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Verses from a void:
The void of reminiscence engulfs this existence
Into a past reeking with memories…
A flood of thoughts, of memories futile -
Bleeding regrets, yet draped in momentary rejoice
Of deeds done in the hope of designing a distant future.
The future - A harvest of delirious seeds
Sowed in this frailty of being,
Falling deep in the abyss of unknown perceptions.
A being of presence - now exhumed in fathoms
Of this reminiscent lapse;
In rumination, perennial truths reveal.
Haunting in the light of its transcendent void,
Breeding knowledge from beyond this existence.
From those years bygone in the dust of time,
In seeking the mirage of hope
For what the heart desires,
Midst the bleak of this wilderness called life!
Hope - I knew solely by her name,
Aurora – my abode of being;
Wherein wandered desires of eternal belongingness,
Desires for a distant Utopia…
I walk into the night of hopeless aeon;
The Haunting of this tune, her symphony dawns.
Fallen thoughts take me far beyond,
From where the marrow of this vanity spawns.
Contained in this marrow,
Hiding in the bleak of its darkness,
Mortality - is a sentinel…
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Like a reverie of fleeting hope,
Her reality was severed
In the cancer of Fate!
When in symphonies of obsession, cognition fails!
Like a deluge of Utopia,
A Spectral Euphony contrives!
Consumed till the end of time,
The last notes eternal yet incomplete,
Haunting forever from the dregs of seclusion.
On the shores of uncertainty,
Perception wanes like a tide subliminal.
Of reasoning – our persistent scapegoat,
Introspection carves its inference.
An existence driven to the brink of a fine line
Between the reach of perfection, and insanity…
Like the ashes from a burning desire,
Her chorus resounds!
Fallen down to these throes of misery,
Her memories and all the shadows of her thoughts…
Deprived of a will to express,
Lamenting over the silence of solitude,
Into this boundless void
I chose to confide!
A chronic obsession to her symphony of doom!
A void destined to replace Her,
When the portal of fate glooms
And leads to this gate of our sublime ends…
When an Elysium restrained
Forever falls into egress;
Spewing faith, from the froth
Of an abstract beguiled.
Like the ashes from a burning desire,
Her chorus would resound;
To the mind painted in dolor,
Unveiling an embodiment of indulgence
A Spectral Euphony conjures!
To the drought of her musing vortex,
Like a deluge of Utopia,
This Spectral Euphony contrives:
An Abstract amidst the reach of the moon beguiled afar,
Slight and subliminal to depths we perceive!
The abstract and design
Of a notion to its purposed end;
There lies the answer
Like a reason for the seed of mind!
And then a maze of thoughts prevailed
Bewildering with revelations;
A mind strangled by introspection,
Uncovered now in these reflections
Bereaved are those veiled corners!
When an Elysium restrained
Forever falls into egress;
Spewing faith, from the froth
Of this abstract beguiled.
Brooding through the path of time
Lies clouds of distant hope above;
While below a puddle of memories
Reflecting the ghosts of a forlorn past.
And a maze of thoughts prevailed
Bewildering with revelations;
When to this path I had strayed,
Where realms of mind fall in rumination.
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The Phaneron Eclipsed
10:23
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Of a reality fallen into an abundance of woes
And hopes rebuked by the throes of misery,
The marrow of bleakness sets in
And insanity haunts;
When the eclipse of being dawns!
Darkening the roots of this present,
Blinding known visions of belief!
In conscience of its unholy somber,
Shadowed are the confines
Of these shackles of existence!
An existence bound to regress
Of living and reason,
In a soil of futility ingrained with the ashes
Of a deceased presence.
Leaving behind the elixir of her hopes,
Exploring the shades of this dark
I behold the light of an Elysium!
An Elysium concealed afar
And veiled in a thought,
To alter and enchant this fallen reality.
A reality preyed in the conscience
Of this unholy somber,
Bound to regress of living and reason.
Bewitched by the lure of her tune,
In ecstasy of its euphoria…
Oh! Does the moon now flicker with its fantasies?
A pleasant onset of lunacy, when this mind conjures in delusion…
Sever! Awaken the Eclipse!
Empowering from depths
Beyond the reach of this Phaneron!
The Eclipse of will – a shadow to deceive fate
Towards an altered end!
The fall into egress
Beyond the nothingness of this subsistence.
Scarred in the depths of a spectral thought,
Where infinite voices haunt!
Trespassing the realms of forbidden perceptions!
The conscience enlightened in a somber beyond her bleak!
Hymns from the legion of darkness
Unveil in a spectral foretelling:
Her tune of offering
Is bound to estrange in a fated way;
Which weakens sanity,
In search of an Utopic end.
For the summit of eternity;
An act destined forever
To be veiled and damned in vanity!
Against the deepest wills of my desire,
Silence must reign to deafen the tune of Aurora!
Leaving behind vain memories,
I stoop to purpose a better end.
