When glee fills the air, Only I know it’s fare – A price of nightmares And skin peeled back bare. This cold stare That they all share. Always ready to steer My path of rough stairs – Is all but rare. I’ve been down here Like it’s my career. Like always… Endure and bear. Ascend … More My Bane called Life
Met by moonlight – Scarlet skies. The Vermillion district – Countless lies. Only Blue, are you & I. With Red lips you kiss. I get high. I know you lie… but I’m blue and Green. Teach fast and wipe this Cream clean. Nails dig deep, you shroud me in Midnight. I slip the Gold… You … More Curse of the Blue Moon
Where do you find the wise? Under a tree? Or near the sea? By the boulder and rocks? Or a waterfall beside the loch? Maybe the hermit in its shell, Can show and tell. Or the nomad that soars, Will show the right door. Don’t look far, Just look within. Pain, discourse and sin – … More Where Wisdom Writes
Once a blue moon, Withers the boon. Tides of tomorrow, Never comes to my howl of sorrow. The walls of stone, Share the blood in my bone. Stand tall and firm – In my way. Tide that never comes – I’ll never have my say. Only harsh winds they permit. Weathering. Withering. Pain. I Submit. … More Misery of the Mountain
Blood is thicker than wine. I suppose… But not mine. Red weak and thin. Enough to bleed from scratched skin. Could lose a few pints and be fine. Better the white line and dry wine. Thinning every day. Losing the will to stay. Passing straight through the heart. Fast and careless like a dart. My … More The Runt of the Litter
The night may be cold. Shivering shadows, scold. But here I stand, With umbrella in hand. Clad in cold hard steel, Your grey fur and blue eyes of zeal. I can be your shield, Will you help me heal? Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
Strings of light, which beckon to the call. Shimmering and dancing. Giggling with each fall. Scavenging and feeding on last night’s gloom. Swiftly multiplying. Crawling through, weaving a loom. Warmer than before. Easing the eyes. Ready for the long rest, from this body of ice. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
Each step taken, puts one more behind. Each step taken, reduces the incline. Each mountain climbed, leaves a guide. Each mountain climbed, puts one more by the side. Each seed plated, grows two by the head. Each seed planted, makes another bread. The last I step. The last I climb. Nothing left but these weak … More Journey of the Last God
Crack with the head. Engrave what has been said. With the sharpest chisel And the hammer that sizzles. Every strike. Every break. No corner Unflaked. Fine and coarse. Shatter minerals with force. Fury from the mountain. Mass in the tonnes. Unshakable. Unbreakable. Heart of stone is ever insatiable. Every swing. Every pummel. Break sweat of … More Orog’Irig – Sculpting the Unsculptable
The beating heart born of the star, Cradled and tethered, hovering afar. Cord entwined with chains of steel. Eyes still closed unable to feel. Little one, who does not flail, Whimper nor wail. Stay still and stay sane. Just a little while, all will be slain… I’m here. Don’t look yet. You’re still young and … More Last Sacrifice
Art of Cimeries 