Beyond the grey staleness of the void,
where dreams collide,
I seek in your embrace,
a warm place to hide,
when the nights grow heavy and cold.

The sun ripples red through the veils of inevitability
Decay and darkness besets all
When everything we know shall not fall,
but crumble, into oblivion.

We are forgotten.

Still, we see through filth of your disguise.
Your bankruptcies and moral demise.

Oh how peaceful change can be,
If it is attained through conformity!
We are your once lost dream!

The lonesome figurines along your wall,
The distant, wailing familiar call,
And the endless strife for remembrance,
That we may not be strangers to the froths that we are
That we may struggle to come so far, only to fail, unlike you.

And so, by mere virtue of the nuisance that is all other things
We are, among the many things that we are,
Honest, True, Controversial and arguably good,
But, forgotten… dismissed and forlorn.

The children of dismay, whose wills robbed and voices clogged,
Once again, the generations outcast and lost to your pointless device.

A world suspended in demotion
Devolution devours all entity and creation
The entirety of existence,
Reduced to the mere ridicule of trivial things alike.

Much is at stake, and yet nothing.
A staleness of fire-like flare,
Stranded in demise.

Endless plight, and compromise…

And I wonder what begins my day.
How I summon the power to stay,
O’, and how we endure decay.

Now, the music we knew devours the sun,
The outro of all this begun...

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

The world is gathered in breath,
And soon a day will dawn.
When everything else is gone,
When the willows awake,
Daylight shall break,
Over the vacancy that bonds the ends of you and I,
Beyond the reach of things unknown,
Beyond the endlessness,
Alone.

This night I wake, to musics aloof,
so distant in the wonders of passion,
and so eager, that yet, amused,
I say,
I've found here so little, compassion!

It saddens me when I stare out into, the vastness of our despair
for I find no shelter, in the wilderness here, and I seekth for none out there!
The nights have been generous but sturdy still; ever lonesome, waking, and bare!

Tonight, will be a memoir,
and the lines will read in stone...
The moors shall sing to the whaling,
and the mermaids back to back,
to the worlds of elderly woe,
and the nights so cloaked in black!
the fiddlers shall sing, and choirs resound,
the ruthless words of wedded bounds...
Onto the veiling bow, and great divide,
we dare in this silence, still confide...
to the vow of endless dream!

A.r. Bazian
*2014

It is a wonderful thing, when the willows doze,
at the stillness of a winter breeze.
The season settles, and it never goes,
with the passing dues at ease.

The heart so stale... the dreams so pale...
But she would dance a-still!

She would turn the world around,
and she would would bring the walls to sound,
and she... would run the waters still!

The stalemate arises, all so subtle,
and the wind in willows, hurdled in muddle,
would fly no more, until...
She sings to be, she sings to me...
And then she would cry, and I shall cease to be!

A.r. Bazian
*January 1st, 2017

Brother, let me hold you tight…
Shelter you through the long, freezing night!
Behold, before all that surrounds us come ablaze…
How the fires shall devour, the minutes of every hour,
How the restless shall reap, and fairest will cower!

When the night grows thin…
How the world unfolds!

The tides of time shall pass, and this too… my friend,
Through the tainted glass, through us both; me and you,
The wind… every so westwards!

Light, blinding and bright, soon shall shine.
Through the pain and the rain, so everlasting…
So in vain…
O’ how little we knew, despite me and you …

The earth shall twist and turn,
And the skies shall rain on you,
Yes… Out of everybody else,
But I, my brother, will shelter you!

O', how endless our love and plight…
Endless through the day and night.

A.r. Bazian
*August 26th, 2016

The days and nights
cluster like dust.
Mistakes from times
of youthful lust.
For there's a change, that even with regret,
cannot be undone.
Like the lonely and the fearless...
from glories lost and gone.
And as the rains pour to cleanse our path,
of reckless deeds and scars of wrath,
the nights unfold, and memories pass;
leaving the ruins of past bygone....
Through a route of thorns and broken glass!

Do not mistaken me for a dying tune,
Nor stare with sympathy or regret...
We all have chosen roads, and goals we have set,
but please;
do walk away and remember we met...
I do not know you, nor myself, I bet...
But the day's still young,
and the leaves are wet...
The moments will come...
When I'll stand *****...
Just as i do now,
with this weight off my chest!

A.r. Bazian
*Written in  2010