1. Ants And Bees

Wild burns the Sun to serve heat;
Wide spreads the Night to soak it,
But have they ever seen the Dawn, so mild and free?

Ants and bees...
Is that the way it is?

In the raging roar of their dashing world,
Your smile and dream is all that is on.
For eyes not marking smut on the snow,
The flowers blossom on dusty cold stones.

Sage winds in verdure ramble;
Dewdrops on petals tremble,
Under the feet, absorbing the warmth of carbon clouds.

Ants and bees...
Is that the way to be?

2. Shadows They Cast

I'll close my eyes;
I'll withdraw my blurred, wandering sight.
Abandon the mind;
Dissolve in a serene heart-chilling stream of moonlight.

An empty shell of a new vain hope...
An ice-cold thread of a sober thought...

A shroud of emptiness covers the night,
Eclipses the flow of its warm liquid light.
I leak through branches of the never seen past,
Stumbling the pace on shadows they cast.

Unfold the clothes;
Let needles of chill drive warmth under the skin.
Take a glance to the sky:
In the cold calm of stars, find the withering spark of my eyes.

Come drive the sanity through the fog
Of doubt and falseness obscuring the world.
To a world of unconscious spirits call,
Awaken the Dreaming in my soul.

3. Within The Without

As shadows stretch to the east,
Laying down the world for sleep,
A turquoise sunset fades to ink
On diamond meadows spilled.

I dissolve in a dream,
Fancying the universe lets me in;
A million eyes, sometimes called stars,
Pensively wink at me.

I've been where stars can't glide to,
Have seen the universe from outside;
With raptured sinking heart,
Beheld it swaying among the alike.

The Without? so delicate –
Makes frightfully definite
What from within to a local mind
Had been so infinite.

Beyond cognition cast,
Through space having carved its path,
A beam of light on a mirror sparks –
And dives to a speck of dust.

What's inside the naught?
I've seen those colourful inner worlds.
A thing within will always be
For inner things, the without...

The within's thoroughness,
Its diverse minuteness,
Seems from without,
In shade of sky
A paltry commonness.

The Without? so delicate –
Makes frightfully definite
What from within
To a local mind
Had been so infinite.

4. Myth

Born in expanse of the subtle Unknown
With a wild intent to seize its meaning.
Confiding five senses' blind touch
To wit's distorting mirror.

Good old Being –
Neatly learnt and thoroughly
Seen through a breach of senses –
Imprints on a mind a myth.

Vast are pyramids of mythical lore;
Their peaks are deemed as goals to climb to.
Why not? To dwell in the subtle Unknown
One needs to build firm footing.

Good old Being –
Neatly learnt and thoroughly
Seen through a breach of senses –
Imprints on minds a myth.
What is real?
In a vicious circle spin the wits,
Erecting a dome of Self-Mythology.

5. Of Fate

Day follows day until it's questioned why;
It enlaces with viscid, strangling wear
This errant, curious mind.
Coloured were the wings of a dream
That cleaved against the wind;
On marble, through the flame,
Their ash so grey.

Treat the thoughts like they have been your own,
Besotted with Her whispered song;
Riding a decuman wave
Of destiny's storm – She breathes.

Scope the links of knots in your web
Sharp emerald eyes to face:
Enchanting quiet of Her intent glance to share.
Deft, thorough hands sort breathing spheres
Of tiny snow-white flames.
In yearning to be found,
Their lights are so frail.

In maze of fate there are lots of turns to choose,
But narrow is the funnel throat they all lead to.

6. A Misanthrope

A dismal cloud of dispersed thoughts,
A glimpse of flare from outer worlds,
A sense of being far from here:
Within their sight but out of reach.

Above their narrow simple minds,
Among the flickering streams of life,
Apart from hollow anxious deeds:
Along with calm of autumn leaves.

Cosy swamp, asylum be:
Feathers crumpled; lust asleep.
Host of tired faithless beings:
Ornate wisdom trails to seek.

7. Severe

A Turbid, fury-wound shroud suppresses whispers of wisdom.
The sucking depth of the offence, boils up blood for a fight.
The honour demands satisfaction, devouring the seeds of repentance.
Severe and burst with hatred; not to recover...

Stray on a straw of consciousness
In a world where frantic ravings rule,
Avid crowds by wealth commanded
Frenzied strength with cruelty use.

In a world of pride and dominion, history runs dirty and wild.
Baneful is the power of delusion in irritated vengeful minds.
Chasing the imminence, a savage raises his club.
Ages of violence... Severe he remains through time.

Emotions? unleashed and perverted,
Whipped by the serpents of wrath –
Collide in ravaging conflicts
For a right to denote who's wrong.
The better sides of morals
Are by prejudices enlightened and locked.
For centuries bound to be wallowed
In a 'measure-for-measure' swamp.

Lords, by vanity crowned,
In decorous plans disguise the greed.
The souls, by hatred ground,
Supply our kind the feed.

8. The Now

The trail of bitter-red burgeons
On memory's swinging thorny shafts.
Through a squeeze of fog-covered petals,
Gleam vivid lanterns of the past.

In grace of the instant,
Looping its song,
The pendulum's whistle
Casts Now to Before.
Rushing through history,
Gone centuries' drops
Get shattered to splashes
On Now's ethereal walls.

Let wheels of ages come to a standstill,
Stroke captured seconds with your hand.
Time is an artificial abstract
Wound up by the mortal brain.

What is The Now if, being reached to, it slips to past,
With a sticky moan being torn away by time?
When is The Now if it's being wrapped by the restless mind
In clouds of days that have passed by, or are yet to come?

9. Secret Levels

Reconstructing the days I have outlasted.
The memories of past...
Impassable doors that led to the worlds
Of beautiful sights.

Some secrets to keep, some secrets to miss, some levels to hide...
An invisible touch? like a painter's mistake on the canvas of life.

Devastating the natural fear inside, the fear within,
I cower in corners away from tides that draw me in.

Time passes so sightless,
Time wears out so doomed.

Some monsters to meet,
Some devils to kill,
Some moans to hear...
They see through the walls;
My heartbeat they feel;
They're already here.

10. Knots Of Silence

Cast in the abyss of gloomy tranquillity,
Weaving a shield of stray thoughts,
Fencing the mind from the void of reality,
Sating the dreams with rest being sought.

Clad in shrouds of dismal thoughts,
The thick of silence knits its knots.

In a cradle of dreams,
You bask in the woe.
The spindle of sanity twirls;
Its yarn binds the throat.

Yours is the time from sunset to dawn;
You dare to redeem the sins of your soul.
The embrace of darkness, the cold breath of ghosts:
Sweet whispers of silence weave deadly knots.

Time spreads wide its wicked paws,
Keeps sharpening its poisoned claws.

11. Let It Rain

A step through glaze of moment,
A thoughtful glance behind:
A mind that leads it forward,
Or a passing path we ride?

Dark, narrow ward we rush in:
The seat on a trip through life.
As route winds another turning,
Dip into future with hoar-frosted eyes.

Am I? Was? Won't? It has to be?
Love? Ban? Strive? Yield?
It's up to me... it seems.
Drawn, flung, grown, bent, wiped away.
When fate gets cloudy, let it rain.

As quest for dream draws closer
The hazy spark ahead,
A gentle waft of moment
Brings changes' hasty scent.

Deep down below the surface
Of stormy conscience's waves,
The inner tide gets circled,
Spinning to a whirlpool with dull hollow rave.

12. Altjeringa (The Dreaming)

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