Sleepy Climbs

Not a word. Only dulled thoughts remain in-coherent
to form or to fashion, where thinking, absent of
believing on crutches lean, ill equipped for mountains.
Nevertheless, under weight of unspun mysteries,
and loose spawned vulgarities denying possibilities
in contesting gravity, bleary eyed, to the top.
Regardless of process in’absence of awareness
each sure step on firm ground, a small step for mankind
bringing closer soft shifting realms, where dreams manifest
Temporally to walk into. Only having
To dissolve on moment’s hesitation in denying
Fulfillment. Keeping dreams only true to one heart.
pheno "Spook" Bold - 15 years, 4 months, 1 day ago

Palacial Escapology

Few dare to leave, for deeply, they know -
That a record has been kept.
For, kinder is the theatre of illusion
Where generous lies bare confusion
To protect the guilty from their humility,
To perpetuate the disgrace of an innocent faith.

Each lie, a brick - in a wall
for a palace ruled by the blindly cruel.
Where alone sits our exalted highness,
Upon an ego full of empty arrogance
Decreeing their vision for you and for me,
but we only listen suspiciously.

As right and one cannot be undone,
In a fair land where music plays. Don
Dancing shoes, absolved of views
To twist and err our way to lose.
Tear down your walls, set yourself free,
Join us, claim your liberty.
pheno "Spook" Bold - 15 years, 8 months, 21 days ago

As Opened By

Upon an urge, the peephole beckoned to be turned.
Presenting a moment to know, to sure the observed
Through veil of day, whispers promised of love without decay -
A lullaby - a dream that words can’t say.
For Giulia stole breath each day -
Leaving statues struck in wonder, strewn in her way.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
How brave Markus began to requite,
His Giulia’s love - so, began his fight.
As Markus, forth into duty and fray,
She admired, hesitated and resisted to play.
Else he be torn between heaven and earth,
And heaven, she knew carried no worth, no purpose
But blessings gifted to rich in virtue and patience
By those daring enough who wish in sentience.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
How brave Giulia began to requite,
Markus’s love - so, began their fight.
Both enamoured, glinting treasures in cascade,
Beauty’s serene without age,
Drew the attention of one in cavalcade
To halt and dismount from the celebrating parade.
With an eye to Giulia, and a way to forget,
Her love for Markus. The angels wept.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
On how a brute began to hide,
A divine love behind his pride.
 
“Skilled are you Markus, bold and righteous?
To fight for your worth and be counted among us?
To prize your place in history
Or be lost to the depths, forever a mystery?
Skilled are you Markus?
Bold and righteous?
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
On how love gave way,
fooled by a crook.
“There are few tasks I can’t do well
And never have I known peril,
What torments such that you need help?
For me to part from Giulia’s bosom felt?”
“There is great urgency, and lives depend,
upon a war that you can and must end.”
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
And a call to challenge,
Perhaps mistook.
Assailed upon every stride, Markus beaten in pride,
Thinking it never to end, fell to his knees and cried.
How can blood flow like water?
End the violence! End the slaughter!
Then a crooked man with a crooked gun,
In a shot plucked out his heart for rot.
The key turned, the door locked,
The legend ended, closed by crook.
pheno "Spook" Bold - 15 years, 8 months, 21 days ago

I Remember the First Time

Swimming in an endless sea,
Of noodles and monosodium glutamate,
I remember the first time i tried XTC.
I remember the first LSD.
Brief memories of the first DMT -
Oh the wonder of divine chemistry
Dissolving all I knew to be me
Setting me sail upon the sea
On a voyage of discovery
Not for land, but to be free
To escape the flaws of the factory
And the punch card of eternity.
But how long can I be at sea?
These freakish storms strike and suddenly
I can barely hold and run to hide
below the decks, at least absolved of pride.
Without cause without course
Waves anger curls a bladed crest
And cuts a heavy slash, torn apart, broken in heart
Mind resigned, hopeless to find, drifting, clinging raft.
Treading the misery of salty chemistry, parched and thirsty
A one eyed turtle came to me and sung so joyously
As to mesmerise and behold me urging
Confidently a trust to steer comfortably ashore
Where I may sing a turtle's song
To soothe and right any wrong.
pheno "Spook" Bold - 15 years, 8 months, 21 days ago

Aphrodite's Blaze

So the sun rose
upon the earth,
warming and drawing
all to look upon.
fixed in their gaze
blinded by the rays
dreams began to empathise
with beauty without lies.

For in the light of day
The darkness cannot prevail
and hides in shadow
behind the luminated
yearning to hold the sun
within their palm
for a moments peace,
still and calm.

But as sure as it rises,
surely it demises
and darkness floods:
chilling bloods;
Palms once open,
pool in darkness;
frozen in the wasteland
of their harsh starkness.
pheno "Spook" Bold - 15 years, 11 months, 16 days ago