The Depressionist's Notes

Lost then , never found , a silenced sound

Speaks to me and lets me think

In a time where stalemate resides

And inference comes in terms

With a life filled with void decides

A nothing to everything.

Flipping through the endless pages

The answers await in the remains

And that indifference since ages

It all makes perfect sense

Lost then, bright are that moves in real

Not in the infancy of my dreams

But in the picture perfect of that theme

That barely remembers , a stone came before

This melted fragment who looked into your core

And asked why ? Soon gone , no alibi

Transcending into a voiceless ocean

Moving through these endless streams

The questions died in the remains

For once they smiled at this indigo

Now embraces a perfect present tense

This is my last trash of the year. Thanks ... Ragpicker !

Into The Nameless

Into the nameless through a haunting silence
This clock hand ticks every moment
Rushing through the fading ages I fall
And I fall into an abyss of torment

Through a mask of sanity , this face has morphed itself
To a world that's dead to the heart,
To a heart that's unheard to oneself

Even fate smiles at this body without a soul
Like an emptiness that fills these lines
Like a long day that never seem to end
Like the sun , for some it never shines

Into the nameless through an year of unsaid separation
I still chase the wind that's blowing away from me
Sometimes I wondered what was right ,
Sometimes I tried to see what I couldn't see

But there are no dreams left to dream,
No more glory left to seek
This final fall has flipped me open from the heart
My aging hands have grown weak

Even destiny smiles at this wrath of my life
As it mocks the very purpose of my existence
Like some cornered dust accumulated below the window
Like a rusted prisoner serving a life sentence

Into the nameless, I have surrendered the path
That resides inside the truth of my sacrifice
For some it remains eternally buried
For some it remains just another set of lies

Into the nameless, I scream that name
Only to hear echoes of this silence
And a day that never came
This abyss is me , its all that remains . . .

Binomyia

This an attempt to understand the relation between the intake of drugs along with computer addiction - especially in context to the development of Artificial Intelligence and artificial neural networks.

Something, can never change - fundamental paranoia

Living is not a disgrace that anyone should fear

Constant fear triangulation of the free will

But the word of wisdom sinks the other way

Died long ago , It sinks in more

Nothing will ever touch its face

It doesnt feel it , It doesnt see it

It keeps drowning in the aisle

Eye hole deep within the abyss of wrath sublime

One can never invoke a lifelessness this way

Curiosity made this world cross everyline

Now its stuck between the rock and the day

Someday, the day will change, fundamental dilemma

Will it ever reach the unspoken surface again

Distant cover , the insulation of mind keeps faking

But the word of wisdom falls the other way

Died long go, deep inside the core

Nothing can ever win this race

It doesnt want it , It doesnt hate it

It just keeps falling in the aisle

Blackhole deep inside the abyss of wrath sublime

Can we ever provoke a willful insight this way

Meaningless within every single conscious climb

Now its stuck again with nothing really to say

Something is really numb about,

Way the shores have cut the sea

Tranquilized to everything

Bitter cold in the lost mystery

This blinding paradox sulking within

This blinding paradox is never seen

It doesnt feel anything within

This irrelevance can never be a sin

Skull smashed deep inside the abyss of wrath sublime

Will it ever shatter the remains of another day ?

Hanging closely holding the hands of rushing time

We are just lifeless human clay