Limited Validation

and we could go on a trip
to somewhere to discover
our bodies and soul
take that train to anywhere
who cares where we end up
even if it'd be treacherous
who cares where we end up
i'd kiss your neck while
you have your head out
of that window
to take a peek of what
is inside my mind
who know what you'd see
just love, love, love.
-ne-

Dionysus

And that is the name of our soul. We may naturally differ in our voices and dreams but our soul lives for the same reasons. The celebration of our destruction through the means of self-discovery. The journey into self-exploration has the potential to kill our sanity and we do so willingly in the name of art. The sole purpose of glorifying our lives on tape. The tape that carries the sounds in our hearts. Every night at the corner of the room we deliberately lose our minds to the sounds that surrounds us. Be it the coughing of a passer-by or the drop of the glass in the bar, every sound has a part in this life and our purpose is to record it in our way of interpretation. Even if it means killing ourselves throughout the designing process as long as our soul is there on tape for everyone else to listen to.

Dionysus: the name of our musical union.

Glory

your legs were always spread
open for the world to see
what you could give
so that you could have
everything you'd die for
the food to feed your
empty soul and heart
not ever knowing that
you pawned your integrity
for the love for yourself
though selling yourself
to the forgotten devil
never bothered me
funny what bothers me more
is the simple line that
came to me one fine night
that i hate you.
i hate you.
so much.
and that in itself
is triumph over the past
-ne-

Across the Streets of Impossibilities

I wish to hold your hands and recognise the scent of your neck and that'd be everything I ever needed. That wish will keep me silent my whole life...

Re-design For Life

I am already on my way to rebuilding my life without the once-essential figures: surrounding myself with my own colourful dreams and the people with similar desires. Constantly re-designing myself away from the sadness that resides in my heart. Whatever arrives and departs - nothing will ever change how I truly feel. The sadness that forms the lines on my palm and pulls the smiles away from the sun and resides in my eyes. It will never get out of my skin. The dreams kept me alive in the day and see me through the night. Perhaps the birth of my dreams will bring me out of the past and take me to the corner of my soul. There is a constant need to be in touch with my soft side and take the ways to remedy seriously, more than ever. I have always likened myself to the sounds that Frusciante creates. Exactly the way the heroin mixes with the blood to squeeze my heart bursting into the highest state of elation and freeing my mind to the lost world of comfort.

Dead Possibility

Even if nothing works out I'd always figure something out to take you inside my heart.

and now i know
you are the one i'd die for
after i wasted my years
on someone dead in my heart
someone i hated even with
all the love present in my soul
and you should know
i'd give everything i have
when i promised myself
i'd love you like i never did
anyone else and i'd love
you more than I ever loved her
for the skies in your eye
it resides in the ocean of my heart
-ne-