap runs dry

and dry makes you parched

and the parched brings a long

of the river's song

for when I'm with you

and you're with me

the art is bright

the drops, a spectrum

the phenomenal, noumenal

and my sunflower stands tall

for when I'm you

and you're me

the green beams of the palm gleams

gleams an emerald,

and emeralds and rubies and the amethyst

seem bleak and the silence weak

for when I'm me

i spot the roots

the foundation of a creation

creations, imagination's procreation

so till the petals rot

and the rot turns to earth

and the earth gives new

as swift as the storm rushes

and the trees sway with its gushes

and our whispers whisper

beneath the eolian

of day past's destruction

i will be you and you will be me

everything there is and everything there isn't.

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A sense of bleakness entraps me. My house is on fire, a darkness all around. But the flame is my home; I, its procreation. For those born of the red feel the fire its origin, the smoke it's family and ash my friends. A suffuse of monoxides give me the breath I pray for. For birds born of the hues feel freedom its enemy and the liberator, its oppressor. The fugitive finds home in escape and the blind, light. You sought the abandoned flame for solitary light. You, who is blinded by the sun; you, who finds air in suffocation. You, who takes the soot as a blessing. You who were born of the fire would perish in its worship. Praise the Lord when the ash turns on you, and you become one with it.

A sense of bleakness entraps me. My home is the fire.

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The free man escapes.

Run boy run

Reach for the sun

Your brothers struggle

against starvation and guns

Run boy Run

the race has begun

While a father steals for liquor

and mother cries for son

Run boy run

Till your feet come undone

run boy run

and you'll know the fight has been won.

Break the chain and

Break the range

of Blacks, Browns and Whites and whines

Be the peace

Be the change.

One alone and strange

for those blinded to light

saw the seeker derange.

Run boy run

find the sun.

Stripped of honour

Sacked of glory

the free man escapes,

a bounded fugitive.

The free man escapes

as the prison awaits

But the prison means life

as the light, end.

And the Brothers sing goodbye

Scream! "America, Here's my Boy!"

So the wives cry

and the children cry

Lo and High by the down of July

Under the heat and above the sky

a whisper, a lie, a sigh and a bye;

The warrior cries and so does the spy

In the battle of the Axes and Ally.

Death, Duty, Love.

Duty to love

as Death to duty

This is your fight

fight for survival

fight for revival.

Run boy Run

The free man spots

spots the raven

adorned and bejewelled

it calls you.

Death to Love

and Duty to Death

So the free man escapes

as Brother Bertie went away

to do his bit the other day

And with a smile on his lips he screams

"There's a silver lining in the sky-ee!

Goodbye-ee

Goodbye-ee!"

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You and I Love,

You and I originate from the same stars

Crystals

Broken fractals

Dust and Ashes

Suffused gases

Your blood in mine; one.

Creation and Destruction;

Fraction, Fiction, Salvation

From your tears

Churn out concoctions

the poison, my elixir

You and I Love,

There might be no You and I.

At the base level of it,

there is no You and I

a binding

tracing its origin to origin

a substantial closeness

molecular, follicular,

a Spectacular oneness.

The roots of us go beyond You and I.

Of the traces on your palms

I have carved onto mine

a predilection for similarity

the innate want

of us against the world.

Us, creating light, creating clarity.

So we build us up,

blocks and bits and bricks and rocks.

Till the rocks shatter

and the fractals binding You and I scatter

and as destruct rages,

we build us up.

You and I Love,

You and I have always been one.

Of the soil under root and root under shoot and cloud midst the shooting star and stars of iron cores, in our cores;

You and I, formed of chaos at its core.

Unison in chaos

Redemption in convergence

Utopia turning Eutopia

And one day, we met.

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Who am I if not the voices

hustling, bustling,

onwards and forwards.

Who am I if not the scream

I am not flesh and bones

Nor the blood drowning it in.

For my skin is yours

And your earth mine;

sheltering all.

I am not me, not you

Nor the bond between id and ego

Nor life's wish for more.

I remain Mind's tyranny

A prisoner's irony.

I rest strong

I stand tall, and though I fall

My walls repress

the waking long

to be me

to be free

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Rarity, unclarity

a vague familiarity

Let the snowflakes

flake

my ambiguity

paradoxicality

Scarred upon my chest

nights of past blue

Such the zyklon

wreaks, a cyclone astrides

wings of my angels wide

tremendously, horrendously

hellish.

distortions, deformity

abominations,

contorted gnarls

of days past nights

and nights past blue

Scarred upon my chest

the angel i see

each night, she screams

the cyanide blew

painting blue

a visitor

hiding, behind the visor;

twisted visions

my envisions

of seeing you again

For my scars bleed blue

and my palms lay flaked

and promises under the visor

stir, quake, break

To paint you again.

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Let me not keep you from repeated sounds of the chorus. Let me not hold you from the rhapsodic strangeness of lyricism. Let me not stop you from winning over Apollo with his lyre. It might be a sin to keep the art from you, the artist; one I cannot commit from fear of keeping the soul away from the unity it seeks. Let every stop become a fermata and each pause be in pursuit of the next chord. Let every wrong note be an improvisation to a masterpiece and the tuplets, ties and quaver quiver at the voice of the giver; of melodies and melancholy. hymns creating harmony. Let the harmony not keep you from dissonance or the essence of balance. Let every late morning be the aftermath of a late night spent in solitude, your only accomplice being keys of black and white. Such the contrast and yet it brings an unachievable convergence. Let me bow down to what i cannot stop. Let our spirits bind. Let our spirits bind.

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I've always been in love with the universe. But for now, my universe lies within you. So I shall love you with the same might as I had once loved the nebulas.

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Lay yourself

unto the shadow of the chauffeur

He shall canoe you through the waters.

Churning, frothing, white waves that brought you to me.

Row alone

You are the chauffeur

Do you see now? The waves?

You knew they were getting higher, faster.

Boy, did mama not teach you to dive?

Burden then. Burden now.

Watch yourself sink.

Move! Move as you can.

You know how this ends.

My cave stenches with your failure.

You disgust me.

Make the tunnel your oligarchy

Canoe through the horrors of your night.

You shan't find your north star amongst the lonely waters

Swelling and crashing,

Swelling and crashing

Swelling and crashing past the carcasses

Chauffeurs thrown down to me heretofore

Row faster boy! We don't got all day!

Lay yourself unto the memoirs of yesteryear.

Unspeakable thoughts and treacherous actions

They gave me you

These are the waters you fed with your story.

It is you that shall row past them.