Tell me how mad men sleep and dream,
Yet with tired eyes and trembling scream.

hear the cold whisper faint yet so clear
from the shadows who wish to spark the light
hear them whisper a cry from the ruins that remain
from those in darkest despair and left forgotten
they remember well and we shall hear too
the voices that still whispers freedom
hear the resounding and never ending call
hear it rally men and women of all ages
it is calling you to rise up from the ashes
for the voices that still whispers freedom
history calls your name to give what needs be

shall you shout like thunder and strike like lightning?
shall you join the spark the waits in the dark to be set a flame?
shall you join when the time is right with courage and faith?
what is your answer?

hear the voices from the underground...
that whisper through the ruins of man... freedom

Despite your small willow frame,
You gracefully took each step,
As a mark of your humble pride,
Your sweet and gentle face held a smile,
That only heavens angels could dare mimic,
Your shimmering blue eyes glistened,
Like two shorelines meeting at the edge of a cliff,
Glimmering blues and teals,
Your Reddened cheeks and the hint of blush,
Yet that sad longing eyes gave away,
Like the winter bitter wind you long to be free of its cold.

Goodbye for now my little rose,
For here I sleep and never oppose.
Your radiant smile and cheery cheek,
That melt my heart and coldly meek.
Yet days alone were not enough,
For simple wish be here and gruff.
And here I lay upon my tomb,
To never see my lovely bloom.

dead stars have no ghost
only to those who bear its memory

You are not merely art,
you are so much more,
you are beauty,
that was never known,
by it’s own creator.

you ask me for verses
that speak of your name
you tell me you love me
I think it is but a mere game
how do I know you love me so
my sweet would you care to tell

We envisioned of a promising start
Still we dream in the dark most part
The game we play is that of chess
Pieces we sacrifice is light on the chest

You see time in memorial politics here always aim
To support and oppress the poor all the same
No matter what side left or right its a shame
To stay on top of the scandalous political game

To you beautiful stranger
Captivating yet lonely
I wonder what they say about you
Would you mind if I sit
At the back of my mind I picture us
Me and you
Sharing the same cup of coffee
But would you really do
I am what they label an alien
Not the kind of weirdness they make movies about
Not the kind of alienated they would write songs about
I'm just an illusion that drifts by
A welcoming scent
A crooked smile
Awkward baby steps
So would you mind
If you got the time and enjoy
The little things for awhile

oh sweet midsummer dream
drifts in a cool evening breeze
my soul barely even sober
you kiss me awake only to tease

childish minds that still linger
peaceful times where hope rings
they still live like flaming tinder
wandering eyes that look to the light
cherish this simple things

oh sweet blossoming rose
innocent and blooming beauty
i sing to you verses of sweet nothings
for somehow you enchanted me

lure me to your temptation
only to be plucked away
and thrown aside to wither
like some blade of grass

Though we are so far apart
I shall sleep by the gentle stream
And as I dream a lofty dream
I feel the soothing warmth
Knowing that I am in your arms

between good men both sinners and the saints
power in the art of compromise and trade
negotiating with no further restrictions or restraints
either with a firm handshake or a sabers blade
history obliterates in every picture it paints

this men who are myopic in vision,
narrow minded in their thoughts,
have begun to make incisions for division
who with greed for power still plots,

they who are full of spite,
they who abuse such prosperity,
to scorn at our tranquility in the night,
using their given rank as authority,

those who corrupt and continue to corrupt,
censuring the emotions of the people,
Our true feelings shall bound to erupt.

hearts they have afflicted and subjugated,
have now planted the seeds of discord,
from these seed shall grow a twisted tree,
it shall bear poisoned fruit and rotten in scent,
they shall reap from it a death of a future generation,
and that field shall be the ruin of the nation.

in the vastness of the dark abyss
to which it is not the appearance hostility
that gives us the tense uneasiness
but the indifference it shows to us
as we solider on to its unknown abysmal lair