As her symphony is draped in death
Of a reality sacrificed!
Her tune of offering
Is bound to estrange in a fated way;
Which weakens sanity,
In search of an Utopic end.
A Phaneron falls, the eclipse dawns!
Empowering in darkness, manifests an alter-life;
Thriving in oblivion, beyond the reach
Of this frail presence!
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Fathoms of Delirium
07:43
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An oblivion far from this presence I despise!
As her ominous tune, resounds the fate
Of my besieged morrow;
A vile euphony, her offering to deceive this mind.
My hosted silence will now reign its might:
Embrace this destiny – a spawn of surmise,
Whose form I shall dictate!
Behold this conjured reality,
Reaping horrors of an end – the destination of our fate!
Now burns the spectral fire, ravening for my hope!
Her shrieking woes of death,
Her parting reflections, in depths appalling.
Heisted of her, aghast and daunted,
An image of fear -
The potent perception pervading fathoms,
Is conceived in consuming,
To reach the dawn of our end…
Her ominous verse I’ll shun,
Despised in this oblivion
Where hosted is a silence surreal.
Reigning in her gentle slaughter, it reveals:
"Embraced in this destiny,
In chasms of conception expelled from sanity;
Behold a dying reality,
Reaping horrors of the dark – those subliminal veils!"
In design of an end to mutate destiny
Embraces this oblivion, revealing a facade
Whose tragic sights appall!
Beneath the depths
Draped in veils of a purposed end,
Her remains I’ve locked and held in fire;
To be in ashes forever!
Forever, as she burns!
The tune - her last signs of hope, decimates!
This spectral fire seeks the reprisal
For a deceived being of mind,
Summoned from the fathoms…
In chasms of rumination
A conjuring belies,
When the mind has fallen
A prey to the fathoms of delirium!
A story of thoughts untold
Which leads to realms of sorrow,
In these forlorn lands I shall wander.
To redeem from her lure of hope,
From the haunting hollows of delusion!
Through the bygones of a belonging desire,
Towards the passage of an eternal reverie,
Redemption is enslaved;
By these present chains of uncertainty
Rooted deep into the fathoms of delirium.
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Divulging my way through its harrowing depth,
A portal haunted with the ghosts of time;
When the barrage of conscience gapes,
Withering with revelations of this somber path.
Immersed in the void of her bleak,
I behold light from the subliminal –
The sole beacon summons
From an enchanted psyche.
The mind smothered in a spectral oblivion!
A phantasm of hopes
Regress into dismal obscurity,
Like a stillborn, lost in the abyss of our perpetual fate!
Enchanted in this omniscient dark,
Our fate I chose to erase from these souls of time!
For that future I chose not to aspire:
Under the breath of reality
A forsaken future, failed forever.
Under the breath of reality
A future failed forever,
Deprived of essence and its gift to transpire
These seeds of hope, into the fruit of existence.
Aurora, her symphony was a curse in disguise,
Draped as an offering to poison my veins of sanity!
Thence silence must reign with death,
Before renders her tune complete
To its last notes of euphony!
The offering of her tune is a sentinel of delusion -
Its euphony to conspire
And lure the mind to ruins of desire!
Ignites an ember of vengeance,
The beacon of oblivion:
Haunting in the light of this transcending void,
She plays an offering, a symphony divine!
To stray away this obsession, I ignite
A fire to cleanse her ruinous existence!
On the pyre of memories futile,
Her being I had set ablaze!
In embrace of her end I inflict,
She shrieks in death, aghast with disbelief!
A silence in the offing awaits…
As her shrieks of death
Deafen hearing forever,
To shun the apparitions of her unsettling tune
In congregation of this eternal silence…
Yet in absence of her life and breath,
Her tune resounds!
Like her shadow in the bleak of thoughts,
Haunting this transcendent void!
Designed in this conjured specter of thoughts
Conceives the reason of her slaughter -
The sole beacon to salvage the self from this mire!
This mire of an awakened oblivion!
As behind every leap of mind is a faith of reason:
Conceived in this spectral oblivion,
I had ignited a tragic end to my beloved infirmity
Scalding her to the end…
In weakness to retain
Her belongingness till eternity,
Her scalded ruins of being
How could I let go?
For in her presence I had confided my hopes!
Aurora and our hopes!
Then visions of an oblivion beguiled;
And realization loomed
With awakening upon this trance.
Engulfing the light of inevitable reality!
As a mind escapes the agonies of truth,
And beseeches to comforts of delusion
Conjured by the specter!
Haunting in the light of this transcending void:
She plays an offering, a symphony divine!
Yet in ruins of her death she appalls,
Cause her symphony resounds!
As the conscience of reality wanes,
And a specter is conceived
In the wake of this oblivion!
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The screen of sanity yet collapses
When resounds the tune -
Her serenade chasing the mind,
Like a shadow of her departed being.
