All of space, all of time, all of man;
Inevitably doomed to find,
All will end in utter darkness, condemned and ****
Thrusting forth is a new mankind,
May these be our guide to the source;
Like oil separated water, these spirits cut the darkness.
The Torch Bearer's light pierces through, like a blinding force;
May these be the souls of our brothers and sisters bless.
May this be the marking of a new beginning, a revolution!
May the taught question their institution,
Let them seek what is truth, what is real.
These are the Torch Bearers,
Their souls hidden, their faces they conceal.
I will join this order of peacemakers: bringers of hope,
Not bringers of terrors;
Though, I have but one reservation:
To let my light shine the brightest.
I wish not the be the one to act as perfection in example,
Better yet still, an example, this light reveals all my lowest.
Lower still would I be if I hid, never to confront that which so simple;
Denial of my wrong, of the falsehood of man, of my ego.
Come forthwith, follow me.
Hand me your eyes and I will change all you see.
Lend me your mind, as I will challenge it presently.
Your heart is yours to choose: for me I may fail you,
Or for you to rot solitarily.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
Man. Before all is set into motion;
The Guardian Warriors of a higher notion.
Received by the greatest in pride, crippled-all.
Turning from the hands of creation, they fall.
Man. Out of the dust, is born with new life.
Given chance for anew without strife.
A voice, rising to meet the sweet kiss of the sky;
The lips left dripping like honey, out flowing every lie.
Man. Marked with The stench of Death;
Yet, given life through, by the Maker's breath.
Delicate is the balance of this fragile thing,
Limited is the body, flowing freely the soul beyond them.
Man. Blinded with love; For something greater,
Subject to the gravity of self, Pride becomes Praetor.
Apathy growing in rapid expanse and expensity.
Given over to the enemy, to fuel the enemy.
Man calls to his maker; In his time of desperation
In truth and ideal sacrifice, the soul gains salvation.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
My heart, broken by the overuse of my pride;
Stabbing you with a rage that I myself do not know I hide.
This road I walk, a warzone of the spirits above and below;
Please, help me with this defeat, take this rope from me now!
I meant not to bring dismay, these thoughts are not mine.
Bound by chains, though not seen; I am not fine.
Free my soul! O Father who art…
Take my tribulations, bring them to their end
Destroy them at the start,
Let something grow again.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
The sea waves, one finds not a single origin of life.
No being or spirit gives sound to fife.
Broken and spewed; Tossed and drowned.
This vastly open abyss,
Is too ghastly to dismiss!
Ignorant to below; Cannot see what is found.
Phantoms of the blue haze beneath,
The cold glass of sea it ceases to sheath.
My heart grows fonder of my home on ground.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
I serve for you unto the dust;
But, I will not ever,
Never not, die for you my king!
Your selfish desires haunt, oppress us in lust,
You take your place close, your throne on heart.
I am the rightful heir,
Given and, yet, accept if I dare!
I serve for you into the gust;
Often in passion, lest it be in love,
I carry the banner in Name!
Changing and warping my thoughts,
You take me under, choking the air.
I am the one, I am the King;
Said and done, I'll never give care,
Away from me! you broken thing!
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
My eyes are closing,
Heart slows in beating.
The rhythm of my breath,
It is the vehicle to darkness and death.
Lying from falling, falling from lying;
Open my eyes, see there is no denying.
A world of joy and beautiful creatures;
The mind's imagination, setting unfilled features.
A reality unbeknownst to us all,
Hidden in the folds of half-truthed ignorance;
May it lead to the inevitable of man's fall,
Crumbling under the gravity of his arrogance!
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
O how they are seen, seen by the lens of mercy.
Left in the blight of others; the poor, richer than these, yet cares not to share in their wealth.
Man’s pity upon them brings still no such help or aide.
The news of their putrid treatment is rapidly coming to fade.
Let this be their voice, let this define their identity!
Or do we accept the sight of this obscenity?
We build wells, churches, schools; basics of the top world.
All the programs and proposals and projects are never haltered hurdled.
Disease, discrimination, disrespect, the dismembered, the darkened.
More and more we find things to hate, things to judge, things to call our subjects: our plotened.
Let this be their war cry, our call to action!
Let this be our Cri De Coeur; Not a retraction!
This is not something to joke, this is not a game!
We all are human, we all have blood-red veins, we all are the same.
We must abide by the liberties of ourselves; our Human Rights; For all of us to gain!
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
A curiosity overcomes my mind;
I feel as though I’m beginning to blind.
I do not know if I see you rightly,
I guess, I’ll stay along quietly.
I’ll hold your hand and taste your lips,
Breathe in your hair, hear your voice.
I’ll only see you in an eclipse,
Because I’m blind to your noise:
The stories of your mistakes,
Your deceptions and fiery lakes.
I know they’re there, but I am blind;
You and I are held together by a stronger bind.
You are an angel, perfectly designed.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
My heart daily beats upon the rhythm of my soul;
Yet, whilst with you things begin to unroll.
I start to gasp for air, I don’t even care!
My heart begins to rapid,
Before, my life was far from vapid.
Feeling it could explode from my chest,
Now my heart could fly to Budapest!
I don’t know what to say,
If you could, say something if you may.
I can see your face: gorgeous in any light,
Your eyes, vitreous with delight.
For a time, i’twas filled with obliviosity;
But, as of late, I’m filled to the brim
Overflowing with a great gaiety!
And to let you know, this was just off a whim.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Who am I to speak with confidence;
When none I have to give in verbal nonsense?
Who am I to think;
When ignorance drowns me in a sink?
Who am I to see with rosed glasses;
When I am overcome with blindness?
Who am I to hear;
When I listen only to mine own fear?
Who am I to feel;
When I decimate our heartfelt seal?
Who am I to be;
If I act as what is portrayed of me?
Who am I to take a stance;
If I stand on nothing of balance?
Who am I, to be who I am?
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC