#YOUTHEATERSANDWILLBREAKERS

She picked up the pieces and began to crumble

The man in the black hole seeded the throne as the curtains drop.

Suck it all in till the life is gone. Atom by atom… ripped to shreds.

Is this it?

Go forth. Dream more.

Ask and ye shall receive. What is up his sleeve… for all to feel, all too real.

Draw the curtains, lift the veil and mend another broken seal.

The boy you knew the girl you drew in the minds of the feeble, the weak and the plagued.

Night is upon us.

Its time to be honest.

Winning the table and losing the sheets…. And in between a monster sleeps.

Behemoth, of lust and favours creep. 

As you grow, and go…. 

Down and down till you lose that frown.

Toying with the insides and outside it flows.

Nobody knows. Nobody shows.

Breaking the bonds we forged in dreams or so it seems.

Now is never the time it was, bleeding arrows find their wounds and shed the blood in the name of you.

How far would you go?

Nobody knows.

Lending your soul to devils anew.

A newer wave of solitude grips your hand and legs alike.

Feel the rise, you feel alive.

A gift, plague, a fleeting glance…

The girl in the mirror could take a chance.

Narrow and wide and slow and red…

It burns your hell. It takes your hand.

Here for her and here to stay

Come over. Come on. Let it die.

You never know when you’d fly.

High below and down above…

Ready to go and eager to show

Learn to drift from the shadows of old.

She comes in peace and into your mind

On wings of desire you leave it behind

Take what you need and prepare to spin. Out of the lies you kept within.

The bonds are broken. The fall is over.

The boy and the girl and man and the whore.

Now you know. Which way to go…

Still inside?

Dead or alive?

You decide.

On Blasphemy

"Most of the problems that religion and various philosophical movements... down through the centuries have produced...have been errors because that's where they're started – That God is a distinct separate being from us... To whom I must offer worship, whom I must cultivate... humor, please and hope to attain a reward from at the very end of my life... 
That is not what God is. That is a blasphemy."

- What The Bleep Do We Know

Figments

Away from sanctions of time and space
A tiny sprout of freedom fills the void
Blazing anger sweeps through the heavens
Pouring down in whispers of demise

Scattered bodies like pebbles on a seashore
Creeping in the darkness that remains
Grunts of past enslave minds of tomorrow
Whilst the conspirators throw the blame

Provoking justice, inflict more treachery
Consuming all those who believe
Judge and the jury, with a new verdict everyday
As the raging infidels serve the creed

Digging ditches for the ages to come
Dungeons prey on you forever more
The heathen raise their flags for the battle
The war drums boom of skin and bones

As time stopped at the doorstep of dawn
We looked at the stars and saw the past…
When the wise were knowing
Our tribe was growing
The pyre was burning
The tides were turning…

Flying over the ruins of a being
Charred sentiments come to view
Wrecked around the bridges of long-ago
Hear what the silence says to you…

When a life was taken
A promise broken
A name was chosen
A dream was stolen

Of the joy of giving
The heart of loving
The sense of seeing
The pride of showing

A newer ending…

Mighty Red Lazers Scratching Against The Walls

Look Look!
I see red...
bloody well red!

marching towards you
luring you into
dreamy eyes and cheery smiles
fused together in heat beyond hell

Oh Dear, Look!
at the pale warriors of our kind
frail and futile,
bruised and confused.

Murmuring tunes of sex and lies
hunger in their dreamy eyes
they alienate and celebrate
their lust cannot be satisfied!

Chasing heroes and fairy tales
the phantoms of bygone days
Look..!
What a waste...
Fuck the chase!

Yeah, bloody well read.

Zilch

Where to begin?
Where to fall?
Blasted curtain hinder the view,
I once so knew.

Dreams lie
Atop each other
Sweet slumber, sweetest bliss;
And so I slip…

Out and about,
Below and beyond
It's a long way down
Into this quiet town.

