The night was young, and the fortress gates opened.
Rams ready to unleash, and the beast roared.
The inner demons woke, and the fiery fire ablaze.
The monster ran to the outer keep door, and seek the blood it had sensed.
Sheeps butchered by the wolf,
And white flags raised to surrender.
Nothing was unscathed, and her temple trampled to the crumbling sands.
It was not enough for her thirst, and she asked not for mercy, but more of her to conquer.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Retinues of scholars and sages,
United in ages of our personal cages.
Desire to eclipse our wages linked in our pages, but always looking our worth in numerical gauges.
Truly the painful retrospect quantified aroma that arousal the mind in spiral, and the very essense of black hole is true chaos in it's definition of creation in us.
As I stand to breathe for a moment, I look to see that it haven't even been started, and what little composure that exist in me dissipated the foundation of a cup that cracked.
Gaspe to grasp that it is ticking, and the sensation of lagging is more apparent with each passing day.
Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe I can rejuvenate to start again, or wake from this dream.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
With our eyes open from birth,
We allow our stimulus to quench our progress
With our eyes closed,
We shall meet together in the other side of the abyss.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
Leaves wisked away by the continuum breeze,
The finite beats echo upon the heart at ease.
The dawn of red hug the sky as the radiance flees,
Putting the summer to surrender on it's knees.
As falls sneaks like a clock work continuum into new millemmium with peace,
Just as symphony has beginning and end of finite notes tease upon the climatic narrative completely seize.
Yearn upon the taste of desire unquenched by sorrow and depair of pandora's forbidden keys,
As the night sky sings the lullabies goodnight and farewell with it's closing chess piece.
This is the feel the tasteless deconstruction of an empty cup of a soul continuum lease,
And as all things end with unfinished books by finite time gaze on horizan of the infinite seas.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
To those who have an estranged parents would not need an introduction,
And those of you who have the gaping wounds would only be christened in self propelled justification,
But any of us in these journeys like all adventures do come to a close.
Proving to everyone your ways are correct,
Or dismiss the very thought you been wrong,
And all finales the conclusions the end is not all we may seem to understand.
No one will know the inner conflict that stirs all emotions into ejected unspeakable anger,
And no self righteous religious leaders would know how to quell the demon shadowed in your best illumination.
For all things are never bygones,
And patriarchs or matriarchs are but a human beings with chipped characters,
But no amount of apologies would dismiss their old follies.
Then the sands come to claim us, breathlessness plunged into a moment of silence,
And all solice come to a halt with all whispers sieze.
The person you feared all your life has become pale,
Body mass and muscles have left them,
While the frail body yielded them a hunched postures.
No matter the prospect you will not be fooled by their weakness,
Nor will you show sympathy to their coming times,
And all senses of love have been depleted bone dry.
No one can tell you "You are wrong,"
Because no one has dealt with your past,
And the world must shut their mouth.
That was about a 6 month ago,
To some it would take longer,
And others there would be no second thought.
Sometimes deepen pain can never be healed,
And those of you who took the picture of the frail parent in the hospital can't deny your feelings,
As you look at the healthy picture against the dying parents you have made up your mind.
The breath is asunder as the lungs clinge to what little air to grasp,
But those of you who choose to make peace and see the dying person one last time is a better person then I,
For not all of us can forgive and forget.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
As stars break into particle,
It's pulled by gravitaional circle.
As human voyage traced by it's chronicle,
The radical ideals etched in scientific article.
We are but the dust particle,
Beings stand verticle.
The true crucible blinded by our opitcal,
Our division of color and race is cortical.
For we are the same particle,
The starchild of miracle.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
The perpetual strength lies not with the control of currents,
But by those who flow with the tide,
And with it understanding the nature that binds us all.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Dimension beginning of vile ****** exposed,
And the Emperor has no clothes,
While helplessly strut a mighty walk without a shame.
Course of history repeating itself,
Like the flow of water meeting in the river of streams,
But recycle through the clouds and back to the ground it flows.
Are we so blinded by the glimmer of the mirage of oasis in the desert,
We toast with sands of dune to quench our thirst of our plight,
And all is but a fickling light ducktaped by words of unintelligible muddled murmur?
This is truly the flawed design of our time,
When we no longer promote arts and crafts of philosophies,
And religious cults of zealots condemned the science and Academia by berating it's achievement.
Likes of ancient times of Agora and the height of it's human enlightenment,
There are forces of deconstruction of society of choas ensued by hateful fear mongers,
And systematic inward of national fevor of berserkers leveling progress.
Maybe another dark age is inevitable,
But little seed of hope I feel tangible,
And sometimes event maybe a phoenix.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
The heavens stood in blue,
Just as water mirrors it's hue,
And ocean dawn reflects the sky anew.
Time and stars light the darken space,
As if catching illumination with our pace,
But hands reach out to finish the race.
Race without a face in the life of maze,
Remembering the face upon your gaze,
A sincere warm smile that would haze.
Heart's tug of war,
The unspoken lore,
And it's forgotten core.
Yearning for two voices to weld
In solidarity beats would of held,
And united minds would meld.
The one way ticket always looking back,
But struggles to find the words to pack,
And in honest words it seems to lack.
Trying to piece every sense
Why miss your presence,
Trying to understand your essence.
Hands stretched,
Mind etched,
I seek only upon thee.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Ladies help define men to stride to be better,
And us men without our equal are prisoned in a soundless white room,
With sensation and voices dulled by empty cup.
The walk without the need to go places,
And the time stopped without her presence,
While searching for something tangible to grasp.
We men are mortified walkers,
Without a purpose or cause,
And lambs of the butchery robbed of shepherds.
We need our guidance,
Soul stone of our pathway.
The woman of our lives are our equal,
The voices where men can have sanctuary,
Our inner solidarity and piece of solice.
They are our inner home,
Our kingdom of fortitude,
The fortress of our essence.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC