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Kill the Society!

I’ll gladly watch this world burn up in flames and turn to dust.
I’ll gladly see myself heat up, liquidize, then evaporate.

I’d gladly watch the rising mushroom clouds than turn away.
I’d hardly look to live another day, any other way.

I’d love a war between the worlds.
world against another,
worlds against each other, a world war.

Yet, I’d yearn to see the gloom the day after.
And, I’d learn to feel all over again, come under.

I’m content, guessed right, contempt.
emptied, like this mind of torment.
ordained with
like the right for dormant

Amen, may men see the light
in the right light
right before my evil ordain.

So then, I may find the right night in the might
of the very moments that light bright rite, right?
no, let’s write right, as they say
there’s no right right, right?

The world dies, I go after.
The time flies, I’m no faster.
I’m a master, of a disguised altar.
Come what may, I’m no saint, Hell-crafter.

Pseudo, ultimately is a good bastard.
Assume he’s the last, can’t muster.

Ey yo mister, give me a jagermeister!
For all I know, it could be the last cannister.

I’ve dotted the eyes and crossed the tease.
I’ve dotted the ends and divided the middles.
I’ve blotted the eyes and crossed the tease.
I’ve blotted the ends and divided them from the middle.

It’s the last day, judgment’s on the way.
gone are the grudges, budget’s due today.

Shoes seem too tight? Leave them be.
For all ’tis too right mostly for me.

© 2017 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Just Words

You
was the word
You was the word I used to write before me

You
used to be the road I used to take
Used to do a lot of things
Things that made sense

Not now, just then
Just then you took me and departed
Took me apart

You
A simple mistake
A mistake that I’d make again
Make amends
Mend a man
Glue him together if you will
Will allows not
Not because heart is lost
Lost is the soul, nope
No love

Soul searching
Searching through deserted lands I walk
Walking through memory lanes
Lanes emptied and barren was the heart
Heart says yes
Yes, through dense cigarette smoke
Smoke, through mosquito lullabies

In between
Between those forgotten lines and lies
Lies a man who lies alone
A lonely traveller once lost and found
Founded the love, unrequited
Quite a sight!
Site full of lost lives and love
Love, not a mere memory
A memory in shining armor

And,

You was
You are
You is
still the word I run towards
When I run out of words.

© 2017 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Memoirs of Smoke

I can’t write

right now
not about you at least
not ever maybe
about you
the least
safe to say never

it’s 3.41AM
and I need a new you

someone to write for
someone to right me
someone right
to write right
this night is not right
it’s fading already

I’m on a leash
and It’s raining outside
one of the many cliches
of this sleepless morning
the leash is blurred
leash being the memories

rain falls
falling leaves
leaves me mesmerized
small drops of rain
as well as the ripe mangoes
ganging up on the roof

maybe it’s closing up
the hole in which
I lost myself in
and crawled right back out
maybe I’m becoming whole again

the carved out heart
the renewed cigarette smoke
forgetful lies of lives
songs on repeat
blank spaces on the faded walls
abrupt silence follows

it’s 4.31AM
and I need a muse.

© 2016 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Rant

Well

The silence is deafening
Licensed to feed the need
Hyphen these favorites
Try on the reject’s mind of sin

Rising within
Is the siphoned murmuring
Hybrid settings
Wallowing in one’s right for self

Stuttering feelings can be a bitch
Buffering thoughts will be the dicks
When you seek the ecstasy within
One finds sanctuary inside the bricked

Dumb sheeple Running around in circles
Surrounds the sound of church bells
Vomiting the pride pay toll
Hark! They turn to misfits

Forsaken minds
Terrible doctrines
Valued customers
Its a vicious cycle

Never ending
And forever winding
Yet, I’m unyielding
A philanthropic misanthropist

Try these words
If they fit the need
Figure the rest
Or else feed the beast

#endrant

© Pamuditha Zen Anjana 2016

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Neo – journey

I’m on a highway
Naw, not of hell
But somewhere close by
Plus its more wonderful
More than hell
That is

I’m looking through
Tinted glass
Long roads winding through
The hulking mountains
Strong winds on my face
On second thought
I think it’s coming from the AC
On the bus

Long and wide
Forever kind of landscapes
Rolling on both sides
Blue skies and tree lines
A nature’s spell
Enchanted

Free as a Bird, a bee
Or a man that can fly
Not with wings
But with a red cape
The super kind
Wink face

Of course I’m on a bus
Where else would l be
And so, I’m flying
Far away from the rubble
Of a crowded city life
Away from the rotting place
That we call our homes

Life is moving fast
100mph
Now that’s not that fast
You might retort
But it is actually
It’s as fast as a bus
Speeding through the highway

Did I tell you that
we are on a bus?
Ah yes, I forgot
I got two or three
Friends with me
Don’t tag me on that
Video in which
I’m also in bro
Lol

Post.

© Pamuditha Zen Anjana 2015