Catching Flies - the poem pt. 2

The giving of new names to things much too old
is like a rhythm that’s beating in a marching bands wake
every disembarked dream leaves a mark on the soul
like a tattoo that’s pressed too hard right where it aches

And in the meantime
and in this mean world

All of this abandoned belief is now catching flies
all of these ghost of future past are running wild

Like the waves endlessly crashing on the edge of my town
there’s a silhouette of a welcome sign that’s been torn down
there’s a think tank that runs over all of my thoughts
bleeding the last drop of hope from my sky

(c) Adil Salik

The Lost Supper

Turns out my favorite TV shows have been employing depictions of The Last Supper to thumbnail the finale and outcomes of the show/characters. 

With Sopranos, I was able to decipher the infamous final episode with the help of the first episode, when actually this painting (the last supper) appeared in the debut episode. 

Battlestar with its reflective mythology and colossal character drives used this as well. 

And now, in the same vein, Lost gives us The Lost Supper. And definitely along with it, a lot of hidden answers.

Mixer

This is an ode to all the mixtapes I made...

The Invisible Eye

In a hole far away in a daydream of desperate indecision
In a war of a world gone mad growing all out of its precision
(dye corduroy - dirty street-lites)