tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80998281489385398512011-07-08T07:26:54.273-07:00Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-70091062811554259252009-07-31T10:57:00.000-07:002009-07-31T11:53:18.515-07:00Merciless invasion deep into the crust<div>Bones twisted beyond imagination, </div><div>Burned bodies lying upside down</div><div>Skull deformation, this nameless extinction</div><div>Shackles of blood rusted barbwire</div><div>Tormented visions of the past echoes</div><div>A civilization burned by its own fire</div><div>Child turned slaves, mother turned whores</div><div><br /></div><div>Defiant creature in its own miserable curse </div><div>Deriving pleasure from an undeniable apathy</div><div>Where xenophobia becomes the truest friend</div><div>Where pain speaks through a miserable telepathy</div><div>Collapse of every ideologies like grains of sand</div><div>A disgusting mutant with basic survival instincts </div><div>Where poison quenches the extreme thirst</div><div>Where nothing ever makes it a place for reasoning</div><div><br /></div><div>Horizons beyond the horizons awaits in black</div><div>A silent wrath with a chaos of perfect demarcation</div><div>By the evening they carry the dead in the sacks</div><div>By morning another countdown for a fresh annihilation</div><div>Hollowness based economy, Deception based capital</div><div>Unholy within every sections of the paralyzed mind</div><div>Remorselessness has made the sickness immortal</div><div>Portraits of mental holocaust , artist for the blind</div><div><br /></div><div>Insanity corporation, wizards of biochemical hazards</div><div>Unclaimed new born , ripped from the skin and torn</div><div>Into the windshield of slaughtered humanity</div><div>Picture this process for thousands years long</div><div>Without a name and face , it grows abnormally </div><div>Unaware of its origin, unaware of its quantum reality</div><div>Just a purpose of living without a purpose</div><div>Its only music is the sound of inevitability</div><div><br /></div><div><div>No reason needed anymore </div><div>Severely tortured death becomes the order of the day</div><div>No conscience needed anymore</div><div>Shadows of the blanked past has painted the smiles away</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-7009106281155425925?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-22308423649345968452009-07-18T12:02:00.000-07:002009-07-18T12:06:27.237-07:00No secrets buried here<br />They all seek the final count<br />Behind the horizon lurks<br />A territory of death paramount<br />Domination refuted by domination<br />Acceptable standards for war<br />Peace is a mere imagination<br />Cataclysmic clue from the stars<br />Blasphemy of the bones<br />The casket man smiles from the corner<br />Insanity injected clones<br />Indoctrinated zombies, blood thirsty farmer<br /><br />Screams of violently raped women<br />Pus of the molested child<br />In the name of counter terrorism they came<br />And eroded a putrid terror on the wild<br />Beheading of the infidel<br />Autopsy of the pedophiles<br />Torture in the prison cell<br />The casket man smiles all the while<br />Ripping the skin apart<br />Reducing the time of pain<br />Slicing the head into pieces<br />Tasting the flesh of the brain<br /><br />The stench of the wrath<br />is little too strong<br />What a sinister pleasure derived<br />From cutting the vagina with a knife so long<br />Howling with a horrifying torment<br />Tears mix with the blood on the bed sheet<br />The prisoner women cant resist their power<br />They did it slowly and in turn by the whole fleet<br />Placing burning cigars on her nipples<br />Piercing her ears with septic pins<br />Her every orifice over crowded by that tool<br />An unstoppable mixture of pain and pleasure within<br /><br />Eaten alive by the warhead<br />No divine power is here to help<br />They marched right into your bed<br />Defeat was inevitable as they said<br />Beaten alive by the warhead<br />No natural miracle awaits here<br />The casket man carries the dead<br />With no remorse and no fear<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-2230842364934596845?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-24634455741488003042009-07-13T12:09:00.000-07:002009-07-18T11:18:54.916-07:00That day , this mind never returned home<br />its world upside down, a pile of deterioration<br />excavated from the heart, a dilapidated throne<br /><br />That impulsive rush, while falling in love<br />That smile was an orifice to extreme penance<br />absolute ruin casted into every decaying bone<br /><br />A promise of the face , gentle touch of her hand<br />Burning my arteries of sensation, unseen molestation<br />lust in the eyes, deformation of tempting flesh<br /><br />Taking for granted, this time rushed away <br />Blindfolding her thought mutilation<br />An emasculation of every inch of self-respect<br /><br />She held my heart , welded it with a stinking atrohpy<br />A trained assassin to the peace of mind<br />and smiled her way, that pure debauchery<br /><br />The soul ripped apart, desires disintegrated<br />Screams of unheard pain, skull punctured<br />this axe of love, my coffin of hatred<br /><br />Her memories are like voluntary self-punishment<br />Dark nails of faith hammered inside the chest<br />And keep bleeding till the body reaches the interment<br /><br />What a disgusting dependency, what a hapless torment<br />That voice is like a needle piercing my ear drums<br />Deafening silence , her silence is the final ferment<br /><br />That extreme pleasure she derived out of her squalid fallacy<br />Carcass of my devoured emotions, her deep ecstasy<br />What a dislocated wrath , what a beautiful savagery<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-2463445574148800304?