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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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Unwise Words

Smoke smoke smoke
Light the life away
Breath by breath
Inhale death

Live life to the fullest you say
But what if life doesn’t matter
When you don’t want to stay
What if all this is an illusion

Maybe I was right all along
We complicate things, us humans
Take matters into our own hands even
When we don’t want to change ourselves

Darkness engulfs me
While I sit on this emptiness
Counting passing smoke bubbles
When trust follows lies

They say life isn’t fair
True, but the falseness echoes
Throughout the well thought out lines
Life is what you make it to be

Smoke smoke smoke
End the life in just a few breaths
Take control or lose it all to chance
Fake control or delve in to romance

Seek the truth when it stares at you
Sitting naked in front of your shadow
You say life is about living
I say its about puzzle solving

Same side of a different coin
Heads or tails I gotta run
Smoke dies and the illusion’s done
Its filtered now…

© 2015 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Metamorphosis

Within myself, I feel something stirring
I feel the presence of some anonymity,
the work of some unknown force,
awakening!

In comparison, I feel I’m still, and still
like the calm sea before a storm,
like the silenced forest before a predator,
striking!

Deep inside, upon my inner eye, flashes
the darkest and the yet to be discovered,
the hidden and the deepest depths,
unveiling!

In Retrospect, I get a feeling, like
I’m missing the most important keynotes,
I’m letting all these facts pass me by easily,
reprieving!

They say, I worry too much, yet
I know, the waiting is far better than rushing,
holding my ground is better than falling back,
resenting!

In circumspection, I know, whether
time will run towards the day of final judgement,
the earthlings’ll see the sun on the newest day,
dawning!

That way, I find it easy, to follow
the self-righteous ways of the absorbed truth,
the self-imposed rules of the disclosed mind,
preaching!

Thus, One day, in the future, not very far…

In conception, I’ll look straight at you, and shout
I’ve seen the depths of the most unforeseen of all,
and I’ve found the best way to end this enchantment,
uprising!

© 2011 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Other Side

I walked when
the morning star glanced at me
through the weaves of trees
and when the mornings became noon
and when it was hard to bear the light

I walked even when
the way forward seemed
utterly impossible
even when things seemed to be
falling apart right in front of my eyes

I kept walking
counting each breath
for the miles I’ve passed
tripping on the countless
paths I’ve crossed

I kept walking
even when you told me
that I’ll never be able to

I kept on walking
even when the world told me
“you’ll never ever make it!”

So, as I walked
on these lonely roads
through the wallowing dark
that swallowed hope

on came the silence
to take away my words
on came the pain
to take away my memories
on came a lot of things
to sink their teeth into my brain

Oh but, still I’m walking
towards what I need the most
towards that place where
the grass is greener and
the skies are bluer
towards where it’s safe to breath…

© 2014 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Resolutions

Having burnt a cigarette and life
Turned myself back at the path I was supposed to follow
Whether it was the right way or something else entirely
I don’t really know…

Maybe I didn’t want to know

Who knows these things?
They are supposedly mysteries
That no one finds out
Until they do…

Cyber lives,
Much untold stories…

They say the break of dawn is the best time
To make decisions
Maybe it’s true
I wouldn’t know
I’m not planning to stay awake that long

Solo is the way to go
Solo is the way to be

Choices,
They seem hard
Until you choose

Maybe it’s up to you
Maybe it’s not
I would know

Cyber lives lol,
Society is not fucked up
You are…

Cigarette’s over
I think I ought to go in now…

One last thing though
Don’t base your dreams on the theories of reality
They are fucking dreams,
And dreams don’t need theories.

© 2013 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Reflections

I turned back time
tip toed upon the water
just to get a closer look
a glimpse of my old self

every mirror I’ve known
in bitter pieces, broken

I thought I easily could
steal the reflections
from moving waters
but sadly, I failed

Turning back time again
though, on a different note

I’d rather lose myself entirely
than breaking apart, whilst
trying to prove myself
in the eyes of the forsaken

So, now I’m stepping under the Sun
searching for my very own shadow

© 2013 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Ordo Ab Chao!

Arise! whilst feeding on the ultimatum,
the wrath of the unsatisfied, looking up at what’s not humane
through the veils of light, Oh! Let thy kingdom begone!
Turn to dust, and then fly off with unresolved fears

Open thy eyes to the despair, the burning desires
let torrents of sin run through thy veins, turn into stone
feel the twists, aching heart beats and ice-cold fires
breath in the dry Sulfur and let the lungs die in vain

For, yet in the next Armageddon thee will be gifted
with the sight and the light beyond thine realm
be granted a spirit-walk upon the ninth kingdom
twisting knives of 72 promiscuous virgins

Fulfilled promises… hark!

By the bloodless right to disown a fatherless child
I call upon thee, the chaotic lie, the ruthless parricide
the imbalanced pervert, the uncivilized fetish
come lay thy dark shadow upon these puny little lives

Oh! Let them reap what they have sown
treat their fragile spark of hope with barbarous heart
vanish in the rustics of the heaven itself
God is no more, neither is the opposite

Out of chaos, comes order..!

© 2013 Pamuditha Zen Anjana