Trapped

I saw a Sun set - then I lived-

Its Glorious glow

commanded the Stillness of the Air-

The Stillness of Life,

The Eyes of the world-fixated-

upon this ambiguous focal glow.

All hail the Queen-Bear Witness-

as she bids the day.

my heart and soul -Tribute-

Then i opened my eyes,

and there She was

Hair of Divinity

Smile of Enchantment

Temple of Temptation-

and me- Victim of Avidity-

[Trapped]

She walked away-

[Trapped]

-Dorian. C. Major

Where The Sidewalk Begins

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
while our minds wonder to and fro,
desperately looking for
the place where the sidewalk begins

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows
and go to a place where no one knows.
Time to ourselves or time with a deared friend,
go to a place where no one knows
and find yourself going
to the place where the sidewalk begins

There is a place where the sidewalk begins
and before the street ends.
And there your thoughts grow
in the light of a crimson sun.
Take a minute and allow your thoughts
to cool in the peppermint wind.

-Dorian. C. Major

Cheap Cigarettes

Long drags from cheap cigarettes.
Warm a pain so cold.
Nothing like a frost to bring out all the flaws in a rock.

Cope;
a concept understood only by the bold.
Long drags from cheap cigarettes.

Hope;
an illusion- to believe what we are told.
Nothing like a frost to bring out all the flaws in a rock.

Dope.
A tourniquet, a needle- Not all that glitters is gold.
Long drags from cheap cigarettes.

Rope.
Tie a noose. Patience has been spent and sold.
Nothing like a frost to bring out all the flaws in a rock.

Elope.
Embrace the darkness- go cold.
Long drags from cheap cigarettes.
Nothing like a frost to bring out all the flaws in a rock.

-Dorian. C. Major

Oh Reaper!

Death makes no appointment;
it strikes anyone at any time.

It doesn't always follow through;
Just gets close enough to stop your heart.

The calmest of individuals...
reduced to hysterical panic.

In the eyes of the reaper,
there is no distinction.

Oh Reaper!
Thou art a heartless wench!

-Dorian. C. Major

Who Am I?

Who am I?
Who do I want to be?
Who am I trying to be?
Who should I be?
Who Shouldn't I be?
Who do I have to be?
Who do I need to be?
Who am I becoming?
Who am I going to be?
And why?

-Dorian. C. Major

Empathise With Desolation

Consider this:
You are not alone
Yet you still feel quite lonely
surrounded by people. In the presence of none.
Considered it?
But have you really actually fully considered it?
Or just attended to the thought
in a trivial attempt?
Consider it.

-Dorian. C. Major

A Bird In The Hand

Just think

What do you want?

or rather, what do you have?

have you e'er contemplated that?

Just think

-Dorian. C. Major