Category: Arcane Poetry Vol. 1

A son named Halal

The deception

Of perception

Pining for

An imaginary

Love

Neurotic transference

Of desire

Projected to one

Other than the true

[[Arcane/Character Development/characters/Khan|Khan]]

The god’s last huff

His candle flickers

Just light and life enough

Death nearing, snickers

Enjoying the growths, the full-bodied season

Fulfilling of oaths and the results of reason

Death’s icy-cold claws

Caress the wind first …

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Interesting molecules.

Sentences not often formed,

Or commonly uttered.

Funerals I didn’t attend,

Ceremonies intentionally missed.

A compendium of things found, lost

By an esoteric orientalist.

Encephalomalacia –

A softening of the brain,

An idée-fixe.

I want to be a student, but I can’t

I want to be a cop, but I won’t

I want to be a priest, but I couldn’t

I want to be a mystic, and I am.

[[Placebo]]

An anchor to a memory

Of a spot in

When I was contentedly lost.

Alone in an artificial bliss,

I remember the hum of the engine

Solid and smoothly

Transporting me

Nowhere, fast.

I can’t smell skunk

Dreams of darkness, a perpetual night
Eradicating myst’ry of fearful fright
Mausoleum-fresh ardour, humid and stale
A gas lamp glow, haunting sickly and pale
An electric buzz, vibrations improperly silent
The fabric of time stain’d, unsolved and violent
Mossy putrid undersmell of fauna, a cemetery lawn
The reversal of night as she bequeaths the dawn

[[An act of Corporate Espionage]]

I walk willingly to my death

But I will fight

To preserve my life

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[[The takeover has already occurred.]]

We walk a fine line in this life,

Upon the edge of a knife

Between sanity and madness,

Between existence and a void.

The deeper you delve into the meaning of life, the more circular things become. It has become apparent that we’re not supposed to know that it’s a condition of life (sentence). You can view it as imprisoning, but you can also take it as a sign that life is to be lived if not fully understood. We don’t get to know because we don’t need to. This life is a delicate balancing act between light and darkness, a struggle between pain and joy.

The answer to all life’s questions: don’t overthink it; we’re all just along for the ride.

[[ARCTIC]]