Drowning in Space

Flash of bright light. Bang, A wailing sound in the air.
Gentle breeze, eerie silence, water dripping on the wooden planks of the floor.
Open door, carelessly creaking. A rocking chair, moving itself back and forth.
An empty cup on the edge of the table.

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You're probably out there wondering what signs are these,
I'm probably a lonely lumberjack in the forests of Montreal.
You've known these words for so long, but they haven't known you for a while now.

Yes, you. Oh love of the birds, gentle music of the trees.
Nature's child. Fantastic, ecstatic love.
There's beauty in your dimly lit eyes. I can see worlds, not just emptiness.
I can finally see, oh, I can finally be.
I do not know where the wind can take me, but I can finally fly.

You know those times of grief and pain,
where your whole world stops to breathe.
You can listen to your second breath taking over,
You can feel it's drowsy influence over your mind.
You know those times, where nothing seems fine,
And you have only yourself to blame.
Oh well, where will you go, when there's no-one left to save you from yourself?
You can't escape the truth. I realize you're afraid, but I can't protect the whole world.
You can't escape the truth.

I've told you this a thousand times, though a thousand times seem shallow.
For what lies beyond this truth, Is the secret of eternal youth.
You just have to cross the threshold.
What are these secrets I'm talking about, you ask?
I'd give you a hint or two if you were right in front of me.
I could run my palm across your face and you'd know.

You'd know that there's nothing that you or I could ask for,
And there's nothing that they could take away from us.
Only one another, and each others shadows which we can't differ.

Which one's mine? Which one's yours?
These two universes have collided. I don't see a route for redemption.
All I see is wailing, all I hear is pain.
Yet, I find this absolutely amusing.
 What is it, where have we reached? ...

Please, come in. Do it like it's in your heart. Sit yourself, Serve yourself.
I know, there's a bit of disorder, and you haven't yet seen the head.
There, is a grand chaos, but i'm going to fix it.

To start with a fresh drop of blood,
I'd say you completely misunderstood me.
You completely drowned into my charm.
And you mistook me.
You intended to give me your heart, but instead you found mine.
And now the whole world feels like it's running without time.

Your gentle eyes, your kindly smile,
I want to know more.
Your soft touch, and your skin so fine,
I wanted to know more.
You wrathful desires, your intimate fire,
I wanted to feel some more.
The breakdown of time, and moving beyond divine,
I feel like there's still hope.

An untimely sorrow, a despair only borrowed,
The lover's cry.
A soul is lost under time and it's dust,
I can't find myself anymore.

I lost myself, I cannot recline,
I don't know where I'm headed.
I surged through water, through wind and fire,
And Earth is nowhere to arrive.

I found some trust,
In the merciless fire of lust,
And now it the peels down the crust.
The ink is fresh, Like a wound in the flesh,
The story has just begun.

I waited a while, for this wheel to be spun.
The world will now become undone.

Benvenuti alla Vita

Well, i'd want to say just a few shades,

here and there where the souls trade.

It's the fantasy of this family,

where we live as if it's not insanity.

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Follow the tunes!

But the truth is you must,

find the gold in the dust.

It wasn't said it'll be easy.

Like a shiny silver dot,

in the middle of a lava pot,

that refuses to melt,

no matter how many tonnes of pain it felt.

It's a molten reality,

where you can't describe what's clarity,

but what remains true is the shade you see,

because the world is made of colors,

for different eyes to see.

But yet you know, they're meant to see differently!

Of course, it's so easy.

Everything is in front of you,

But you can't even tell raindrops from dew.

Well to hell with it all,

Isn't that the final call?

What's in this game that i play with myself,

What's the trophy if there isn't no shelf.

What's there to display if the screen is broken,

What's an arcade game without a token.

It's this.

It's a glimpse of what is,

It's a glimpse of what can be,

It's a glimpse of what you cannot do,

It's a glimpse of green sitting in the blue.

But what do you have to lose,

when you're not the one who has to choose.

But chosen is what comes to you,

who makes the decision will never come through.

I know,I know.

What's the point of this mind numbing wordplay,

What's the color between the summoning of gray.

What happened to the smoke that went inside?

What happened to the world that crumbled outside?

How can you see destruction of everlasting construction.

But,how can you not?

For something new to stand, 

doesn't something old have to fall?

Is there not enough space, for the blood to not leave a trace.

Well, blood you must shed, for it's the ground you tread.

That you see is more than one choice,

That's where you understand.

You can take more than one.

So many times you have.

Ever heard about parallel realities?

Once you have a thought,

and then a million ways to go about it..

Ever wonder what goes on around it?