Thoughts rise, shadows fall
Shimmering lights say it all…

And so I dance, my dance of deceit
Romancing my words I make you believe…
In nothing!

Bedtime Tale For The Under-loved

Once there lived a mute little boy in the village of souls who painted his dreams.
Untouched by acrimony and free from obsessions. His paintings breathed with love and un-charred imagination. The village-folk admired his art, but didn't understand the power of his dreams; and the boy, devoid of voice, was unable to elucidate his efforts.
He just smiled and nodded with gloomy warm eyes.
And so the days went by…
Until one fine morning a bright little girl with the aura of life came to the village to witness the carnival of hope. Amidst the colors and the crowd, she saw the boy – drenched in his thoughts and lost in the daze. As he entailed his dreams, stroke after stroke onto the canvas.
The girl, intrigued by his solitude approached the boy. She stared and stared at his remarkable treasure of imagination, his art… his soul.
Unaware of her presence, the boy kept painting – scribbling his mind on the board.
The girl kept looking, until the boy finished his work and was amazed to find her gazing at his recent masterpiece with appreciating eyes. For a moment, the world made sense and then faded away. As the girl explained what she saw in the dream he had so beautifully illustrated. She saw his soul through his eyes, she understood the meaning of every color and every stroke weaved into the painting. She knew his pain.
And so the days went by…

The boy had found a voice.
A companion who explained to the world what he thought and dreamt.
They went from places to places, villages to villages, inspiring people of all ages. Happy was the boy, and happy was the soul…

The world of men is a wicked place… where what seems is hardly what happens. The boy could paint a thousand pictures to stir an array of emotions, but the little girl now craved a voice she could talk to. And so one fine morning, she left with the aura of life – disappeared into the carnival of hope, in search of a voice to talk to.

What happened to the boy after that? No one really knows, but it is said that the colors of his canvas engulfed his heart and the power of his pain… paved his path. Unknown to the world and away from the soul… he still lurks between the shadows of reality to seek what he had lost and cherish what he had found.

Obsession claimed the colors.

BAD TASTE 'N MUSIC

Dr. Douche-bag created a criminal in his science lab.The world stood in terror as the generation before us lost their balance.Hundreds of happy meals stormed through the streets, singing their songs of hell.Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling.

 

Rallying along in leathers and fur coats, the raving herds rocked the town. While away went the children to hide in their television sets.The greater of the lords held his hand up high... and the hordes of the fallen came to a halt."Oh you Biebers and Bastards of this race! Behold the ultimate weapons of mass-consumptions! Our all-powerful synthesized fruit salads and processed frozen yogurts."He looked at the captain.He looked back at him and uttered painfully,"We shall bring unto this land an abomination unknown to vainkind."

"Hail!" said the crowd.

"Baby Please!" said Bieber.

"Damn!" said the monkey.

 

One little girl woke up to the sounds of madness.She rubbed her eyes and peered through the clouds.The doors were nailed, the windows were black.She made her way through the twists and turns till she found herself out on the streets, where the goodie-bags of the last century assembled their creed.She stopped at the thresholds and looked at the mighty morons mimicking their elders."Where are all my friends?" she asked.The greater of the lords hushed the crowd.He looked at the puny girl."We are your friends, little girl." He said with the voice of a thousand men.The girl looked at the greater lord and shook her head. She didn't know better."My friends are not so big." said the innocent little girl.

"For shizzle" said the captain.

"Hoorah!" said the monkey.

 

"But you see, the bigger they get… the better they sell." whispered the greater lord to the girl."What are you talking about, mister?" the girl blinked her eyes."We are talking about fresh meat! Bacon and Broccoli! Fries and Fingerfish!" the captain tried to speak sense. 

The monkey was crying.

The girl was confused.

The crowd was lost.

The captain had some juice. 

 

"Come join us you futile female. Become our special menu! Let us serve you to the world!" greater lord said."We are the future, we are the taste! We are music to your ears! We are your demons of your mind! We believe in you…in credit and mushroom salads!" said the captain with eyes full of ketchup and curly fries.The monkey peed his pants.The crowd waved and rattled.

