We walk
we run
we rage
…into the last glimpse of the lightning

We seek
we fail
we cry
…within the deepest core of our hearts

We rise
we try
we fly
…beyond visible nomadic clouds

We fear
we kneel
we dream
…outside our own mortality

...The silence of midnight
beneath a relentless choking
moonless sky
brings a dream of
nightmares awakened by
the roars of a
horse-drawn chariot
driven by the
headless one
haunting me since dusk
Tainted amber skies, there
was this urge to flee
but there came a calm…

There was a lingering whisper in
the chaotic silence of his walk at
the edge of a dagger
He held my sanity
wounding a scar
bleeding from regrets
Closing into my ear, I
feel the vile from his breath
I closed my eyes
shutting the world from reality
but suddenly… lightning crashes
Ironically feels like
a soothing touch…

“I am you…

…at dawn if the sun won’t rise
we will build a fortress
and I
will leave you
six feet under
within the solitude of
delirium…”

…In the Deafening Silence of the Night
a teardrop plunges on stillwater
Ripples turn into waves of emotions
deep in reflection
A clouded certainty of
blinding
deflecting
Illusions
Wading through shallow streams that
drowns me in a delusional enigma
Struggling to emerge from the tides
forged by swords and spears
And with a haze in the air I
sit and ponder where
to tread my path of beyond
To the eastern horizon I
would go
Anticipation of the sunrise in the
morning meadows of
angelic songs
Where brightly colored poetry
pens the sky of a dawn and
paints the rainbow of
bliss and serenity
Forever Sunshine of
undying aspiration
Radiating through sages and flowery vast lands
But the ebb of the flowing river streams with
the widdershin of a withering hope
A shivering truth now haunts
the very core of my soul
Seeds of yesterday will soon
come to season and
the reaping will soon rise beyond my
towering fort…

It’s me and my bicycle
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle
not of the shining
Leaving behind
golden sun is setting to
a different horizon
My gaze are shifting
seeking
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through
forgetting about everything
Tears never care
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on
collide…