The Essence of Life

So press your lips to mine,

Without me you cannot survive.

I have what you need.

My loves,

together we thrive.

So press your lips to mine.

When we are together we soar like doves.

Embrace me once, twice, three four or five.

I have what you need.

We were meant for each other, like hands to a glove.

I give you what you need; that drive.

So press your lips to mine.

I am born from above,

and a necessity in your lives,

I have what you need.

All your idols- by me they were drove,

and life itself-by me it is contrived.

So press your lips to mine,

I have what you need.

-Dorian. C. Major

The Final Door

"The most interesting things happen in doorways."
Your first kiss. Your last.
As one door shuts, another opens.

Always look for the light.
Alas your present is haunted by your past.
"The most interesting things happen in doorways."

A veteran, sleeping for the night.
He is not unfamiliar to the words of Karl Marx.
As one door shuts, another opens.

Two men, hiding out of sight
attending to discreet business, fast fast fast.
"The most interesting things happen in doorways."

A gunshot. Now you see the light.
Take a deep breath. It is your last.
As one door shuts, another opens.

Now you elevate to a new height.
Your time here has forepassed.
"The most interesting things happen in doorways."
As one door shuts, another opens.

- Dorian. C. Major

Suomi mainittu, Torilla tavataan!

Hulluuden;

that's Finnish for "insanity."

What is insanity then?

It's doing the same thing

again and again

expecting a different result no matter many times,

five or six or ten.

Welcome to Helsinki,

the home of hulluuden.

- Dorian. C. Major

That Realization

Age is in the mind. You are exactly as old.
Life begins when kids digest 20th century heroine.

     I felt pinned.

Sickness came to uncomfortable heights,

corrupt and greedy, but very primal.

If I'm really free

it wasn't always so.

You gotta walk it by yourself.                                                      You do not know what else to do.

Heart broke as i watched it
     it disappears down a hole.

The first state in the nation to ban behaviors such as breathing and controlling.

Some of the most remote regions on Earth. Why isn't there more information or footage of these areas?

Growth is predicted to slow or even stop.

And then a door slammed with the deep clash of iron on the heart of the matter.

- Aly Zein Mohamed

The Wolf You Feed

Animal, you're an animal.

Don't take anything less.

Lose control,

let your thoughts, emotions, feelings

flow.

Animals, they're animals.

Look at them

losing control.

Contain your thoughts, be composed.

Don't let your feelings show.

Choose wisely the wolf you feed.

For once he tastes the flesh of your leniency

His hunger will be insatiable.

-Dorian. C. Major

An Assortment of Discontinuous Dreams

I dreamed Warhead Detonator.

I dreamed the metal artmorks of Benin and Ife,

I dreamed Urotoxic,

I dreamed moderate delegates fought,

I dreamed, we don't know what happened...

I dreamed out in the Darkness.

I dreamed upon liability without fault.

I dreamed, with a tempo like a religious prayer.

I dreamed vocal jazz, with costumes and choreography.

I dreamed, "GET ME OUTSIDE!"

I dreamed anything can be collected into a set.

I dreamed...Multiple suicide stab wounds...

I dreamed. Indeed it was unclear...

I dreamed as the blood beat the skin...

I dreamed...now lets try again...

I dreamed...she blushed again...

-Aly Zein Mohamed

Love and Sonnets

Whilst I do believe in love, I do not believe it is how it is defined today (or in the past for that matter).

It does exist. It is not some supernatural force that we cannot explain. It is nothing more than a surge in Oxytocin, Dopamine and Serotonin. It is but a feeling of extreme infatuation, something that can be replicated by the use of drugs; under the influence of carcinogens I can have the same feelings towards a Mac n Cheese as I do towards my girlfriend whilst sober.

My point is that whilst love does in fact exist and I do feel it, it is not as people define it. The way I write my Sonnets reflect this concept; whilst they are 14 lines long, they do not follow all the exact criteria as contemporary Shakespearean or Petrarchian sonnets (rhyme scheme etc).