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Peter Dallas May 2015
From Men to Men
Awake!
The indignation is gathering...
At the borders a terrible Storm,
Awaiting to break
Woe to thee...

From the ashes,
A national tragedy rises
Dead emotions
The spirit of seclusion
Shadow
...And an age Dark!

Dead voices carried by a wind frozen
Heavy breathing as we approach Agony's Harbour
And shall we inherit the loss?
Shall our journey end?
The song remains unheard
Our efforts endless
Thus we enter the flood
But the Wilderness is Gathering...
Still!
Peter Dallas May 2015
Forsaken be the last tears
As we’re heading for tomorrow
We wished to stay forever in yesterday
Consumed in our desperate thoughts
And once vivid pictures in our minds
Somehow will forever fade by the time

What we believed of disaster changed
And took a form of a greater tragedy
The voices that raised high to prevent,
Now choke in front of the loss unfair
But the eyes remain still wet
Forsaken be the last tears

Oh! Moments before desperation
I beg thee in infinity forever to remain
Never to come back, I silently pray
Repelled be thy works of horror
And if the stride of time ends,
Who shows that really cares?
Forsaken be the last tears

Youth once again withered, departed
Flickered but in the end went off
Dwindled away to unknown ways
Life stumbled and surrendered
And we still count the numbers
But we loose the meanings
Forsaken be the last tears

The grand opus of our age
I wish I couldn’t understand
And if spring once meant renaissance
Now just became a synonym of loss
And siren’s voice reminds our flaws
Suddenly we’ve lost control
Forsaken be the last tears
Peter Dallas May 2015
How fair is it to deprive the world of its wildest flower?
I just don’t know! How should I? I may be wrong!
A flower that retains the dew of dawn, a symbol of youth and springtide
The fountain from where the vivid colors rise

Now the last ship has sailed, seeking the meridian of hope,
I heard that hope is the last thing that dies when everything seems lost,
But unfortunately it dies, leaving us numb- oh try to show sympathy!

Through smoke appeared her sparkling eyes
I tried to envision the beauty…
But my dreams are caged in an amber crust
How could I endure to inhale her light?
Oh! Lord please give me strength!
As an image divine sprang forth from the moon,
A dim light surrounded her and I fought hard nay to stare…
Peter Dallas Jun 2015
She… the gentle whisper of the northern wind
She… that trapped the sunbeams of an autumn morning in her hair
She… that her lips give birth to the most sublime
See… her dancing like a crazy flame in the fields of purity
She… a statue cold, forged from the earth’s warm palette
Seek… her, great struggle, though all efforts failed
So… there is no logic, gone forever, lost!

And suddenly came the time that I had to face things that I avoided my whole life
I am not sure anymore what to expect in the end
The journey seems long and the dismal clouds above diminish my last drop of courage
I went to all lengths to meet this projected beauty
Beauty that once was mirrored in my weary eyes
Eyes that desperately hunger for remedy
Peter Dallas Jun 2015
A heart is melting in this emotional void
Someday I wish to reach this sanative fountain…
But still it seems well shrouded by eternal fog
Wreathed in ethereal cold
Alas! Satisfaction is not what love expects to find in the end of its journey

Behold! A silver lake of crystal waters
In the middle stands this fairy princess
Bathed in the light of heavens
My breath faded and I felt like floating in the air
Body numb, soul torn apart, I wish to pass away
Heart beating faster
I caught in agony’s dead embrace
Adrenaline increasing, a heavy burden to carry
I met the flow; it’s burning me, unbearable pain
The dream turns to nightmare and I am lost!

She… the daughter of the manic tempest and the ocean serene
She… in a rainbow gown weaved by the clouds
She… the pale rose blossomed in a twilight time
So… profound are the feelings that I can’t express
Peter Dallas Jun 2015
How many nightingales should die to make you smile?
The first and the last icon I see when I close my eyes
The reflection of my desire has the taste of hell
I tried hard to neglect it but it became my fate

She… a swan flying free in the never-ending sky
See… somewhere deep within her abides happiness, joy, laughter and love
See… my shards carried by the wind, nothing remained
And she was gifted with immence grace…

I, in a reverie state, walking on a road heading to nowhere
I, confused and lifeless, a ghost, a haunted mind
A breached soul, I, full of expectation,
And I hope to meet…
Those eyes that pleasantly remained in my thought,
Those perfectly shaped shades,
Those ebony marbles that tint my lament
I shall never forget
Peter Dallas May 2015
I thought there were no words profound
I thought there was lack of composure
And all the expressions already used
I thought there was blank bitterness
I thought there was no cohesion at all
To derelict…

When I numbly stare to the flickering light
When I try to read the signs
And a motionless state of mental panic
When I wait for a call in apathy
When I feel like drowning
To derelict…

I capture images of grace
A solemn kind of matter
A ravishing twist in the chime
Feels like flying above a dream
And when I stare in a dark heart
Then dark surrounds, embracing me
To derelict…

The ripples of a silk gown
The delicate maelstrom inside us
And the sigh of heartbeats
The answers that we seek
The mesmerizing sound of entropy
To derelict…

Then in downfall you reign
Then heaven is all around
And follows a forlorn wish
Then it feels like a whisper
Then it all subsides
To derelict…

To the thorns on our side
To the grim smiles
And to the emptier still
To you and me
To derelict…
Peter Dallas May 2015
Standing there, gazing
Keeping patience in contrast
Adjust the lines beyond black
Stretching outward the fingers
Sensing unable to touch
Feel
Remain
A meaningless era
Frozen inside a halo aflame

Moving sideways
Humming to correlate
The wonder, the loss
Stochastic patterns formless
Kneel under pressure
Speak
Yearn
Silencing violent acts
Cloudburst born in a chest

Fathomless  
In this shapeless pool
Trying not to drown
This level’s rising higher
A momentary constraint
Reach
Listen
Eyes connected to heart
Inundation betwixt and between

Forward and way ahead
Deafening voices alarming
No traces left to fabricate
A story that needs to be told
Jostling away the innuendos
Grieve
Gone
Trembling hands betray
A gale that builds discomposure up

Why don’t you ever turn?
Why don’t you ever look back?

— The End —