March 20, 2009
Greetings to everyone. I'm Ragpicker just another fool fell from the sky :) .
This is going to be my first post and I'm very glad to be the part of WL community.I have been reading the posts here for quite sometime now and I really appreciate the quality of the posts here. This place feels like a truckload of talents on fire every hour of the day :P.
Well I'll try to keep a fictional story going through transcripts of little conversations of a guy called Evan who faces blackouts frequently followed by some nonsense poetry. I hope you will enjoy it ! Forgive me if you find any retarded typos as I'm mostly on drugs all the time and I can barely see the screen.
Thanks and regards.
Silence : Evan , wake up ! Do you feel something now ?
Evan(gasping) : Yeah , I feel now .. I feel nothingness in everything .
Snatched up smiles from burned up and smoldering lips
Inside the voice these words just unwillingly slips
Weaving a whirlwind of nomadic faith that flips
Gripping in fear , this divine resonance equips
A sack full of dark nails of love gets dumped
Instead of blood, a perpetual pain gets pumped
Principles of uncertainty has found a certain solace
Inside a cardiac absolution every breathe is numbed
Mid-summer ventures through a drought unseen
Another desire becomes another thoughtless sin
A blackhole in making , a center stripped of remorse
Like the blind eye of a tornado eroding a cosmic theme
Deceptive icons residing in arteries of infallible rectitude
Blinded to this blackhole , ego is the visible solitude
But strangely a moment awaits deep inside the veins
Smoking life to this center , once that was deeply chewed
A chase for the same whirlwind, creates a radius of this center
The deep incisions of reality that sparks the suffering's inventor
Silver illusions of what was once felt like a doorway to hope
Is now locked up inside by the ashes of extreme surrender
Constricted by the wait, it wears the scars of innocence
it wears the cold memories , it wears the candid absence
Convulsion of infinite tears deepens the blackhole now
Provoking a misplaced foe that searches for a conscience
Subdued by conviction, when it needed a console
The artifacts of the center , this is pain on a payroll
The radius and the eye are the artists of such canvas
Sketching my heart black , blacker than the charcoal