my silence
Glitched Spirit – Part 2
Sitting at the bottom of my world,
the creator whispered to me,
wake up let’s try one more time,
before you inearth in the gravity,
aviating with new and old birds,
who are not scared of the blue,
faces unknown sounds unheard,
we trusted some souls new,
we resist and slew the deceiver,
cremated the imposter’s view,
realize who’s was the Glitched Spirit,
and who were the friends of benefit,
Glitched Spirit – Part 1
Sitting at the edge of the world, my destiny whispers to me, wake up lets try one more time, before you inearth in the gravity, aviating with few birds, who are not scared of the blue, faces unknown, sounds unheard, we trusted friends new, anonymous to the fact, friends old were artist of deceiving, our fragile hope, our feelings abstract, were slayed for believing, and so we fall and glued to the ground, the birds who were unafraid of blue, mutated into noise of no sound! so it was the end, and was it the best? hope slept quietly with a rose on her chest, me said to me, that's it, this was your destiny, to be a Glitched Spirit!
Glitched Spirit – Part 2 (in-writing)
A Rose of a Lush Garden
I am a rose in a lush garden,
who wears only silver and golden,
happiness rains every day,
sadness was distant snow,
kissing the gentle breeze,
I was traveling on an undying flow,
for a while heaven was real,
and so the alluring rainbow,
enticed by a skin,
I fancied I am great to fly,
And gambled my freedom,
for an equitable try,
and so I fought my roots to leave me,
forced them to set me free,
bargained for deceptive deed,
I thought it’s the only object I need,
time passed and time killed,
my chimera,
leaving my eyes filled,
with tears and a shade of a rusting era,
now I quietly weep on the skin,
wishing to decipher a change to begin,
a chance to remold my perspective,
that false is perfect, truth is deceptive,
that lie is absolute, real is ineffective,
that dreams are junk, and bacon is the only passive motive,
I was a rose in a lush garden,
and now an accent so wooden!
They are all Trying
they are all trying to FLY,
with their BROKEN WINGS!
they are all trying to CRY,
as LOUD as they can SING!
they are all trying to SMILE,
with TEARS in their EYES!
they all want to LAUGH OUT LOUD,
burying big little cries.
they are all TRYING to be at HOME,
in their TEMPORARY STAY!
they are all TRYING to be PERFECT,
in their own IMPERFECT WAY!
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This my message to all FALLEN ANGELS
Voices unexpressed for years can now ROAR,
No matter how much pain you can give me – I CAN TAKE MORE
My POWER dwell in LOVE, and you occupy hatred,
You a slave of EVIL and I believe I am gods bread,
You laugh on my pain, still, I WILL CRY,
You can tear the wings, but you cannot BREAK THE SKY,
This my message to all FALLEN ANGELS,
Don’t FEAR the crucifier, dominate the SCARS,
Only a fallen angel will be a “MORNING STAR“
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Image Credit: Sofia Matos
The amazing image I used to express my words is by Sofia Matos, her surreal arts tells so much. I found it perfect for my words.
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the platform
i am in a pit, that speaks to me,
molded as a pet, it believes in me,
that I will pounce on food,
and still stood,
for the laws it frame to shape my destiny,
I am in a pit, that orders me,
there is no freedom, no will, no soul lives in me,
i feed on lives, and i feed on time,
still living with an hope to taste the lime,
i cannot challenge the rules, neither strong to deny the cuisine,
consuming with bare hands, and mouth until I am fine,
there is no end to this pit,
nor there is end to greed,
we have this one world,
and it is crashing on those who are beneath,
still a hope will rise, a soul that tries,
to convey the message we all need,
to deliver us to our good deed,
to those who can stand or run,
to those whom the sun burns,
to those who’s hand can reach the apple,
to those who are prisoners of a chapel,
to those who’s color is a curse,
to those who lives their life in reverse,
lets take what we need from the platform,
and help others to “Transform”
god-fearing cry
he calls god every day,
with a thunder who makes it way,
a vocal shoots in the sky,
that’s the sound of a god-fearing cry,
sometimes I wonder, lying on my bed,
he claims this earth by raising his head,
by shouting on the sky,
that’s the sound of a god-fearing cry,
Am I part of it, or I am free,
slave of choices or a soul that disagree,
I am trapped, but my thoughts may fly,
denying the supremacy of that god-fearing cry,
I started again with an hope to win this Time,
After running away from fake soul’s,
I prayed hard to make them disappear from this timeline,
Who’s hearts are filled with lust and craving of gold’s,
And found a few new bird’s I can Fly with,
Giving my broken wings a chance to breathe,
The same Sky smile’s at me,
And the same Sun shines,
While I start again to secure my Destiny,
Is this Time a last try, or well this time begins a new Story,
With new faces I dared to ride the –Extraordinary….
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Underwater Painting by Isabel Emrich
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The Bottomless Gulf 