High Tides: Dented

Of twists and turns, the fates unfold.
Glacial breeze of lives foretold.
Twist me, churn me
Wring me from my withering soul.
Born unto a fate, squeeze me cold.
For the poetry is lost, the essence sold.
Trapped in a symmetry, trips of the old
Featureless fantasies fallacies behold.
Dented and hollowed, remorse aholds.


Sorry.

High Tides: Ethereal

The real ethereal..

Presence of a ghost.

A silent host..

A chill wind blown down a soul.

A spectral presence,

down the funeral home.

Surreal wish, but of nothing, mere ethereal.

A sweet dagger thrusted inside,

the gentle hands of a seductress, heavenly reside

A wish of lust and yet nothing, 

but of mere ethereal....

Figures of absence,
and the strength of steel.
First, wisps of real,
then sullen ethereal.
Heathen presence of the pasts conceal,
a morsel of truth,  the rest ethereal.

Into the light, I humbly stand,
with a bow of the head, a wish in my hand.
A wish, to once and forever reveal..
Truth is throughout unreal,
all is but One....Ethereal.

-Askios

P.S.: Very fond of that word 'ethereal'. Again, dunno when I wrote this. Got high, that word came to mind and everything else was .....ETHEREAL.

High Tides: Trip through a mirchi

('Mirchi' is the hindi word for 'Chillies/Pepper'.)

A trip through a mirchi,

a bite she does,

an invisible buzz.

Secretly,

a trip through a mirchi.

A pain in bliss,

a vengeful hiss.

A sweet and sour cut,

she burns my effigy.

A high moon tide,

an infernal ride,
her spectral synergy,

a trip through a mirchi.

A devilrous curse,

a poisoned hearse,

ancient poetic verse,

a psalmic energy,

my trip through a mirchi.

Soul searing lava,

my life through java.

Requisite Fire,

that abridged much higher,

you stroll my syllable 'E'

my trip through a mirchi.

As you now fade,

to an immense serenade,

I bind my devilry,

it's a trip through a mirchi,

a fine trip through a mirchi.

A poisonous form,

in the physical form of a mercurial banshee,

of a diligent scythe,

an ominous  vibe,

eternal riff yet a subliminal rife,

a trip through a mirchi.

-Askios

P.S.:Dunno when I wrote this. I was high and decided to chow down on a chilly/pepper and that somehow amplified the trip..thus the name.

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P.S: As some of you may have noticed, I'm not very good at maintaining 'series' of topics, like how the "How to: xx" series ended up. BUT BUT BUTT....I'm anyway gonna start a new series called "High tides", which is a collection of random words I managed to string together when I was outttt. Hope, at the least, you folks don't find it to be a waste of your time, because although some part of it is below par and embarrassing, those are words that my brain could string together when it was not exactly in control of itself, and I'd like to put that across nonetheless.

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