Hey Readers, it’ll be slow posting for the next day or so, but I’ll be back with vengeance heh!

by Taxi

In the meantime, enjoy Plato’s archives and this little cinematic gem I discovered this morning:

Metropolis Apocalypse (Beneath The Haze)

Lost souls

Walk through doors of greed and envy

Dulling the orange streaks

On bleak city streets

Where iron drains bite back the concrete

Spitting poison deceipt

Fixing the masses with an opiate

Of imaginary  shadows disturbing fate

And there we breathe beneath the city’s haze

There we regurgitate our wasted days

Crying with the dead in cemeteries.

From the subways of society

And the beaten tracks of poverty

The think raft of sanity

Drifts in search of stability.

The pollution in the river

Is the corruption undercover

And while traffic wrestles with despair

Secreting the aborted air

All hurried roads lead to nowhere

And there, there we breathe beneath the haze

There we regurgitate our wasted days

Crying with the dead in cemeteries.

In every mind there’s a crowded city

Built by the dry hands of apathy

Invading the soul’s privacy

Where every emotion is shelved within

Waiting for the devil to strike a bargain –

Souls so pale souls for sale

Souls that kiss with lips of sin

The face of days that have no ending

And there, there we breathe beneath the haze

There we regurgitate our prison days

Shackled to the dead in cemeteries.

Subterranean obsessions stalk the nights in lust

Cursing confessions spitting dust

At the silence that wakes, but into unconsciousness

And while souls sleep, white butterflies weep

And roses bow to grace their own death

Wild moons howl at the blinded owl

And nightmares flirt with the insomniac sleep

Dreams are subdued by the phantom breath –

And there, there we breathe beneath the city’s haze

There we regurgitate our sleep-walking days

Dreaming with the dead in cemeteries.

Down the theaters of shame

The tempest’s seductive fingers tame the fire

Of crimson hearts flaming with shameful desire

On street corners lit by luminous cigarettes

That bleed the stench of sex and hang the sweat drier

Swaying to the rising heat of her red and black attire

And the shadows of nightly fantasies

Plead to satisfy her

Willing to pay through flesh and pain

To slave for her pleasure –

Bewitched by the steaming wont of the tempest’s gaze

Lost souls and missing persons on streets with no names

Walk through the invisible clouds of her acid-pouring gaze

And there, there we breathe beneath the haze

There we regurgitate our lustful ways

Loving with the dead in cemeteries.

The decadence of Rome still burns in the modern metropolis

The invisible rising smoke eclipsing the concrete evidence

Where dark desire proclaims itself as the apocalypse

In cities where property is the opium of the masses

Fat and numbed veins itch for a possession to fix

And empty we gaze and breathe beneath the haze

And tight-lipped we regurgitate our tasteless days

While the worker is made to weep working through his ways

While the actor is made to mimic the mutation of his plays

While the painter is hung by the string of his colors

And while the musician is put to sleep where in dreams he suffers,

The voices of unknown poets lay deeply… silent.

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