Lust called Love

Hide the sun thou shall find thy warmth of it in my soul,
Hide the moon for it is my soul where you may find the cold lit Night,
For you my Love it is this Immortal Lust,
of Love,
Which has and will keep us ashore,
from this world of deaf emotions that has left the rotten glamour of salvation upheld above all, but this Lust called Love will build us thy Castle to Live on and recreate thy Imagination,
of a dream that we dream...
and those concrete built high,
built over large, as Scars in your face, shall all bow to the Beauty of you my Love, when Unchained you may rise to Embrace my Soul naked as i lay dying in my Death Bed...
This Love may never end, this love may never run dry for you my Love,
I am a Human, and someday I die,
but my love, music never die!
                                            -Tzeus

Souvenir

Defining realization,
could be possible as it was to be...
Unknown circumstances as they turn out,
nothing left for me to see.

Insanity probably,
you might feel as it was never the same,

Dreams of living a new me,
with nothing that would ever refrain! 

Bring me that was left behind,

things left undefined...

Natural instincts,

unnaturally portrayed,

Yet paralyzed...

Is it time that we've left behind,

or is it time that we race...

This world of Illusion has left me,
colorblind,
evenly amazed...

                                -Tzeus

Sober

Sober, sober our lives we are
made for...
Incomplete competence
raised for,
no meaning as we will to be...
Decapitated our wishes
we live free!

Favored flavors,
sarcasm in behaviors,
we are mend to be...
Deep rooted within
yet we dream painfully.

Flesh and bones,
it is me...
Incomplete yet you see.
Defining the beauty
of my reality,
confusion, distress,
abnormality...

Don't say the world
to grief,
it is uncertain and
disbelief...
It is not for your
rotten tear i live...

belief is what you are
yet to perceive...

                          -Tzeus

Grace

The grace of lament is well lit,
so it is immortality to find...
Sober be the color of sanity,
as it is fear, fear and indulgence humanity has well defined.
Vitality of it never was the same,
but for pain of a being, has been...

Like dried leafs,
faces lay low...

Beamish the emotion outside,

it is containment they show.
For it is inside,
succumbed to the grotesque,
the grotesque demand for more...

They said to build this world,
destroying existence of creativity,
is perfection
is beauty
we shall show.
Humanity, was it?
We are yet to know...
             
                                                  -Tzeus

  

Seclusion

I don't remember a day I have not been thinking about this same feeling, about a person,
explained as who never exists...
Doomed by this perception I build my days from dawn, getting older every night I survive, the severity extends, building every hope for me to break.
Is care called caring if cared for a person who cares?
Paranoia in every sentence put fear in my dreams,
dreams of seclusion, destined to destroy the very positivism, that once could ever exist!

certain words which explain that explains my emotions, estrange my emotion,
I feel water as it comes out, I feel my eyes burn too...
Is this the feeling that entertains the better half of this world?
I feel it dissatisfies the quench of dissatisfaction that I ever wish to.
watching my painkillers, anti depressants, ecstasy turn to entertainment for parallel beings...
Its just a dream for the fellow traveler who never exists,
only if could exist,
remains the hope for the unnecessary me...
I me a inhuman being that live inside this human me.

                                                                                                                       -Tzeus

Zeal

There is always an ambition which we always dream of, to make it true, speaking in sensible worlds to fit in the actual meaning would be as we wish to lead a life where we can be known...

Its our wish to know the World besides.

It would be quite unpleasant if our life was confined just to the narrow perspective we look at the world with... we need the Crescendo!

A Small Conclusion would be to a situation where we can indulge our emotional stress, implying on the zeal for accomplishment of the unknown.

" Know the world, or let the world know who you are...
For, it is time which will not inscribe your memoir, it is you who will... "