Sound out your bugles, charge over the dead,
As the roar of shells flies over our heads,
Deafening cries of boys which became crazed men,
The path of death in front of us is never our friend,
As the cry of victory has surpassed,
After the fog of battle has lifted from the grass,
Men of different armies and ranks,
Lay lifeless near a ****** river bank,
Those who still refuse to die,
Screams and moans are their last cry,
Oh youth who gave your breath of life?
For peace is not a cheap price.
Is our life worth giving for our nation’s honour and pride?
Yet this is no battle, nor glory but a slaughter of lives,
How it all started with dutiful and a gleeful cheer
Now ends with regret, death and fear
sweet wine of youth now spilled upon the soil
cursed are those who live to see the light after such turmoil
no tears are seen from your cold lonely face
To those who lay pale and lifeless within coffins encase
crosses of white erected but without any name
to you a wreath of red roses, less we forget such disastrous  shame.

love grows and gets lost as it goes
short is its bloom
crumbles as a withered rose

in a city full of people
bustling around and about
a city of millions
lay lonesome together
under a sky somber night...

Forward they cried hiding in the safety of the rear
As the men in the front rank die face filled with fear
Now the generals staff who commands as they sat
And see the battle lines change from the field map
Seeing it move side to side as their boys falter and die

childish minds that still linger
peaceful times where hope rings
they still live like flaming tinder
wandering eyes that look to the light
cherish this simple things

are we but lonely dreamers
drifting upon a sea of twilight stars
not knowing when to wake

Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Was how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn’t come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around

I didn’t know what to do
So, I waited for you
While Everything Burns
I'll wait a life time for your return

If one must love a rose,
you must love it wholly,
from its blossoms and thorns,
for love itself is not a easy thing.

Upon the vandalized wall speaks an aged truth.
Where their scars break old meaning to fill untempered law.
Hold bound by promised taste of their life, yield their fruit.
Their temptation to attain an enlightened mind, whether clawed or naught.

Dear Good Sir,

I am quite tolerant of your vainful antics and acts
Yet as your dearest friend i advise and implore you
To state the fact and only the matter of the truth
On your hubris arrogance and shallow attacks
Reflect on your words before our paths intertwine
And before i lose my patience and draw the line
Take caution in your next steps you might take
As your friend know our companionship is at stake  
Yet if you remain relentlessly stubborn as ever  
You know my grievances and as well as my answer
I wish for none of this yet you force my blade
For my honor your life or mine i shall trade

Your humble colleague,
M. Ocuaman

summer heat and fresh breeze
that comes once again to greet
wishing for the days of autumn leaves
where golden brown trinkets that slowly fall
as each leaf dies as autumn calls
it blooms once more like spring enthralls

Knowing,
Oh woe is knowing
As you try to say your genius no one listens.
As you talk to others they never understand.
You can't socialize because your all alone in your interests.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

Your in a crowd, surrounded by people yet alone.
No cares, no one pays mind, they all roll their eyes.
They don't want to wake up.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

Alienated from your, society, culture, and religion.
All they do is their normal.
nothing they do is normal, **** their normal.
Their normal is stupid, ignorant, and will bring destruction to them all.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

You feel like an alien from a faraway star.
Yet still human.
They constantly say that you are weird, strange, incoherent.
But that because they haven't broke out of their deep box, with no escape it seems to them.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

You with a mind of enterprise you try everything you can to save them.
But it all doesn't work.
For they all will never listen.
Then they try to blame their problems on you.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

The scapegoat has come, the end is nigh.
They call you a witch, enemy of the state, criminal, and worshiper of the devil.

All the sheep follow the wolves.

What is the ultimate irony is.
They are the agents of the devil, for what is ******, but sin.
And so they set you on the altar, tie you down and.

Sacrifice to the wolves.

And so they howl in unison and that is the last thing you hear.
Not your mothers comforting voice, but the sheep and the wolves howling til your last breath.

To be honest
I can't believe we actually exist sometimes
Look around you
Our history is so tainted with blood and lies
such unforgiving sin that we forget so easily by
We have enslaved each and one another
all in the name of being better than the other

It's pure madness
We've fought against each other
Killing our own race, our own brother
Without a second to spare

It's scares me sometimes and honestly
If the planet could only speak
It would want us all to listen
Listen to it as it pleas us to work together
To end this cycle of pain and suffering
Before we all disappear entirely

the sad thing is the universe above us
with all the stars and galaxies won't even notice at all
if we suddenly disappear into the darkness of the abyss
We our a tiny smudge hidden in the universes mist
That in all of universal history we are closer to the fall

I even battle with my own existence and realize
that it's just utter MADNESS...