"Bitch please!" said the Doctor.

"Help!" said Beiber.

"Yuck!" said the captain.

"Fuck!" said the little girl.

Deceiver

"Child!"
Dani seized the running Goby. "What's wrong with you?"
Goby wasn't a very playful cat, but was surely a menace.
It had peed all over Dani's living room. Her apartment smelt like cat piss.
"How could you do this to me? Psycho child!"
Dani was mad. No, she was furious. Shaking with anger, as she almost waited for Goby to reply.
Of course it didn't.
Snapping back to reality, she put Goby down.
"I'm sorry child. You're all that I have."
She reached out for the half empty pack of 'Mee-Ow' lying on the coffee table and shook it like a rattle.
"Here, Goby."
Goby knew that sound. It rushed towards Dani.
She reached down and played with Goby's head.
"Nice Goby, Mommy is sorry."
Goby didn't care what she said. It was more interested in the rattle from the cat food. Anxiously waving its paw.
Dani took out a biscuit and threw it across the room.
Goby ran for it and was back in a flash, munching on the biscuit.
"You want more, child?" Dani smiled and swept it from the floor into her arms.
"Goby." As she hugged the cat.
"Mommy is sorry child. Please don't be mad at mommy." Tears ran down her cheeks.
"You're all I got Goby. You're all I got." Squeezing the cat in her arms.
Goby couldn't take it anymore and tried to get out of her grasp.
"Don't leave mommy, Goby. Don't ever do that." Dani was hysterical.
As the cat scratched Dani's shoulder.
"Ow!" Dani let out a painful scream as the cat jumped out of her arms and landed on the coffee table.
"Deceiver! You're all the same! All the same you hear me?" Dani screamed.
The cat licked its paws.
Dani held her shoulder. Just a scratch.
Not all scratches are deep, yet they hurt so bad.
She crashed into the chair. Her favorite chair, soaked with Goby's piss.

Soaked

Come to me through the distance

I know that you smell nice

Trash your wisdom, kill the patience

And drown in your despise

Far away the bush is burning

Your dreams are catching fire

As you climb the mountain, scorch your hands

A miracle’s inspired

Don’t know, where to go

Blinded by, your eyes… and your pride

We soaked our heads tonight

I think its time we dry

You’re high on energy

The power of your lies

Hear the voices calling you

And read what’s on my mind

Tie your thoughts, ground your fears

And see beyond the lines

Slay your hopes, slay your reasons

Slay all in name of love

And when you’re done you can save the guilt

For the years to come

You know, it’s too low

Hollow from inside… in sight

We smoked ourselves away

I think its time we fly

You’re high on blaming me

The hungers’ in your eyes

I made an enemy…

There’s nothing more to see

We drowned in yesterday

I think its time we die…

Be and Become

Madness across the desert…
Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… are sprinkled in the air
Like the black holes of reasons we believed in
Flames of thought rise and fall…
Vicious, distant voices call out your name
This is where we deceived time
Where we once outshined desire…
And rose!
This is where we became…
Parasites

There's madness across the desert…
Night spawned a million dreams
Shadows of the days gone by…
Of lies we chased and cherished
Laughter… sweet, innocent and serene
Blind, in vain and torturous
We laughed… we bled… we became…
Demons

Go…
Why should you stay?
Go now…
For the eyes have a new tale to tell
Its time to believe
Its time to release
Its time to defy…
And time… is fiction

Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… reek all around us…
And so the shadows dance
Their dance of devotion…
We sink into the flames and so we become…
Whirlwinds

The shifting sands deceive reality
Blowing dunes of sanity
Vile winds sweep life away
There's madness across the desert…

Hypnogogic Actualizations

The power of choice is impeccable when you put a cork on your thoughts. And in that decisive flicker, justice is served, visions are defaced… you are born. Born again to revisit what you had left unchanged… undisturbed. To be loathed by lovers and greeted with plastic smiles. Hideous is the word and ignorance is the cure. Here is where you had begun; here is when you had made all those sweet promises to your being. This is what altered your course. Welcome, to the first lie ever told. Welcome to reality.

