Optimistic Clairvoyance

Sugar cube crystals pouring from the kitchen side
Infusing my blood stream as it lands in my veins
It brings a technicolour focus to your moves
The way your shakes bend the support beams
Shift and shapes the claustrophobic closets
To a blooming lotus flower over shadowing a dead town
That way you sway it’s a catastrophe
Sounding off your unique brand of light beam

Girl I’m a prisoner, I always was
So before I suffocate completely
Tear the foundations apart and set me free
Self-destruct our fractured lifestyles like visionaries
No kindness, No bullshit, Let the heart unabashedly beat
Grab my hair, trap me in between those thighs
Embrace every cubic-second of me
Only we can understand and produce the perfect synergy

What do I have to do
What bones of mine do I have to break to show you
It’s do or die here tonight
And I’ll die again and again
Take any form it’ll take
To grab your eyes into that reality
Cos if it’s not you it’s constant misery
And I’ll ripen from the world tree till I get it right

Sebastian Noël

Gone (W.I.P)

She shatters the sound barrier
With a silent mouth and detached glass
As the respiratory routine escapes her
It’s time to dissolve from the very time itself

With her iris now pillaging it’s shade
From every other faucet of her surrounding
As the scalp’s flowing red keeps the sunlight
Peeking from the fringe to survey the surrounding
Grasps turn into scuttles
As the portal’s to the gazes overpopulate
There’s no direction to go to incite some relief
This is the reality of the rest of the night henceforth

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She’s gone, gone gone gone
Gone to somewhere beyond comprehension
He tries to follow you with tap water and lexicons
But such things don’t exist where she is now
With shutter eye visionscape
Stitched facial features
As the voids they covet send you straight to hell
A stethoscope prison, a smartphone filter ghetto
Gone gone gone gone gone

And he’s gone gone
Course he did what else would he do?
Why would he appear this time?
With the knowledge to set you free
Course he ain’t bloody here
Gone, gone, as I am too
I can’t return as is
She’ll have to enter stasis again

Sebastian Noël

Winter Gibberish

Skiing through the mog, that January generously brings
The cling of smoke, running it’s claws through my hair
I feel all ready dead, but in the best possible way
As the outline of your silhouette skirts in and out existence
My elation hasn’t gone un-noticed by the populous
As they chime in hope to become conductors
Like a circuit that spans the city; the elation can power us all
And we can sore outside the colours and pages
Tear our fingers into the camera lens
And escape the logistics that would guide our hearts along

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