We never demand it nor can we deny it
Oh the things we know and the the things we don't
Even politicians love and hate themselves
It might be heaven and it might be hell
Crocodile eyes and pigs full of lies
Oh the things they do and the things say
Just for a quick cash vote that comes from our tax everyday
Can't say i hate it neither can i love it
We stand for the right
But sit out of sight
A paradox that ends and begins and starts over once again
A record that is crooked but we still dance to its wicked tunes
As we twist and dance to our blinded doom
Faces changes but they still remain the same
Now lets do the devils dancing game
As we go ignorantly mindlessly insane

I know nothing with any certainty
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
even that makes me believe in eternity

Their eyes are so devoid of emotion,
they idle look and go through the motion...

I move I breathe and I think
Therefore I know that I exist
Yet I stumble upon your field I sink
Insensible to your eyes blurred like mist...

I doubt that you'll even know me
Just a muted thinker that passes by
Skeptical like my body and soul can be
Knowing I'll just watch you fly

Engulfed by life's mortal flame  
Such words are that of thunder
A storm that can't be tame
Who's eyes is filled with wonder

Unbent and unbroken
A beacon of might
Unbowed and unspoken
A purger of blight

With grace to match an angel’s wrath,
And rage from hell below,
Had forged ahead a crimson path
And buried midst the foe

I'm scared of my demons.
To me they are heathens,
I feel them breathing,
Their cold hearts beating,
The horrible screeching,
Is nothing but my dreaming,

Yet they are fallen angels,
They fell from heavens grace,
We are no different from them,
They too have a story to tell.

I am afraid I won't have much time
so if it's alright to stare long into the sky
where even my ill fated mind may find solace
within its cracks that shows a bit of Elysium

i have nothing to write
for i have nothing to say
yet i stay awake in the night
for my mind is cluttered
with unclear verses anyway

Here I say farewell my dear friend
For its off for me to walk and go once again
The call of death that whistle the end
Above the field where no man has conquered but only lay the dead
Fear not my friend nor shed a tear in my dread
Yesteryear's youth that blossom the seasons golden past
Keep within me those gay memories of spring
For the dark storms and fierce fire shall consume me and my comrades
Light a candle in my door step will please
So if I may fall in this foreign field and my body swallowed by the soil
My soul may find its way back to the motherlands shore.

underneath the pale moonlight
i can't help myself to stare than fall asleep
watching the stars twinkle so bright
where constellation play around in cosmic paradise

The voice of true men stand in stifle
Through the flash and thunderous roar of guns
Their steel shined arms be the charm of rifles
Bleeding onward charging hordes that rush

True lionhearted brothers took to the field
Who undaunted as they answered the call
Sons and guards of liberty who never yield
Tall and wavering yet strong as a stonewall

Mustered men in hasty unfazed motion
Colors leading high touch by the light
Rising spirits filled with helm of devotion
Through the battle torn horrid sight

Plunge to the purging blaze of battle
Battle cries that ring loud through the abyss
The strength of mortal men's stalwart fate
As the rifle crack and the bullet hiss

Boys filled pale with fright and panic flight
Where the butchered slaughter swells
Avenging swords clash in mid-fight
Frenzied fierce glory as stout martyrs fell

Blurred haze of men in agonizing struggle
Wave of entangled brazen bodies
Wailing and mourning they rustle over
blazing fire that rages that never cease

Till the grave of the valiant have fallen
May they rise to the Lord of Hosts
Till final judgement be given solemn
To we who endure give you your last toast

They spoke of honor, faith, and pride
My dear friend may it, my brother
This conflict has bleached its shine
Resilient we both are resolute to the end
Though we stand in opposite ground
Though our colors standard stand different