To guard these gaping flaws of my conscience
Clouded in distress of her loss,
I reflect on my hideous act
And behold her ruins in the cellar!
Where she lies still,
Draped in death I had inflicted!
When the rendering of her tune ceases,
Lost in the silence again…
Reflecting the morrow of our fates
Now despised forever, to appease whims
Of a mind bewildered.
As her existence I have shunned,
No more shall her belongingness thrive
To comfort my fears of bereavement.
Yet the germ of remembrance dwells
Like a leech on existence,
Shrouding my deprived being
In the murk of thoughts.
Lost in the grieving memories of our hopes,
Now forever chastised!
To escape the ends of fate
Beneath this masquerade to reconcile!
Embraced in the specter of thoughts,
The wake of this oblivion
Is an antithesis
To this powerless reality.
Empowering with the will of a delusional mind,
In this chastising masquerade I had adorned!
Denying to sail through those uncertain depths,
Holding on her lone bark of hope;
As time flows endlessly to reach its brink -
To this offing of fate,
Where our gradual ends await;
Beyond the horizon
Of this futile span of being!
In horrors of this unknown end,
To preserve the fleeting mind
From the lure of her momentary comfort,
I chose to evade the design of our destiny!
As the mind in oblivion lost its trail
Between reality and a reverie,
When beliefs spawned from a nihilist void
Behind the veils of this chastising masquerade...
Breached are the realms of sanity,
When the mask of this conjured belief
Searches for its face amongst forsaken perceptions.
This mask, an embodiment
For the darker shades of thought!
Aurora is lost!
And a muffled voice of conscience
Murmurs with regrets beneath its veil;
When remembrance,
Like the light from an eclipsed moon
Shines from the past,
To strew shadows of the self on this path of time.
Like a wayfarer on the journey of subsistence,
I watch these infinite passing penumbra of thoughts!
When visions from the further appall!
In horrors of this unknown end,
To preserve the fleeting mind
From the lure of her momentary comfort,
I chose to evade the design of our destiny.
As the ghosts of our dreams flutter in the distant,
With wings to transcend
These eternal clouds of despair.
In a sky fallen under the breath of life,
Where those clouds forever gloom
With the mourn of her loss.
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Of Ends Ethereal
12:08
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This stench of gloom
Leads through the harrows of time…
Rooted in a miasma of blues,
Reeked in the course of subsistence
Through a futile realm, to a terminus
Where this journey shall cease.
Bound between this juncture
Of being, and of ends!
Enduring the flow of time is the elixir
Of escape, from the surfeit of existence.
In a life which dwells
Off the faint tinge of content,
Dripping from dregs of purpose;
A scant purpose for holding on
To the mundane of being,
In its transient significance.
When the morbid walls of constraint
Rise like a contagion,
To seize our realms of desire
And shroud them forever beneath the oblivion;
Where they lie forsaken
Forever into the further,
Craving for a breath to beseech
Unto the salvation, of ends ethereal!
Enduring the flow of time
Is the elixir of escape,
Further onto the offing of a redemption…
Through waves of despair,
I drink from the Chalice of Life;
Relishing this poison for the mind
In embrace of death and its liberation,
I relinquish the gates of my realm!
Onward to the exile of after-life,
Towards the reach of our Elysium
As the end approaches!
Steeped in the blood of fates slaughtered,
The end – to cease my servitude of being.
Where smothered by a mind dissociated,
Reveries haunt and reality corners
The self, to another traceless destination
In the abyss of life’s powerless realms…
From there I had often sought
For her signs, the serenade!
Her offering to our symphony of dreams;
Now with this end, an exile from this being,
Grasping onto the last morsels of breath,
I hear it resounds!
Exploring the finites of existence
Through countless thoughts,
Bound between this juncture
Of being, and of ends!
Rendering now further till the end,
The lure of her last notes
Like a pleasant beckon for my departure,
On to the grounds afar;
Where draped in the wounds
Of my maddening whims,
She forever waits upon…
With the dawn of end’s hour
Time gazes past to see,
The germ of life withers;
As I transcend the vanity of my existence!
Further from these sheltered realms
To dimensions beyond death!
Where sublimes eternity,
To reap those seeds of hope
Which a fallen life had failed to sow…
Then approaches the end
To redeem the self from this being;
The end - an ethereal beckoning
From beyond of death,
This brink, like the grasp of escape
From this engulfing mire of reality!
Now resounds the specter,
As her serenade completes
To its last notes of euphony!
And this marrow of life
Bereaves its last strands…
An end ethereal, to transcend till her.
A unison in the further!
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11. |
Ālūcinārī IV - The Fall
02:55
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For these expressions
Of my life, of her being,
Shall fade buried in the lapse of time;
Like another damned tale
Left forsaken, in the lairs of lunacy…
My hour ends as all thoughts subside,
And life succumbs to the fall;
Immersed in the darkness of death,
Like drifting into a spectral oblivion…
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