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-18806564335790227642009-07-08T04:03:00.000-07:002009-07-08T04:05:31.045-07:00<div>It bleeds from the rain</div><div>All these dripping saliva,yellow terrain</div><div>On a forbidden location</div><div>Perpetual suffocation</div><div><br /></div><div>A mouth full of disease</div><div>burning with smelling lips,always trying to please</div><div>This bitter pill notion'</div><div>Constantly eats emotion</div><div><br /></div><div>It speaks from the drain</div><div>All these gutter words coming from a lifeless resonance</div><div>Hits upon <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">denomination</span></div><div>Black mental amputation</div><div><br /></div><div>A throat full of confession</div><div>With no one to hear, a putrid <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">suppression</span></div><div>Engulfing in hibernation</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Unforeseen</span> situation </div><div><br /></div><div>Thoughts <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">etching</span> within</div><div>What an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">annihilation</span> of the body, this melting of the skin</div><div>Falls upon a red abolition</div><div>A justifiable collision</div><div><br /></div><div>This vomit full of pain</div><div>All these dripping saliva, asking again and again</div><div>Will it ever end </div><div>As death rapidly descends </div><div><br /></div><div>Just kill what you want, take what you need </div><div>I cant bare a moment of this any longer</div><div>With my body , this bleeding me</div><div><br /></div><div>Just tear what you want, rip that you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">please</span></div><div>I cant bare a moment of this any longer</div><div>With my body, this bleeding me</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S : This poem is about suffering hopelessly from mouth cancer and repenting for the deeds of the past.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-1880656433579022764?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-22299425808147474992009-07-03T12:02:00.000-07:002009-07-03T12:05:41.761-07:00<div>When all paths to peace seems tormented</div><div>And a fire burns the irrelevance of my desires</div><div>From the pain, rises a verdict undoubted</div><div>Twisting control of self-belief even admires</div><div>This shameless craving for absolution</div><div>When all roads to salvation crafted with blocks</div><div>By a fence of undeniable imagination</div><div>That wonders in the delusional space of broken clocks</div><div><br /></div><div>This fire burns inside , this inner holocaust</div><div>This fire burns my ashes , all my dying season</div><div>This fire has killed many of such thoughts</div><div>This fire burns and I live for no reason</div><div><br /></div><div>Chasing a phantom of provoked miseries</div><div>I drill a hole deep within my numbed chest</div><div>and drench these subdued remains</div><div>On a vacuum of cataclysmic aspirations (that dies with the rest)</div><div>Such a crematory of indelible silence</div><div>Are my wounds of lifeless persuasions</div><div>Some appear blur from this burning lens</div><div>Some appear dying under moral fluctuations</div><div>But the incessant fear of life lingers</div><div>As the wild fire of purposelessness becomes pervasive</div><div>I wake up inside a grey wall with scratches from my fingers</div><div>This body dies, everytime my soul decides to live</div><div>My blood has frozen below the unjust flow</div><div>But my skin feels the burns outside</div><div>Inert replica of exact opposites below</div><div>An eternal battle for something that cannot hide</div><div><br /></div><div>This fire burns inside, tearing everything apart</div><div>This fire burns outside,a blackened forlorn vision</div><div>This fire has killed many of such thoughts</div><div>This fire burns and I live for no reason</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-2229942580814747499?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-20339349925155328712009-06-24T00:57:00.000-07:002009-06-24T00:58:35.984-07:00There is this place, a virtual stigmata<br />Where my buried secrets are unleashed<br />Sparking a defiant hollowness within<br />Rusted corners of the mind having a feast<br />They all come to send clues , subliminal clues<br />To a world rendered so obdurate<br />A world that was once so clam and blue<br />There is this place, with the final message<br /><br />Anthrax like prototype of hurricane faced emotions<br />Swallow this poison or crumble down to my inner demons<br />Like a wingless moth at the mercy of this wind<br />That blows against such futile redemption attempts within<br />On a fabric of timeless creation, this imaginary fence<br />The problem with fiction is - it always makes sense<br /><br />There is this place, a stateless equilibrium<br />Oblivious to the most obvious ,logic has faded<br />The onset of this agonizing end<br />Rusted corners of the heart invaded<br />An eventual integration of every blazoned hints<br />Squandering the lifelong false entrenchments<br />This path of crafting new fingerprints<br />An unmatched pain is this counter-enlightenment<br /><br />Cyanide like taste of my bloodstained emotions<br />This shower of poison killing the inner pretensions<br />Like a hairless ape , that seeks cover in this acidic rain<br />That falls on the skin of self-deceptions and fame<br />On a bridge of nameless between the past and present tense<br />The problem with fiction is - it always makes sense<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-2033934992515532871?