The Souls of Carpe Deium
Oh!How the loud muses do echo?
Through the forest of misty meadows
Where the child of dreams tunes
His pipe to call upon the dreamers to woo
Their true god awaken from their slumber
Carpe Deium screams out into their minds
Of those who slept too long dying in contempt
By the peers lying in shadows with steely knifes
To renew old wounds still impaled behind betrayed lives
Still twisting the circle reborn within new hearts
But the shadows sharpen new knifes to penetrate
The society of living poets living too free unbind to tread
Across the misty caves where dreamers follow
To find their true soul and sorrow chants
Calling their forefather to come out to possess them
From Stone Age words chiseled delusional trance
With every depth begins their tribal dance
Moving like the picture show intoxicated rants
The pipe piper bellows on his saxophone
The tunes of freedom and its fiery dance
The drums beat the rhythm of illusion
Coming between the lunacy of dreams
The devil under his pale moonlight dance
The spotlight follows his inviting prance
Where from its frozen lovers beneath his lightning feet
Thawed out by his fiery dancing heat
Joins the devil and his tango sways to meet
The lovers now turns and twisted motion
Brings both sin and lust entwined to all resistance
Thus awakening once more to feed the marrow
Of existing life and live the day without morrow brings
Rain or sun or both married under poetic visions
The dead poets rise with bones and flesh rags
Underneath the soils those worms still eat
Fertilize the flowers and grass with their soulful dirt
Dew drops with tears of much regret
Short-lived in their whirlwind caress
Never reaching the age of grey and fray
Carpe Deium they reached out into dreams
For the angels of Muse Haven descends
To give them their nightly influence
And awaken in a maddening rush of torment
Wet dreams that soak their souls brushed
Into the canvas of eternal inks flushed
The piper awakes them from their sleep
Playing Carpe Deium on his rousing sax
And lady liberty cast away her blind fold
And stripes her long flowing tress
To show her marble skin and discard her scale
Then robs the judge of his mallet
Before justice is done in by binding freedom
Rides off with devil in his shiny new Chevrolet
Across the rainbow bridge to fiery balls of fire
The shooting stars we wish to turn its tide
To dance with the devil in hell with flaming steps
Away from their constant bickering wrath
On who is the word and will
That binds them to their prejudice fill
Longing for their vanity and ascension
To the pearly gates of Saint Peter waits
Calling from thy maddening crowds
Captain my captain voices from the graves
Of death poets still stirring the free thoughts
And causing mayhem and unrest to sway
To the ever so hypocrites and dampen sprites
That waits to shut them up with a thumbing down
Oh! My sweet liberty sounds un-rung
For many a year silence was your rhyme
Now bells are toll and never stop thy ringing
For awaken the captains long gone
To the soils of many unjust wrongs
Never do they rest from the eternal song
On our living breathe words out loud
Thy memories sums up your rise
With poetic rush and lusting excitements
In our gestating loins shoots free will
The songs and words to woo and be wooed
My toast to you my captains
Thy chalice of freedom reigns
Within my blood do stain
Thy ink may runneth over in my brains
To make love each day
And sing you praise for the new gods
Of the rhymes and no reasons
But the will to be unbind and free
To roam the endless seas
Where the muses calls as siren blow
Where Hades is the new meadow of souls
Dance to the blues and rock and roll
Dies not but live in your blue suede shoes
Trotting and sliding with a twist and turn
And awaken the rising poets of Carpe Deium
PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY
Oh!How the loud muses do echo?
Through the forest of misty meadows
Where the child of dreams tunes
His pipe to call upon the dreamers to woo
Their true god awaken from their slumber
Carpe Deium screams out into their minds
Of those who slept too long dying in contempt
By the peers lying in shadows with steely knifes
To renew old wounds still impaled behind betrayed lives
Still twisting the circle reborn within new hearts
But the shadows sharpen new knifes to penetrate
The society of living poets living too free unbind to tread
Across the misty caves where dreamers follow
To find their true soul and sorrow chants
Calling their forefather to come out to possess them
From Stone Age words chiseled delusional trance
With every depth begins their tribal dance
Moving like the picture show intoxicated rants
The pipe piper bellows on his saxophone
The tunes of freedom and its fiery dance
The drums beat the rhythm of illusion
Coming between the lunacy of dreams
The devil under his pale moonlight dance
The spotlight follows his inviting prance
Where from its frozen lovers beneath his lightning feet
Thawed out by his fiery dancing heat
Joins the devil and his tango sways to meet
The lovers now turns and twisted motion
Brings both sin and lust entwined to all resistance
Thus awakening once more to feed the marrow
Of existing life and live the day without morrow brings
Rain or sun or both married under poetic visions
The dead poets rise with bones and flesh rags
Underneath the soils those worms still eat
Fertilize the flowers and grass with their soulful dirt
Dew drops with tears of much regret
Short-lived in their whirlwind caress
Never reaching the age of grey and fray
Carpe Deium they reached out into dreams
For the angels of Muse Haven descends
To give them their nightly influence
And awaken in a maddening rush of torment
Wet dreams that soak their souls brushed
Into the canvas of eternal inks flushed
The piper awakes them from their sleep
Playing Carpe Deium on his rousing sax
And lady liberty cast away her blind fold
And stripes her long flowing tress
To show her marble skin and discard her scale
Then robs the judge of his mallet
Before justice is done in by binding freedom
Rides off with devil in his shiny new Chevrolet
Across the rainbow bridge to fiery balls of fire
The shooting stars we wish to turn its tide
To dance with the devil in hell with flaming steps
Away from their constant bickering wrath
On who is the word and will
That binds them to their prejudice fill
Longing for their vanity and ascension
To the pearly gates of Saint Peter waits
Calling from thy maddening crowds
Captain my captain voices from the graves
Of death poets still stirring the free thoughts
And causing mayhem and unrest to sway
To the ever so hypocrites and dampen sprites
That waits to shut them up with a thumbing down
Oh! My sweet liberty sounds un-rung
For many a year silence was your rhyme
Now bells are toll and never stop thy ringing
For awaken the captains long gone
To the soils of many unjust wrongs
Never do they rest from the eternal song
On our living breathe words out loud
Thy memories sums up your rise
With poetic rush and lusting excitements
In our gestating loins shoots free will
The songs and words to woo and be wooed
My toast to you my captains
Thy chalice of freedom reigns
Within my blood do stain
Thy ink may runneth over in my brains
To make love each day
And sing you praise for the new gods
Of the rhymes and no reasons
But the will to be unbind and free
To roam the endless seas
Where the muses calls as siren blow
Where Hades is the new meadow of souls
Dance to the blues and rock and roll
Dies not but live in your blue suede shoes
Trotting and sliding with a twist and turn
And awaken the rising poets of Carpe Deium
PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY
From the mind of darkness
I embraced the darkside
Unto my own suicide
I am born again
The Poet Of Sith
I embraced the darkside
Unto my own suicide
I am born again
The Poet Of Sith