The world is metaphysical as we know it,

Well, I know it, you can choose to quit,

But listen to me clear if you must,

Do let your love turn to lust.

Then you'll find passion, and you'll know.

It' can always rain, but rarely does it snow.

Yeah, i speak no sense, 

but hence i must,

for wonder now what's lost in the dust?

That parallel choice, makes a decision for you.

When you think of blue, 

you know there are so many hues,

but when all the colors flash in your eyes,

And you arrive at what you think is you,

You've chosen every other color,

In this moment, it's true.

Somewhere out there,

Maybe in the slightest of vibration,

you've taken the green.

you've taken the Celeste.

you've taken the turquoise.

But you're least interested.

Why would you be,

as humans parallel realities,

we're not meant to see!

But who say's stop yourself from understanding,

what you can never begin to explain,

Why do you have to refrain?

I know why, because you fear the insane.

You fear society and it's pleasures,

You fear to be behind all it's treasures.

Well, what have you?

Some wine, some smiles and laughing at the divine?

Why not, the evening is fine.

Someone out there is dying.

And that someone out there can be you.

Only then you realize, that even snow can be dew.

How? Oh how infuriated i am.

It's water, and forms of it at all.

Temperatures they give it's duty call.

That decides what form it takes,

And it's up to you to understand.

Oh yeah, I'm not sane.

That is the plan.

One day,I'm going to be sitting there,

by the window,

with a broad ray of light filling the dark room,

Staring at the smoke falling as water from my being,

And you'll be looking at me,

Trying to understand what i'm seeing.

And you'll never ask me why.

Because you're the one who think's i'm shy.

Oh i tell you look beyond,

I can take you there.

Where?

It's a clouded, dark evening.

The sun can't see.

It's close to eerie, 

where you think the angels can't be.

And then comes along this lady clad in white,

She asks you if you're tired, 

and if you're also searching for the light.

For the first time, 

you look at her in delight.

it's not a ghost anymore,

it's just out of sight.

you say to her,

"oh! you can see me"

how come?

she says it's the weather,

care to jump?

You ask her where to go from here,

She says non ti preoccupa.

You' raise your eyebrow,

you're not the least occupied.

but the meaning stays clear,

don't you worry child.

And you think to yourself,

how pleasant, how mild?

the moment passes,

the wind against your face lashes,

her hair blows, it strikes your face.

It cuts through your mind,

It's making your blood race.

There's adrenaline in your body,

shivering as you must.

She slowly touches your palm,

What happened to your trust?

There, you're shattered.

and you don't know where you may be.

There she stands, and you cannot flee.

Why?

Because you love to be destroyed.

and you love to born again.

Like a Phoenix from it's ash.

Never knowing how high it's flown,

In it's life before,

Flying higher every time,

unaware of what was,

in everlasting fear of what will be.

She said i have to go,

and you said i cannot do much,

she said you have to stop me,

and you said i cannot budge.

It's your touch that has me numb,

and its your being that has me strung,

Strung to this drug,

this pain inside.

I want to hurt myself,

I want to drown in the tide.

She said you're too young to become the ocean,

You said i'm bound to nothing in devotion.

I'm just me, and i don't see more in water.

She said this way,

Yourself you'll slaughter.

And then crossed this spark, like fire through water,

and your eyes started to burn darker.

What is it! she said? what's wrong with your face?

What do you feel, what's the real deal?

You said I cannot be destroyed,

For i do not exist.

She said,that's not true!

you just told me i could see you!

you smiled!

And you said,

Well, you're just like me.

No different as the ocean and the sea.

Stop playing, you're scaring me!

What is it? What do you see?

I see you, I see me.

It's what i know,

I know nothing of what's to be.

Well, then. It's a lost cause isn't it?

Then something happened,

like a firework in the darkest night.

they disappeared forever.

Out of sight.

Oh,oops.

I forgot to mention,

Her name was light,

his name was eternal.

And they took it far, far away.

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Reap with a smile, get to walk another mile

I get to see the destruction while you try and cross it.
I get to see the construction whilst they don't even gloss it.
I get to be the obstruction and don't even doubt it.
I get to play the game without the fame.
I get to see your shame, without the pain.
To me you're all the same, one day train. The next day fail.
The day after call. The next week fall.
The week after you stand tall.

Like nothing happened.
Like something should speak.
Like i should make your senses tweak.
What is it i teach?
I teach how to preach.
If you don't practice your education.
You can't know the next station.
So what good is a train.
When you know there is a plane?

What good is silence.
When all around you is violence?
I'll tell you.
Be silent.
They'll tell you be violent.