By breath of the breeze they flutter
To the land they impale our mother
This land now broken that cries to unite
We are all its gallant sons and daughters
Undaunted when called to the task
No matter the price and labor it shall be paid

Though our guns face in defense
Yet always in clashing tragic conflict
Aggressors and traitors, claimed foe we yell
Though a lie we know hidden well
In both we serve to protect our mother
To each we understand and know
That someday we too would falter and fall

What are we both fighting for?
What do all this shameless struggle be
Two brothers now tossed and torn
Two brothers dressed in different tattered garb
Anointed stains of red and black
As we both cry and feel the sharp bitter agony

But with all this said and done
I salute you so my dear brother
As I salute my fallen mangled own
I bow and kneel in fatigue and torment
Knowing we have shown great valor
Shattered flesh that once had lived

We all have endured equally
In this harsh vigorous tainted field
You had fought hard as I
With tears that flow I try to hold
I carry both burdens my own and yours
Buried together with same guarded honor

To hear the wailing sympathetic mourns
Melancholy hovers and fills the air with grief
You are Judas you are Lucifer you are Cain
Yet i have honored you and not slandered your body
Neither talked scorned or ill of your name
I have loved you though i have not known you

My dear brothers you all remain at rest in silence
Peace has arrived to rob your suffering away
I shall live and stand steward upon your tombs
Solemn will be the days when I lay down my arms
Patience that ages and fades in my drowning temple
You shall not be wayward lost for you are finally home

Sentinels of dreams, vanguard of centuries
Your acts be given as providence resides upon us
Watch over us all my dear fallen brothers and sisters
Intervene through your spirits that echoes eternally
Hail to the provider the giver of life to whom we trust
As we march and conquer this murky transparent soul

Where there is darkness
A shadow creeps
People are a mess
And hope now sleeps
The world is in slumber
With demented dreams
Nothing is left to wander
As the world is filled with screams

we were never meant to be
a fleeting mistake
that lasted some what centuries

Chatting ladies of youth are one of lovely Tivoli's flowers,

Talking about nothing than the material world of desire,

The life they live sweet, innocent and kind in manner,

Snobbish in some, playful in words and action with others,

They laugh in pure luxury, rich in scene,

Youthful in beauty and through their hearts it seems,

Enthusiastic within the comforts of the high walls,

never seeing the cruelty of the world that rises and falls,

Their dream and fantasy's linger as it dances for a while.

among the world I have a name
that drifts among the unknown
what I do and what I've done
is weaved among my fellows
who are just like me, until death
we will remain nameless in history

Lost in the dark of the night
Where the moon shines not
Into a garden of shadows
Where my soul wanders about
Among the cold misty haze
Rest I may yet waywardly linger

There you are standing so beautifully
quietly humming a song to to the breeze
as i lay gazing till i fall soundly asleep
Feels like a scene from distant dream
just a melancholy moon kiss by the beams

Here you are standing by the edge dangerously
Dancing with the stars on the lines of infinity
all these lost past youthful memories
singing all these nostalgic strange melodies
watching you as if i may fall into eternity

Here I am within my room dazing away
looks back to you still awed by such grace
standing upon a pedestal you made for me
here you are asking me to join you in this dream
sweet smiles you offer me as though i should be free

here we are now waltzing gently to the symphonies
within our own little space, our own found galaxy
Waiting for our fate, our final eternal destiny
to which i wish to never waken cause this is ecstasy
but i know this only a dream a surreal ambivalent dream

My heart thunders in my ears
As I rise up and away
Gloriously far from all my fears
To face a radiant new day

Alongside the sun and stars
Up here is where I know
Freedom isn't that far
From where I dance in the gods' meadow

The sky is luminous and I am bright
High above the world I left behind
While some weep and others fight
I've found peace in my mind

Outlined with angelic light
Untainted by the evils' spite
My universe will not forever last
But for now it's the future and not the past

come with me as we frolic upon the hedges of sweet ****** roses
as we twist and turn with the cold west wind from the abyss beneath
come dance through the graves of the past to which all shall join
such music that brings pure thrill to the heart that ones beat loud
silence is but the end to which we all dance together bones to ash
hand in hand around a funeral fire guided by the music of death