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-69501160817733125672009-06-21T09:37:00.000-07:002009-06-21T09:42:10.744-07:00Self-inflicted wounds pictures a deprived life<br />once held in the dungeon of darkness, decaying<br />bleeding, rotting, screaming inside<br />in brutal agony, melted bones and suffering<br /><br />captivated mind through the sickness of rage<br />constantly persists to refuse the glimpse<br />of every dying dream and an illusive faith<br />horrifying reality awakens crushing the limbs<br /><br />nailing the pins precisely, steadily increasing the pain<br />erasing all the feelings chopping the leftover<br />emotions with a deep incision, pouring cyanide in vein<br />burning internally, eternal torture comes over and over<br /><br />dissecting the lungs hollowing out the smoke<br />paying close attention to keep this body alive<br />implanting more venom cutting the choked throat<br />replacing each organs by this artificial hate device<br /><br />tranquilized misery proves his stinking flesh<br />watching science fail as this machine is carved out<br />from the body of this child so pathetic, so fresh<br />new born warhead, ready to kill in one shout<br /><br />emptied streets and traumatized eyes<br />time for mass scale evacuation<br />but no where to hide this galactic demise<br />new countdown to extinction<br /><br />a shower of bullets uprooting the bones<br />blood bath everywhere, chaos unleashed<br />he eats the bodies trapped inside the stones<br />and cleaning the blood stained surface till its polished<br /><br />he is released to eliminate everything that exists<br />watching science fail as this machine is exhaled out<br />no more experiments, labs or scientists<br />simply the face of death all through out<br /><br />This is one of my old poems inspired by the Nemesis Project of the Resident Evil movie from my poemhunter account. I felt like sharing it over here. Thanks everyone !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-6950116081773312567?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-89321481223432535572009-06-18T12:03:00.000-07:002009-06-18T12:19:01.931-07:00Inside a melody stricken heart<br />Scorched by the wantonness<br />Some bury it with a formal clay<br />Some burn it with an unspoken confess<br /><br />Without an organic dissection<br />This evolution remains like a chasm<br />Like a thought devoid of dimension<br />That speaks of obscene sarcasm<br /><br />Using a black scalpel of rectitude<br />The fundamental rights are molested<br />Like robbing from a homicidal prostitute<br />A transaction where no emotions are invested<br /><br />Realizations are gang raped by pride<br />Ego squanders the humility of truth<br />This divided earth is a stripping bride<br />Setting the impotence of mind on a cruise<br /><br />Injecting a venom of lies<br />Self deception creates the polarities<br />Love is catharsis disguised<br />Our individuality is our mural iniquities<br /><br />Hope is the best selling fiction<br />Fairy tales narrated by fairy who are sluts<br />This consciousness stands in conviction<br />Judgments comes from all corners with eyes tightly shut<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-8932148122343253557?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099828148938539851.post-79895107246564512602009-06-07T02:59:00.001-07:002009-06-07T13:10:33.646-07:00The clock hand stood still<br />Every passing second hits upon eternity<br />As death stared at my will<br />I looked into the clueless horizons of serenity<br />The fading eyes stared up at the sky<br />A blurred vision of a time that rushed away<br />Thoughts blanked as this life passed by<br />Disguised into a choice of poison and this day<br /><br />No arms to hold me here<br />No angels to hear me cry<br />No place to hold my obituary<br />No one to witness me die<br />No six feet grave for the body<br />No soul to make this life realign<br />No bleeding inside this parody<br />All pain is coherently redefined<br /><br />The blowing cadaverous wind stood still<br />A touch of rejected redemption<br />The waves of guilt crash against my will<br />As I pay for this forlorn invention<br />Butchered by the remnants of black frailty<br />Lifetime supply of inordinate disgrace<br />A sphere of preconceived morality<br />Flip opens the heart into pieces without trace<br /><br />No gates of heaven open for me<br />No breathe seems alive<br />No promised land to set me free<br />No salvation could revive<br />No sunlight appears today<br />No glory left to find<br />No more thoughts , nothing to say<br />All pain is redefined<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099828148938539851-7989510724656451260?l=morbidechoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragpickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671627463067235800noreply@blogger.com5