The Scribbling Architect

Entranced by entwining ties Absolute by the abstract lies Lies the lows of life Longing for a fulfilling foci Focus lost with longitivity Lost of self, loss of creativity Clarity commences the act of mercy Purged of the good, the bad and the ugly.

I closed my eyes I could feel you Behind me Before me Was it me or You? You are so different from me You are so different from others But still You set perfectly with me Like pieces of a puzzle Part of me Different, foreign but still so familiar part of me As if it were me not you A Dream, An Imagination, An idea I closed my eyes I could feel you Behind me Before me When i open 'em It was just me I Couldn't remember where i was before Just the feeling of Deja Vu I have been here I have felt here I have loved here Was it you or Just me?

There are so many things that could go wrong There are so many things that could be left undone There is every possibility of being left alone In this goody-two-shoes world Where there are only followers Where there is nobody to show you, you are wrong That what you did was stupid       That you are being a total ass-hole You will be the only one responsible You are the only one making a mistake Even if it is for the sake of others You don’t have a way out When these same ass lickers Bite you back Kick you in the gut Blowing air out of your lungs They will take over your reign Rule your own followers Make you a slave Do the regular chores of the day You feel degraded and less than the rotten flesh of gangrene You turn towards kitchen to drink your saviour It makes your throat burn but you think it’s your salvation There you see the glitter of steel The beautiful shine of the sunset Rusty though it calls y...