I'll tell you be a violin.
You know how it sounds?
It's painful yet wears a crown.
It's a wonderful epiphany.
To be the one you can never be.

To yourself you must question.
What is this inception.
Can you walk your own dreams?
Can you stalk your own being?

Can you satisfy yourself?
Can you prove your right, your wrong.
Can you answer your own demon.
Can you turn your instinctual beam on?

Intuition by day, Instinct by night.
Without a doubt, you can take flight.
Whoever you cross, you can witness their might.
As gentle as a feather,
or as firm as tuscan leather.

We must stay together.
You tell yourself that.
Because inside you is whatever can hide you.
Your child of dreams,
Your world of steam.
Turning into water,
As you watch the world slaughter.
What good is a name.

What happens to the blame?
Why do they point at you.
All you have been is true?
If it's so, you can jump and dance.
You can fall in everlasting romance.
You can see you have them all.
You can see they answer to every call.

Trust is a small word.
Like a sparrow is a small bird.
But the difference it makes?
Is real.
Because the sparrow's joy no one can steal.
It's beauty is whoever see's it.
It's kindness is whoever touches it.
It's throat you may slit.
But then where will you fit?

Is lust a must?
Can you then call it unjust?
It's only a matter of time.
When you look past the rhyme.
You realize it's you,
and then my words you will see through.
And then when you know where you stand,
You'll know what these words have planned.

It's a state of trance.
You can dance away your sins.
But remember, that's where it all begins.
A new road may unfold.
But the path may be warm or cold.
And so you're told,
To not let it get the better of you.

The bitter is drowned,
The horns are found.
They blow a gentle melody.
They remind me of great bark, a yellow tree.
You can see, it's serene.
It's a tree after all.
It's roots fall into the core.
It's like the edge of the shore.
From here there are two ways.

Onto the land,
or into the sea astray.
Wherever you are,
Direct your being.
It's true, it is.
Whatever you're feeling.

Don't waste time,
it's the only currency.
It's what makes the currents see.
Where to go, and where to hide.
What force to put behind the tide.
And finally when the new tracks arrive.
You know you made it,
and then you will thrive.

But that's the question.
Why wait to only survive?

When you know there is no man at the gate?
When you know there is no prison but your own mind.
Can't you free yourself?
Where can you hide?

It's the only thing stopping you from taking pride?
What have you found?
What do you feel now.
Are you spell bound.

If you don't believe,
take a rebound.
Bounce back on the floor,
drown the sorrow you bore.
There's only one way up, and no way down.

Do you understand now?
Get up, wear your crown.
Princess, turn into a queen.
The path is gentle,
like you it's clean.

To Laugh is a must.
To Love is not lust.
Passion is a flame.
Fire, is not a game.
Burning is important,
If you don't believe me record it.

Memorize your feeling,
when adrenaline hits your ceiling.
And run as fast as you can,
because soon there will be a change of plan.
Who makes the change?

Two hands to a clock,
One hand just to mock?
NO,
It's three.
it's the only way it can be.
Driver. Force. Core.
Mind, Body. Soul.
Tick. Tock. Tick.

Don't act like a prick.
Respect the whole lot.
It's better than getting lost.
Re-examine everything you've been told.
Discard anything that insults your soul.

Good, and old.
Gold.
Vintage.
Take the stage.
Stomp your feet.
Or jump on your toes.
As high as your flight goes.
It has to land.
just make sure there's floor.
To have a lot of luggage, you need to store.
Whatever you've caught, is not to just get lost.
These are memories you bore.
And their pain you've tore.
But shed it nonetheless, every time you sink.
It's only a matter of two blinks.

Duty calls,
Fractal patterns and hyper-strength.
Quantum-Quantum-Quantum-Quantum!
Go figure.

With lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

The Two Souls : Hope and Grace

So now you embark upon a gentle song,
A shallow whisper. .
A sense of belonging is in the air.
There is a feathery touch to a slithering snake.
There is a shimmery look to a vanishing fade.

What sorcery is this?

The room is filled with aroma.
The broomstick is gone.
The witch is flying.
In her tower, but. Rapunzel is crying.

Who are these creatures.
Why are they spying?

The two sisters.

Hope and Grace.
They come and go without a trace.
They speak those words, then vanish into haze.
This chaos is caused by a creative space.

There's music in the air, some cards here or there.
They gently speak with a laugh or two.
A tone of blue, a hint of green.
And there we have the yellow submarine.
There's a wine filled glass, called sangria. It's class.
There's a green eye divinity, staring at a million entities.
Her tattoo says ' serendipity '.
Her neck is glowing, her hair is always flowing.