But oh me, I am yet to fulfill my bit. Excuse my prejudice. This is not the time for implementation; it’s the era of admonition…and we, the keepers of light are the propellers of the universal message of change. It is the time to appreciate the beauty of a thought, to overcome the ambiguities of our fears. To abolish all contempt and defy the physical existence of this reality we imply onto ourselves. Let there be a fall! Let us be the fallen! Let us… forgive my enthusiasm.

Our individuality is the irony of our existence. All that we know and all that we hold dear overrides our true potential. We succumb to our needs – never allowing a collective thought to prevail. Prisoners we are; pathetic, weak and egotistical. Seeking means to stabilize the chemical imbalance in our heads. Perfectly unaware! Blindly giving in to this fiction we forge… and are proud of it! What an amusing species we are!

The say, it takes someone with a prophet-like stature to break away from reality. Funny thing about ‘them’ is that ‘they’ are what they are. They are us and we are them – different pronouns for one entity. With different selfish ambitions and with countless means of accomplishing them. Lo and behold! You born of an act of satisfaction. Behold what you have implied upon yourself… and take pride in what you have manipulated. Let us celebrate our preposterous glory! Let us honor what we have forsaken… and forgive ourselves for reinventing the given ethics of our humanity. For mixing pain with pleasure, for blending trust with greed, for breeding lust in the name of love, for restricting our freedom of choice… for depriving us of the greatest power given to man.

It’s a tear-jerking experience, woven into this fabric of reality that we fabricated ourselves – a mental illusion that limits our true potential. It is better to break away from an illusion than to fall from grace.

A Rotten Song

Charming lies from a diamond mouth
About where and what to be
A preposterous insanity
A Caligula fantasy

Sorry tales of a fallen man
And a wounded god of hope
Bitter sweet mother of it all
A golden calf I knelt before

I was dripping, singing, running blind
Screaming out her name
Lovers, suckers, hitters, fuckers,
Came around to play

You know she smelled like lilies
Like lilies in bloom
And I was just another fool
But then she fixed me supper
And swallowed me whole
A sin was claimed, a lie was born…

Oh you, you've gone too far
You're trying to be an illusion
But that's just what you are…

Chasing shadows with an iron will
It's an abomination of determination
Socially incestuous,
The madness never dies
Being plagued with a smile
Being cursed all this while

Pour me another cup of chorus
And come up with an alibi
It's a never ending race
Keep making a face

And yes she smelled like nothing
Like nothing I knew
And I was a scentless fool
So she cooked me dinner
And swallowed me whole
The sons of man are a hungry lot…

Oh you, you've come too far
You're trying to be a character
But that's just what you are…

Feeler

Eyes wide open.
My gaze was fixed upon the bane of my existence.
I stared and stared, not blinking for even a millisecond.
The clock struck an hour.
I felt my face with my hands; Everything was where it should’ve been - the eyes, the nose, the gaping wound of a mouth.
It was still.
I could feel the sweat oozing out of my pores. Fear had taken over… worthless, uncertain and silent.
Overwhelmed, I tried closing my eyes, and… I couldn’t.
“Obey me!” I shouted in my head. Oh how I wanted to close my eyes, to give in to that blissful darkness. Feel that unimaginable comfort. For once and for all.
The stillness was lifeless, as the silence screamed a million lies.
Piercing, penetrating screams that shivered my soul.
“Shut up!” I said, covering my ears with my hands, hoping to shut them out.
I could still hear the unthinkable.
What misery! Couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t stop hearing everything that I shouldn’t be hearing. I was spellbound. This cannot be… No, this SHOULD NOT be!
“Shut up! Fuckin’ shut up!”
And it moved.
Everything stopped. The spell was broken.

