I’m ready to play this crazy game Firing shots at my mindless brain Killing the dead spots from point-blank range Freaking my beast out & the senseless rage It’s time to transform the savage to a sage It’s time to free my soul from this solid cage I’m taking the steps to change my deeper state I’m dissolving the imbalance & my wavy pain These bullets was pointing at my shaky phase It’s to awaken my senses, not to kill me dead
I’m republishing my old poem – The Devil’s Face in a new form….Every single element of this video is created by myself….poem, photo, piano (well, hitting the keys), special effects etc….I’m simply experimenting & at the same time, connecting with the I in me….
This is an excerpt of my original post – The Devil’s Face, that I published on 21/09/2019: It’s my poem of horrors if you simply read the words. But if you dig deeper, it’s not about the blood bath. It’s about showing the real face, which we tend to hide to give the fake appearance of looking happy & great. To me, it’s not a scary poem, it’s a sacred one – a different art form.
It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocative thoughts
This whole coat the unseenholes on my shaky course with the pragmatic approach to integrate the scorching arithmetic quotes by simply torching floors filled with scouting horrors with the glow of a rhythmic unknown to simply show the unmatched power of the so called smoking soul
But then this cinematic scene explodes & I freely fall on this ecstatic floor where I start transcribing my countless flaws with my crazy traumatic claws into the poetic form where I take an accelerated pause to finally get lost in the edges of my sleepless jaws to wait for another daunting but quite exotic dawn
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The drops in veins Are the thoughtsinsane The talk in vain Is to prompt the phase The song I sang I drop the face The sign that rays The darkest day It’s time to race And write the date To account the rate Of the countless deaths Of the tiny cells That reside in shades Of the mindlessbrain
The doubts are bad Are like dots embedded On a darker shed That’s propped with paints But honestly It’s to pop the pain On a block with pen So I strike the pins To disembark the bane I rock the string To shock the wave And I shot the blame To fog a name That’s bothering The inside of me
The sky is red And the ground is rain I lost the track So I walk the lane To find the peace I define the pace I blind the drapes To light the sense I side the rage To sight the sage I spine the strength To eye the main I fine the thread And dissolve the ends To embroid the change
The drops in veins Are the thoughtsinsane The talk in vain Is to prompt the phase The song I sang I drop the face The sign that rays The darkest day It's time to race And write the date To account the rate Of the countless deaths Of the tiny cells That reside in shades Of the mindlessbrain
I’m trying to close my sleepy eyes so I can finally fall asleep And I’m covering myself in layers before I impatiently start to freeze But my anxiety is propping me to fall hard on my once operated knees So I end up playing in dark this reckless game of hide & scream
I’m seeing countless spots on this black & white transparent plastic sheet My mind is bleedingred diamonds when I walk barefoot on this edgy street My numbness is on/off frustrating me, it’s wanting me to switch on my freak I’m turning blue, so I’m blueprinting a list if you know what I mean
Can you see my lids are carrying these bloody tears? Can you feel my blood is boiling in my crazyheat? Can you believe I sometimes feel like torching my entire scene? Can you even reach when I want to bury my body infinite feet?
But then I dive into your green sea to see me with pure clarity I play your crystal clear music to string me with sweet melody I absorb your fine lines to levitate me with this magical imagery I write the (U’n’I)verse of love when I sense your profound energy
I see the moon is shining with open mentality I see the stars are burning in azure spirituality I see the sky is evolving with colorful theme I see the sun is beaming hope inside of me
It’s getting late in this very cold night So I’m trying to close my tired eyes The problem is that they aren’t at all dry My thoughts are galloping but I can’t even ride My fingers are frozen, so I’m struggling to write But here I am still awake to simply freestyle
I’m just expressing how a train wreck feels like I could be brain dead but I’m very alive Honesty is what I breathe & not the lies The highs & the lows of this crazy life Everything seems unreal in pure realtime My walls were once painted with pure realjoy
My words are forming this formlessfire My heart is braking, it used to freely fly I guess, I wasn’t the type even though I did say & type I’m lost & shaking, there’s no inner light I’m blue & shrinking but I’ll always see your shine I feel like bagging myself to forever hide
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