Maybe someday you'll long like me
And then you will understand my poetry
When all your heart is bleeding out
And then has nothing to weep about
The empty chambers will scream the loudest
The heart which once sang the proudest
Looted and plundered and left with nothing
Nothing but words left for the shutting
In emptiness and longing there is fulfillment
Infinite motion in the abysmal stillness
I've seen men become walking corpses
Seen men jump willfully into losses
And seen men become bankrupt and spent
Watched them distorted, decayed and bent
All this naught for love yes only love
Making hearts bleed for fruits unplucked
Everyone will someday long like me
And then they will understand my poetry
They will hear the noises still unheard
Their hearts will bleed the unspoken words
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
My words dissolve on my fingertips
My poetry runs across my palms
Onto your hands held in my grip
Then flows up to the slender skin of your arms
And shivers and dances in a way
I could not have imagined before today
Although this vision I have seen so often
In day dreams and ill timed thoughts
Of this time which cannot be forgotten
Even after my ashes are left to rot
All my dreams seem to lack the lustre
Against the freshness of your eyes
Where my verses are hot and flustered
And fly blushing through the afternoon skies
And replay how I held your hand
And think of how it stopped our time
How we halted the hourglass sand
When you with love held onto mine
I left my poetry dancing on you
When the sun was setting all too quick
Let us meet and be together soon
And make our time unflowing thick.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Pull the strings of my heart
And play the song of your eyes
Cradled in my languid arms
These seconds over a lifetime
Better have a little poison today
Than carrying it in your veins
Letting it cause wear and fray
Pluck the chords of my heart
And play the tune of yours too
Now we know each other's parts
We reflect like the sky in ocean blue
Let the silent song fill my lungs
And make me breathe pure
Make me breathe like never before
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Out of darkness a stiff rule of compassion
The colours suggest that black is perfection
The more you try to remember faces tonight
They slip and fall into the pit of your eyes
Shields and walls are weapons in this world
Trembling hands upon the bloodied hilt
Shivering arms gripping the bolt action rifles
Shaking fingers on triggers wet with sweat
Progress needs the sacrifice of the innocent
This fire needs the fuel of the undeserving
The flood needs the tears of the blameless
Tonight everything we ever won is burning
Wings without feathers over towers of steel
And flowers without petals under metal feet
Now we stand weak at the forest gate
Planning to light up the woods in a blaze
The sins of our past might get burned away
And the tired eyes will finally get rest today
But we forgot that in these vengeful embers
Hearts heavy with guilt only ooze and fester
Run from the smell of the charred bodies
The stench is fingers pointing to blame
Crafted like the war flower made by God
With petals of beauty and thorns of shame
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Well now the sky might be sad
We cherish even the fights we have
The droplets are fretful tears of pain
Torn out with an excuse of rain
Outside the road is not wet
But in my heart it is raining
And all the love we have kept
Now like always; won't be failing
The sun is not creeping out yet
And the birds are not singing
Tell me darling have you slept?
Or is even your heart ringing?
Sing to me about your heartache
In a voice with a trembling shake
I know because even I lie awake
I know because even I lie in wait
And lover when the rains go away
Sit and count the falling stars
With me in the cold today
Bathed in the warmth of your heart
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
I am that faint dream you had
The spark of the unlit match
Long ago on a summer afternoon
The scent that leaves too soon
Like the faded dancing flame
Of the early morning light
In frevour and fury untamed
I die with the departing night
The flash flood in the spring river
Needing only a moment to deliver
Lasting pain and unending harm
I leave quick but take the calm
I am the thunder that struck
And burned everything to dust
In an instant I come and go
You know I am fatal though
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Over there a young boy falls
And over here a woman weeps
When bugle and clarion call
Not mothers, but army keeps
Children of the country then
In unsullied discipline when
Bugle and clarion cry for war
So father, son and brother fall
The awaiting woman's despair
Smell death and cordite in air
Fall flailing to the sister's woe
Fall weak with strong sorrow
To the old wife's fresh sadness
Fight, hero and fall with madness
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Far away, far away
Beneath a wraith of thorns
Not today, not today
I will never forget the scorn
Far below, far below
Under a bouquet of seeds
I must go, I must go
Where mother and son bleed
Not again, not again
The sky will suffer and hate
Far ahead, far ahead
There are ruins lying in wait
Far behind, far behind
Beside corpses twisted in regret
Never again, never again
Should we let the living forget
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Spill tears upon my letter
Remember me today?
Memories now salty drops
Crumple it and throw it away?
But pick it up, won't you?
As long as it takes
After your anger quells
To count my mistakes?
While your fingers touch
And your eyes scan
The edges of the letter
It will make me feel better
Is the paper damp?
Dry it in the sun
Read it under a lamp
About when love was young?
In the moon and sun
I have sent tokens
Of undying love
In dreams awoken
Keep one eye
On the road for me
Close them once
And hope for me
Keep them shut
and try to see
What couldn't be
And could have been?
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
That night the moon
Ascended reluctantly
To its nocturnal throne
That night I steered
my eyes expectantly
To its corpse cold glow
Under a crown
Rimmed with stars
I saw a specter dance
A faded memory
In a bone white frock
Night wind and grey hair
Soundless voice and empty stare
"Is this just good poetry?
In the moonlit park
Or are these the laments
Of your broken heart?"
She shed a single tear
On the cool of my palm
I said the night fares fine
I cannot hold what isn't mine
She laughed out bitter tears
"Don't hold it for long
Pick up your heart
Cherish what is gone
Bit by bit, piece by piece"
A heart can only break
When someone tries to reach
And plays with it at least
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC