Purged

They purged the world of qu¥an0n, and all they'd cast their eyes upon, some truths, which proves the hearts of men, yet never spoken of again, and then, again, it went, again.

Quest for truth

In their quest for truth
They master lies
The skies bore witness
And the ridiculous
meticulous sham takes shape.

The conscience dulled,
Subconscious opens
And locusts soon appear,
The fear of light subdued and quelled,
Darkness swarms, everywhere.

As night falls,
The skin is eaten,
Stripped, digested,
Infesting hoards,
Holes of dirt and tombs of earth,
Silent dirges, rotting corpses.

Sun is rising, in the silence, in the flies and stench of war,
pure among the whoring nations,
free from filth and free from time,
all aligns to take its time.
All is fine. All is fine.

All night long

Force myself to write
Like opening a door
To love, to fk, to fight,
Like there's things
That we live for.
When the silence
Then descends
We remember
All our friends
And we write,
And sing, and fight,
And we fk throughout
The night.

The muse, she speaks...

The muse, she speaks,
Direct to me.
In storms, her words
cry out, from my lips,
Triumphant.

Speaking forth,
The hidden truths,
From her heart,
So bold, and fearless.

Light and lightning,
Shining out,
The chorus echoes,
Terrifying, terrible,
It never stops.

As I plunge, again,
Into icy waters,
Beneath the din,
She speaks to me.

My mind is captured,
Clear, like glass,
Sharp as crystal,
Cold as ice.

Beckoning,
with her fearless charge.
Know thyself.
Be thyself.
Until our words, are one.

Gone is structure,
Blown away,
As gales assault,
All reason, here.

As I'm in her,
And she in me,
We both speak forth,
All mysteries.

The night falls down,
And truth is known,
As all the light,
In darkness, shown.

Call to the fall (poem)

The Friday call to the fall
Is ringing in our ears
As steers and queers
and jokers stare
And little children
Gather there
The Lord Mayor sings
his song,
The summer now, is gone.

The birds get ready
for their flight,
To sand and warmer
places, bright
With sunshine
and the warm, dry air
I wish that I was
going there
I wish I was reborn
In somewhere
that was warm.

As cold seas crash
And neighbours clash
The peace is done
And so's the fun
The season's darkness swells
Leaving us in hell
As days turn night
And reason fights
To make all things
turn well
To break this evil spell.

The cold winds roar
Like ne'er before
We're yearning for the past
The one that didn't last
The days we wouldn't value then
The good old days
With all our friends
And bountiful respite
Before these darkest nights.

But, thank God,
that we all are here.
We breathe the air, now
Past the fear
Resilience, now our only tool
The brilliance of the countless fools
Who always wanted more
But now just want the things before.
Before the loss
Before the wars
The countless things
they're searching for

The worlds collide
We cannot hide
But peace is in ourselves
As we agree to pushing on
We sing our song
And all is well
You hear it
In our voice
We know
We have no choice
Our hearts are open
And are pure
We trudge and dance
The lightness lifts
Shutting out the noise.

As factories halt
And quiet descends
Upon the world
that never ends
As silence cries
Beneath the skies
We know that change
is on us now
As always, lighter, darker,
Colder, warmer, harder,
Never softer,
Until we draw last breath
Until we see our death.

As audiences,
free from lies,
Plead for content,
For their eyes,
Missing trees
and all our things
That nature and
all that life brings
Their hearts are vacant
Empty, hollow,
No more stuff to fill the void
Of vacuum, darkness,
unemployed.

But practice, sharpen,
Living life,
Among the din and endless strife,
Dig away, and digging down,
To meaning, bare,
Freefall, floating,
Meaning, there
And touch the flame
That's burning, bright
Touch it,
Here, there is no night.

I wanted kindness
For you now,
To ease the pains
Of living days,
And wondering what's
beyond you now,
The beauty in the sadnesses,
The meaning from the
sufferings.
What will my eyes
when next I see?
What depths of beauties
bring to me?

I love my life
You feel my heart
How everyday
and brand-new start,
Goes from dawn,
to dusk and shade,
The ice will come,
The toil invades,
To push me to that place,
Where all is love
and all is grace,
To push me there
To force me there
That precious, priceless place.

© Gonzolecture

You make me think in #poetry

verses in my heart
where feelings and words meet and the completion of lives meant to be are found and realised in a single thought as taut and bound we rise and fly in rapture of our souls

as likeminds flow and peak as one the words become mere meaningless as filters of the real we feel are just one in happenstance and destiny all at once we come to be what's meant to be and are the only ones

this world we've made that's made for us that only we will know shows of the deep divine and leads now to where we'll go and end in where we need to be revealing all we're meant to see and all that we can only know

crescendos of a heart made pure from all that was and passed before and brought us where we need to be to see what mortals cannot see and be all that we're meant to be

I love you now with purest love that gift above from One Who Loves and holds us now in strong embrace and takes us on in His full grace.

Together

I will think of you
now, constantly
my thoughts
my mind
and all that's free
are all yours now
with all of me
as we, together
we, will be.

The Voice #poem

shooting pains
& mindless games
took me to my end
lying, breathing
dirt inside
without my only friend
then the voice
spoke tall and thin
to take me
on my way
it boomed, remorseless
shattered me
what more, am I to say?

Song Sound - #art #poem by @GonzoLecture

That's the kindv way around,

Leading my old heart to sing,

Finding my, internal, sound.

Dreaming of, my next, best thing,

Hearing, all the things I've found.

And the pleasure, that life brings.

In Learning. Forever.

This constant stream

of things to say

I'd wish to God,

They'd go away

And I could watch

The things I say, 

The Devil'd let me be

While I make history

Losing all

that once I'd made

That I would watch it,

fall away,

As I forsook,

this brand new day,

My own worst enemy

The one, whom I,

can never see.

As I reflect,

on things to come,

And men decide

to censor me,

As I abide

to earn my fee

I linger on,

the things, I see.

Keep me here,

Keep me sharp,

Open up,

my burning heart,

That I could rest,

Myself, impart,

I'm severed,

From the womb.

My friends,

Whom, I leave,

Who let me

Say what I believe

Inward thoughts

Myself, reveal,

My ramblings,

From my tomb.

#HappyDays ( #poetry )

I watch & learn, enjoy your #art
You open up your very heart.
You love and care,
And share always
You make my moments
#HappyDays