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What's there in a name?
She asks, as a gentlemen offers her a glass.
Her shiny white teeth, takes the gentleness of the sheets.
The man is raw, and staring at her bare.
Inside his mind, plays a million dirty dares.

The stench of the drink,
And her heart subtly shrinks.
She lands on the bottom of the sink.
In her despair,
She stares at another pair.
Another set of lovely shoes lost their flare.

To her disgust, was just a matter of trust.
That she couldn't see what her eyes told she must.
Is it a camera, or a mirror of dust?
Is this all they have to offer, some dirty lust?

Source : http://lucymillerrobinson.com/2013/09/24/the-popular-boy/

....HOPE

What is there in your name?
She asks, now.
Who are you and what is your game?
WHY HAVE YOU COME TO ME?
What do you think..

You could please me?
Do you think you'd like to tease me?
I've seen the likes of you, and a million more i see.
Around me, you drool like a bunch of fleas.

I sit here, and drown myself in this elixir named Ethanol.
Oh, snap.
That's not what you folks call it these days.
I guess it's alcohol.

Well, all i see now is you and your sorry excuse.
You come to me, and my beauty you try and seduce.
I watch your eyes, and your slyly smirking lips.
And you think that gives you the right to stare at my hips?

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And then you say, that i'm being loud.
And then you say, you're not wrong, it was just the crowd?

Man, i should give you a crown.
You could be the worlds most celebrated clown.
But then again, calm down.
Look around you.
See what you've found?

Where have all the women drowned?

And then when Dylan ask's you.
"What was it you wanted? Tell me again so i know.
What's happening in there? Whats going on in your show?
Whatever you wanted, slipped out of my mind.
Would you remind me again, oh would you be so kind? "

Oh, where was i?
Yes, so why did you come to me?


Miss, i saw you from a distance.

So?

I just wanted to get a closer look at you. .

And?

Then you looked at me, and i wanted to. .
(Her eyes widened)

source : http://gorejessworld.wordpress.com/category/friendship/

TO?

I'm sorry i think i'm a little tipsy, I'm not usually like this.

Oh.
So you were a little lost, and looking for a way to come
and express how YOU WOULD LIKE TO?

..
...
....
Talk to me is it?

Well, do you know where i was?

I looked at you looking at me and i looked into your eyes.
My self reflected in you and i saw what you were looking at.
Which was me.

And when i saw you looking at me,
And i looked at the way i was looking at you.
You didn't realize that i was looking through you..
To what you were looking at.

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..
Which was me.

And when i saw me i wasn't happy.
I wasn't happy the way i looked to you.

The way you would make me.
Or the way you want to make me.

Source : http://dameunsilbidito.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/el-cerebro-femenino-durante-el-orgasmo/

Bitch, i have no idea what you're saying.
I'm out of here.
You wouldn't want to mess with me.
You don't know who i am.

Yeah? Who are you?
(Eyes ferocious) (Ready to rip)

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I'm..

Yes, who?

I'm the son of..

Ahan? GO ON!
(Shouting)

I would love to know who you're born to and what you're born with.
Because that's what you think you are.
Because that's what you're proud to be.
Because that gives you a sense of manhood and strength.
The motive to conquer everything.
And objectify, dice, try, sink, smoke, drink, pass, tease, please, grab, touch, sense..
Everything that you see.
You're just another ZOMBIE.

source : http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man

You're a nutcase, has someone told you?
You're barely a woman.
You're pathetic.

Really? You shouldn't have wasted so much time talking to me here then?
(Calming down)
What sense does it make?
(Smiling naughty)

Source : http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Sarcastic

Am I'm coming with you?

If you want to, i got a great ride back to great BIG(stressing) house.
And a great bed at that.

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(smirking, wink)
It's the good life.

She takes the drink, ingests it.
Starts to walk away.
Stops.
..
..
(breathing..)
..
Turns around.
Walks back, and splurt's it out on his shirt.

" I hope i PAINTED a pretty picture of you, for you. "

Smiles.
She's off.
... GRACE

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source : http://www.adaobiokwy.com/2013/05/17/dear-okwy-should-my-boyfriend-slap-me-back/

Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who's the fairest one of all?

And as Hank Moody, say's,

" No matter how many times we get it  wrong, We never give up.
We keep trying. Until the beginning and end in a blurred something,
called Until We Meet Again..

And that's it, I didn't know how to finish it.

Because it's not over. And it'll never be over.

Until there is You. And there is Me.
And.
There is Hope & Grace."

Source : The skies

#californication


Until we meet again..!

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