A Paradoxical Truth

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Paradoxical Truth

A Paradoxical Truth

Blind eyes twist an ill-conceived reality into a tangled web of lies;
A sound mind, in all of its clairvoyance, allows for wisdom to unwind.

Mensur Gjonbalaj
February 26, 2015

Dark of Night

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Fantasia

Dark of Night
Darkened skies on the high
Moonlight beaming through the eyes
Sunrise lurking ever-so nigh
In the belly of the beast,
therein horror lies
An aroma of mystique fleets the sky
Atoning for the blood of babies
who for no purpose die
The Witches chant as they dance and pry
Whilst mothers, stricken with grief seep and cry

Bloodlust demons run amok amidst the fray
Jovial of the ever bountiful decay
They flash their privates as back and forth they sway
Maidens scurry the nearing of the break of day
Crepuscular is the early dawn of late May
Upon us, a summer of love succeeding a season of dismay
Roses bloom from the flash of the Sun’s bright rays
Thence doth the behemoth slumber for as long as he may

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
February 19, 2015

All in a Glare

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All in a Glare

When I look at the mirror
All I see is a blob of flesh
hallowed with blood and guts;
Scarred by the toils of time
and sentenced to the imminent respite that is death,
All the beauty I’ve ever known
will some day soon come to pass.
As does a rose bloom, so does it fade.
Our demise is what connects us
to the world.
The mirror I stare at so timidly
reminds me that,
though I see beauty in myself –
both from my outward extravagance
and the absence of any convalescence
and the wonders that dwell deep within me –
I’m just temporal.
I don’t reckon that many others contemplate from such a riveted glare;
Perhaps that’s where the eternal beauty,
if beauty is ever an eternal thing,
lies.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
February 14, 2015

An Uncertain Affair

An Uncertain Affair

Though it may seem to be
love,
at first sight it is merely lust.
Never have I known a more
amorous desire for flesh
’til I’ve met the likes of you.
I know little of who and how you are;
Perhaps, I’d wish to learn more.
Your beauty kindles the anxiety of
an overbearing want within me.
Yet I cannot convince myself to care
for what is inside that heart
any more than I could allow myself to remain calm.
I’m not a fiend, nor am I an amoroso.
All I know is that I want you,
be it for just one night
or an eternity.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
February 8, 2015

Butterflies

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Butterflies

Butterflies
Mindless banter
Sown from demons
Preaching like cantors
Puppets; nothing more
than the puppets
of exploitative masters
Who’ve programmed them
into droned jesters
The intent: to deceive
the masses and keep
order of a disorderly world
One which they’ve conceived
and bore into existence
A reality from which now escape isn’t an option
I don’t sympathize for butterflies
Only fools weap for such feeble creatures
Tears for fears is unbecoming
of a man
– a real man
And man is a dying breed
Once born in humble pride
and enshrouded in the complex diversity of conscientious being
He has been demoted to a rank
that places him below the animals
Man isn’t an animal
for though animals live by way of instinct
Men have surpassed instinct
and millenniums of philosophical and academic enlightenment
for the pursuit of finding themselves
He now thinks that in order to attain great heights
he must degrade and suppress his reason
so that he may progress;
Progression, in its new idiom,
is to see how far one can go in the dramatical shifting of both the natural and cultural conventions wrought by man throughout the ages
Man is walking a slippery slope
and his world is in peril
The pace along the path of total ruin is gaining momentum
and if he fails to stop
It will be too late
He must stomp out the butterflies,
which will in turn burn out their collectors
But until then he must learn
not to cry when a butterfly dies
For upon his eyes lie the tears of his demise

Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 31, 2015

In the End

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In the End
We all get high sometimes
and sometimes we all get low
I’ll do whatever I can to get by
In the end, we all reap what we sow
All she wanted was to climb towards the stars
and even though she landed on the clouds
In the end, she knows that the stars ain’t far

So we soared to the moon
and raced to the sun
The end is so soon
So why not have fun?
We drank in the day
We fucked in the night
Our days fade away
So we’re living it right

She lights up her smokes
and passes mine too
We’re kind loving folks
Who avoid living blue
We fight and brake up
We fuck and make up
We’re young and we’re bold
Living our dreams before we get old

We all do things that we regret
We all make mistakes
In the end our mistakes turn out to be our best friend
Teaching us what went wrong
Showing us how to turn our sorrows into songs
In the end of it all, its who you have that matters
’cause what you have never stays
and real love never scatters

Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 27, 2015

Unloveable

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Unlovable

I know I’m unlovable
You don’t have to tell me
But take it – it’s yours
I know that I’m unlovable
You don’t have to tell me
Message received
Loud and clear
I don’t have much in my life
But take it – it’s yours
I wear Black on the outside
Because Black is how I feel on the inside
And if I seem a little strange
Well, that’s because I am
But I know that you would like me
If only you could see me
If only you would meet me

Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 19, 2015