Oblivion

singing a song in the middle of night
    a faint tune to invite the breeze

that envelopes softly a reminiscing soul
    pulling his hair, take him to a stop

in the vast ocean of racing lights
   drowning in the dark...crumbling in pain

telling lies, creating truths, hiding sorrows
    it is the stringless marionette,

dancing by the door
     in a sand of lust pouring like gold dust

prediction of fate fogging all ears
   striking the sky, a dash of starlight

life and death tatter at the brim of smiles
    teaching infatuations to sleeps that can't borrow

returning heavens to once a troubling mistakes
   the shadows are counted, to separate to dust

in the end of journey a thousand poles
   light and air shower the shivering soul

a place in history a world of visits
     let the tune of hearts whisper in the sky

people's warmth are gone in flips of pages
     people's tears are one with the coldness of gaze

the red sea waving a lifeless call
   to the stringless marionettes faking a heaven's door

a telltale of hollows in the last fifteen
   discovering fear of anguishing of all

the curtain that falls,smearing blood
   a morning light that differs in one's eyes

when the carriage of earth resonates again
   a complexion enveloping the thousand of heavens

flickering hate of unfiltered fear, and unveiling past
   like an unknown street smithered with weed

kiss and goodbye, pain and reincarnation
   the flow of creation swinging in storm

in the different flavors that often told
   the stranger's taste fathoming the role

and in the prologue of voiceless shriek
   untangling, the bright red strings

that slowing down, in eyes of truth and void
   the concept of time, for weakest soul a drip

forbidden land of sky's a gray
  the streaming river is brackish,bitter of tears

once awoken from the madly nightmares
  tell him, the stringless marionette,of refractions

in irreversible cogs that accelerate indefinitely
  are molecules of compunction, resonating

the eyes of rubies and emeralds, unknowingly
  solemnly damned to absorb the waves condemning

in the universe so small a little history
  making a titanic mark on a big heart

life goes on, lives carry on,
   revolving souls seeking savior, in the despairing world.

5/7/2013 - 2/11/2013