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my name is blue balloon.........

sometimes we become visitors of chaotic phases in life
the times when we come to revere the so-called power of heroin
and embrace the dominant face of alcohol
many people have signed their names to these addictions
and failed to erase their signatures after
and they remained…..parts of the sham relationship….
unable to break away from the inviting smiles of these vices
till they can no longer unlock the chains
and become prisoners of forsaken lives….eventually
they become passive
and choose co-existence…and pay for more
in exchange for another glass….another smoke….
to get them through another day….
finally neglecting the life they once knew…
and drown and let themselves be led
by the evil hands…..
till they become blind
and powerless to decide….
and turn away from the temptations….

the mind then becomes a jumble
and begins the ride
with addiction’s philosophy taking the wheel
till the human body becomes just an unmoving object
devoured of its sense of understanding
addiction invites the presence of hallucination and illusion
and finally the breath of death….
to take hold of the territory

the poor souls who are not able to combat the masks
are seen behind bars…
chaos finally taking over their minds….
and reinventing evil becomes their everyday mantra
they begin to portray the script of evil’s success
and its dominion over idle minds
they become the living portraits
woven with every stroke of its hands……
and within a fraction of a time
they become its obra maestro……

in many reformed houses
we also see products of these addictions
people who are finally taking the lead this time
to resist…..
their eyes mirror their everyday struggles
to be free of the ghosts of their mistakes
they long to be cleansed of the forbidden chemicals running through their blood
and taking over their senses…..
they long to be back to the time in their lives
when these addictions were merely strangers
they choose to ignore…..
the faceless forms of hollowness
crowding the dark subways…..and street corners
when the lights go out….
every minute they force themselves to be rid
of the twisted halo in their minds
that is imprisoning the senses

the hollowness must be trapped and put into exile
and so the mind assumes the task
of a determined mercenary
to finally capture the elusive enemy
and regain the even more elusive victory

my name is blue balloon ……..
i am the soul behind bars….
i am the soul in many reformed houses…..
i am……
all of them
i am blue balloon …..

-thanks for the pic john-

Posted: 09:17 PM, February 21, 2007 in life and its elusive nature

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the decayed life, the forsaken hope, and the theory of a departed.......

Being dragged down

from the self-constructed pedestal

finally injected the sound

of my being human after all.

Gone were the imaginings

and pretentious beings

that devoured the sense

of life and reality in me.

I was led into a worn-out path,

where the mantra I came to acclaim

left me in vain and without an aim

Where songs can no longer be heard

except for the theory of a departed.

And breaking away

from the monotonous portrait

of a decayed life,

rendered me bait

to the subliminal atrocities

of the demented crowd.

Adopting the hours

of hiding the scars

from the madding eyes

and the veiled lies

of the tyrants

who took jubilation in my descent.

A forsaken life I embraced.

Where the only reality imparted

was the theory of a departed.

Stringed words in vain

the theory of a departed

hanging by a thread

conjuring hope for the sane

and lucid minds.

But somehow it seems

that my induced deafness

has left nothing but,

lamenting memories

and remnants

of the incantations

I used to exalt.

Of the wisdom left behind by my father,

Embedded in the theory of a departed.

-thanks for the pic tolga-

Posted: 12:26 PM, June 2, 2006 in life and its elusive nature

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