Serated Cacophony of the Heart

THERE IS NO RELATIVITY IN REVELATIONS

Are you listening?

Are you noticing at all?

This was the silence I felt….

this flatline collapse that’s like a gunshot in the dark,

a burst of alien lights  out from  blindness of nowhere,

a rumbling murmur of endless scenarios….

a number picked, a bet placed

….still I  get the results all mixed up

This is the world I know, my friend

relative lines of morals constantly blurred,

You can say everything is still the same

but the world now has already caome to grieve,

The polarisation of the cowards and the liars…

conventions of self rightioness, all parading their  self made scars,

Still…. for all that is worth… all of this will never stand.

For the mansions of the proud are like hay to the wind,

Only the Kingdom will  stand, and the Love that’s supremely in reign.

THIS IS A REBEL STAND

I’m standing on my own again

a constant in risking absurdity

Here now i stand … in front of the giants, amidst the imposibility of it all

Today shall be a battle over myself alone

insurgents of the mind, an  axis of perpetual paranoia and doubt,

Still…you  can say all you want… and ponder all sanest  of all logic,

for this is not the steam I run on, a power from high above I am guided

See now and marvel!… for in Him all things shall pass!

ASSURRANCE AMIDST SILENCE                 

Sobering hours of desolation,

my peace is between the lines….

a balance that’s seems forever perfect.

My silence to you seems selfish, if not scary,

Do not confuse youself with such formalities…

for even the happiest of men,

hides in his mountains of solitude reflection,

The only antidote to all the vertigo,

the only cure to all those dizzy spells,

For a happy man walks in the shadow of the world

streetways of ash and bone, dwelling places of the ghosts of today,

only in heavens light shines the radiance of all answers,

the true release of the chains, the final absolutions to all sorrow….

and whatever my case…my dear….. it is the light that’s  makes me whole

METANOYA = Change of Mind

I could level an insult to save the best of my days

But it itself would be the hollowest of all victories…..

For I know the tarnish of my own weak character,

the thing that makes  me unfit to be the judge of all judges….

Still… a voice constantly reminds me one thing….

that I’m loved, that I’m forever redeemed….

So why can’t I be forgiving as well? ,

to dispense sharp  jackal words

with the gentlest of all assurances,

a gift better than the diplmacy,

a weapon better than all weapons.

TAKE A LOOK AT ME

These wounds on me,

this track record of trangression past and present,

Would I be fit to be loved in your eyes?

Will I be called brother and be counted as your own?

The evidence points to the positive

and indeed the justice will be dispensed,

But still…. I am off the hook, three nails to the bill,

a stroke of spilt blood to the contract.

And indeed I am free, like Barabas on his parole.

A gift more jusfiable than revenge, a gift of love of mercy

to a fallen world down below.

It is hard for me to understand at times…

but here I am, chainless and free of blemish

I am at my peace now… it is through grace I am made one again

VISIONS OF A TRUER SUNLIGHT

The power of thunder is forever defeated,

the guns of power are forever silenced,

the mercy of the the lamb forever shall overcome,

For the world is decrepit… a hollowed out bone to the sun,

I shall trust no man nor element, but of the Heavens above,

For the Son of Man come’s not with hail and fire

But of a sweet light above, a mercy so perfect, a love so pure…..

a cool balm to the sore, the peace and security to the genaration of the loveless,

POEM TO A BEAUTIFUL FRIEND

And I pray for you, my love

amidst the distance of moonlit seas

and neon gardens of temporal towers,

to remember me as a brother who cares,

who dreams of you in all affection and tenderness,

reminessing the sweetness of your presence,

and the joy you’ve spread around.

It was indeed an honour to be your friend,

to know that the smile that you bestowed of me

was a light across the evening clouds of my past days,

a knife cutting though the storm,

bettering that remainder of this   wretched fragmented life

Thank you, my dear princess…for the gift is indeed priceless

Your joy is a treasure, you love a blessing to me,

Goodnight…my beautiful friend…and may the Lord keep you forever.

Speechless

I have nothing to say for today…

for  the silence shall escape forth

like steam of a cooling engine

My words has failed me for once…

for the satisfaction that has come to bloom

is beyond all wild ambitions uttered

Like a sunset crimson red in it’s finality

Sad it is…. but what beauty does this road produce!

Sleeping Awake As The Engine Runs

         1.

I am far away,

a star among your constelations

shining down amidst the stilness of your nights.

If only you knew…if only I could find comfort in uttering it  out….

But still with the silence,

A wait to the answer,

A leap to the unknown,

            2

I do believe it will come

for the best parts of this dream, I already did claim

Not going through the usual motions of anticipation though….

this zombie two step of positve thinking

a ruse to stay alive, with only  string fickle hope supporting,

For this is a claim is not by the strength of human will…

But on the greatness of a Lord so great

who’s answers and ways I have yet to put fully into view,

Whatever he does… it will be beyond all  of my expectations

unrelated it may seem…but it will fit perfectly to this equation

            3.

May the angels lift you up!

For the very day you arrived to me, it was pure joy indeed!,

But let us cut to the chase… reality check, please….

You are human. A being so prone to flaw.

I will not worship you…for you are not the  goddess of me…

but one look into your eyes… a love has bloomed forth…

a love not by carnal desire, but of pure compassion to a sister so dear….

Overated it may sound, but that’s really the feeling of things…

as I dream of you, my  beloved … through every peaceful night of my days

Mood: mellow and a little bored.

Currenly listening: Bravado (Rush)

I certainly do not feel like some gold fish in a fishbowl today. I’ve been going a lot this Raya and I think it’s about time I take a brief respite from this.

But then again I’m going out later again….

No shit…

I’m listening to Bravado now. I would gingerly asume that everyone but me in the house finds it either perturbing or anoying. But it’s a good song; the nest the band ever wrote in their 30 year career. Funny enough I first heard the cover version done by a prog band called Paradigm Blue. Basically it was a tribute to the fallen in Sept 11 attacks. Not bad for a cover. I’ve never had anything for covers, save for Violent Femmes’ "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me" or NIN’s "Dead Souls", But other than that, I pretty much shy away from them. Well… I guess theres  a tad pinch of elitist pretention that’s certainly making me miss out on goodness knows what.

But theres a sense of visceral majesty that is very much evident, particularly in the end. You don’t have to be technically proficent like Billy Sheehan or Pastorious to create a bass line that’s memorable. I mean, Geddy’s line is straight to the beat, not much scaling whatsovever. The only thing that gives the song it’s explosive and caustic fury is Neils drums. Hmmm…what words can I describe this? Certainly it’s enough to make your hair stand on end at such simple yet complex arrangement.

It’s just total majesty and that’s about a song regarding sacrifce. If my heart wasn’t that hard I would certainly cry my eyes out.

I would also think it to the context of how Christ died for us.  Whether Neil relaisises this but Jesus ultimately paid the price for the worlds sins and suffering. But certainly he never counted the cost. A lot of people would assume that one has through go through difficult rituals of cleansing ( and that’s also in some churces mind you!) just get right with God but that’s really not the case at all. Basically it was all payable on death; nailed on the cross and nulified by blood.

This was real glory not even all  of histories millitary victories could match.And it was definately through a sacrifice done out of love.