the man without memories

for each picture taken be another hollow gap to leave your mind
and of that be left vacant for the ghost of the past to haunt
never will it ever be such easy task for these presence dissolved

as though they meant nothing
no, they really meant nothing

this reality that has existed in circular formations beneath a dream
dismissed as an affair forlorn, forsaken,forgotten and dead.
and live this being with the hurricane of the sweetness of memories soon to be,

soon to reverse as a prison,
soon to pest the heart,
soon to devour sanity within.

in present, no, past tense rather, let this be light.
the light to blind profound stupidity that man was and still is.

in light leave the unwanted theories.
in live live as a man without memories.

- heuronda the mythical dream weaver

insignia emblemed

too much words rambled in this head,
no, nothing's wrong i'm not afraid.

within the three heads that live in me,
of all are swapping this hypocrisy.

linger on, oh linger more,
all the bad thoughts of those abhorred.

i am walking, this endless flight of rubble,
to keep me distant from the heart that troubles.

i walk alone now, i'm sure i could,
i'd like you be here, but that if you would.

of said the regrets that were put to words,
of said all frets, that all came be favoured.

i was the prodigy, that laid the gun,
but thou art the bullet that shoot and run.

no, the run is over, it was all clear.
yes, the fun is over, too much had cleared

this meaningless phantom that haunts this vessel,
keeps raging on with its meaningless riddles.

i had a bit too much to think.
i had far too much to drink.

alas be as said, the rambles that shivers my head.


- daserai el-haque, the clueless sultan of the wastelands