Tired of walking down,
the cold and dark alley of pain
Treading the pathway,
leading to no loss no real gain
He stops to take a tired breath;
and has an epiphany
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Beyond the Edge of Storm
In the present,
in this very moment;
there is a white shell,
of lonely existence
Within that shell,
your soul breaths;
and your inner self resides
The Ugly Face of Happiness
What if happiness is not sweet salvation, but poisonous seduction?
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Happiness is a wretched prostitute,
in fancy clothes and a painted attire
Her seduction is old, in fact, it is ancient,
but it tastes fresh on the lips of desire
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Happiness is the sprinkled and colored dust;
on a butterfly’s wings as the summer lingers
The colours seem eternally captivating,
but they fade within the grasp of greedy fingers
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Happiness is a deceptive illusion,
projected by the frozen moments of time
The illusion seems perfectly alluring,
but it shatters with the very next chime
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Happiness is a vulture atop the tree of life,
disguised as a magnificent bird of paradise
The brilliance of its colours blinds the eyes,
while its greedy heart is as chilling as ice
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Happiness is opium dulling our senses,
overwhelming the awareness like magic
Its fumes give a pleasure so insane,
while it blinds us to the misery, so tragic
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Happiness is pursued, yes, but only by fools,
but it is not trusted by the wise, not at any cost
Happiness breeds hard and cruel insensitivity,
while sadness brings understanding, when all is lost
A Dialogue with the Darkness (Previously, the Darkenss Within)
When the self turns inward, the sharpest blade is awareness.
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I want a sharp knife;
the sharpest of all I have ever seen in this life
A knife with an ivory grip and a gleaming edge;
engraved with obscure ruins, carrying a death pledge
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I want to plunge it into my belly;
slicing it across, all through the quivering jelly
Cutting open myself and savoring the soothing pain;
smelling the oozing blood and enjoying the red rain
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The steaming guts will spill out;
and so will the coldness, without a doubt
I want to confront the coldness under my skin;
I so want to face the raging darkness within
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I want to feel their texture and what makes up my core;
the ice-cold mercury seeping out of each pore
I so want to sense their force, so binding and so freeing;
their powerful darkness vibrating in my being
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I want to question them all, the unanswered queries;
hanging in balance, the forever silent juries
I want to challenge them all, the reservoirs of valor;
forever loud but hollow, the reds masking my pallor
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Why do you reside within me?
Perhaps two despising lovers smiling with glee?
Or are you sent by my respectful adversaries,
not really bothered, and just two emissaries?
Song of Lilith
Before Eve, before obedience, there was Lilith—and she asked why.
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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,
was it really you?
Upon the flowers of Eden,
the very first drops of dew?
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You were created out of wet earth,
the very first man’s very first mate
You were his equal, you were his partner;
a companion to him, his destiny, his fate
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It was you who took his side,
and it was you who reasoned
It was you who protested the submission,
the Devil’s shrewdness was so seasoned
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But then you were made a demon,
a vile and dark entity
But then you were made the fiend,
and you lost your real identity
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Were you really corrupt at some level?
Or did you have a rotten soul?
Is it because you are the logic,
which defies all faith and Adam’ role?
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Is this because you realized the concept,
or is this because you disobeyed God?
Or is it because you understood Him,
seeing religion as the original fraud?
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O’ Lilith, I think it was really you,
our only mother and the equal
You could be our grand salvation,
perhaps, the only chance we knew
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You gave birth to reason;
you did not birth us, perhaps
And you gave birth to justice,
reason and justice, victims of our lapse
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We have inherited your wisdom,
though we do not carry your genes
Let it lead to understanding the purpose,
let it become the fundamental means
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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,
was it really you?
Upon the flowers of Eden,
the very first drops of dew?
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