“What time is it?” It asked. And I felt my tongue wiggle inside my mouth as my lips moved. I must’ve uttered something that it understood.
“There are things you fail to understand, my love” words echoed in my head in a voice I knew for so long. It was speaking to me. “Not everything is spoken in a language and not everything is heard through the ear. Sometimes, there are other mediums.”
There was light, there were flames as the voice faded into the emptiness of my mind.
It stood up and swirled out of my sight and into my chest.

A lot can be heard when you open your heart. I was never going to.

Sleep Paralysis

Disaster strikes when the moment is right. And it was the moment.
Eyes wide shut we dreamt of blue, black and purple.
Dementia opened the doors to another dimension. We must’ve fallen asleep.
It was dark.

The music echoed in the room. Captivating, sensuous and high.
With every beat, we progressed. Sank deeper and deeper down into each other. Drifting along the divine rhythm towards an uncharted territory.
Sweet smell of living lies filled every vacuum. And maybe for a split second, the voices in my head called it a night.
We were ready to fly. Ready to leave this behind.

In and out of the groove, the music didn’t stop.
“Come and sing me.” It said, as I plucked your strings and sang my song.
Dear, dear was the sound. As dear as your being. You being here.
It was dark, and I had lost myself. Broken patterns began to form. Shades of infidelity smeared all over us. We were there, bound to the beat… slaves to the groove.
No one to save us. Nothing to hold on to.

“Wake up. Wake up now before you disappear again.” Said someone inside of me.
And I had to. It was the moment.

Higher Powers

“Why don’t we take a trip down the green ‘n’ white?” said Peshi-peshi.
I could come up with a thousand lies just to put up with his madness… but woe is me.
“There’s a whole new tone to this voice, my boy”, and I couldn’t agree more. After all, nights are colder than the days and the touch… oh yes, the touch.
“It’s cold out here tonight, I’d better make a fire.” And make a fire he did.
What a clown, I thought; his head was in his genitals. But then again, he wasn’t the only one.
Embers flickered across his wasted face. He looked dark and unclear. Undone.
“Look.” He pointed upwards. “That’s the constellation of Orion, the hunter. See those three stars in a row? That’s his belt.” He paused for a few milliseconds. “Are you a hunter Mr. Kazmi?”
“Maybe” said I.
“Hunters are sad creatures Mr. Kazmi, they waste their energies in pursuit of a kill. A kill to satisfy their hunger… for glory, for thrill, for lust. They set the traps, the baits; anything to entice their prey.” His face was frozen, his words were dry.
“I speak too much” said Peshi-peshi. “The green ‘n’ white could do this to you. There are higher powers Mr. Kazmi. Whether you accept or reject it.”
Right he was; right he was. What a clown.
“It wouldn’t be long before the hunter becomes the hunted” he said, “There are higher powers.”
“Khair, fuck it. You know that old wine, I keep telling you about? Now she’s a hunt id want to pursue. Oh what a lass. I could drink her up all day and still would want more at night.”
His head was in his genitals.
“It’s a funny place this green ‘n’ white I tell ya…”
The flames scorched my face. As I fondled one thought after another. Woe is me.
Sinful energies poured from his eyes. He wiped them with his little hands and smiled at me.

And then she appeared.
Peshi-peshi said she was born of flames. I thought she was the flame.
She scorched my face and I…
Woe is me.
Not a word was said, not a place was spared; not a thing was moved. Clouded mind could bear no thought of its own. Sweet gifts of memories it received. A phantom of bliss hung over my head as the shadows I chased stirred all around. I was the prey.

Peshi-peshi closed his eyes. His hands following his mind.
I flicked my orange hand and lit my white piece. Smoke is the best enemy, she said. I guess she knew more than that wise fool Peshi-peshi. I sucked in her burning wisdom and waited for a resolve.

The night was cold and the touch… oh yes the touch!
As the wind blew, the trees shrugged and the moon sang me a lullaby.
Pleasant dreams, it said.