Horizons empty.
Oh how has the sun been squandered !
My lust for the simple,
has left me to wander.

Times and places
that no man has faced yet.
Bountiful fruits of fortune,
seem all but tasteless.

Hurricanes tore away
the sheath of love.
Helpless and lost
my eyes seek the way above.

Cold and resolute,
the weather akin to this demeanor.
Heaven would bare witness,
had I seen a temptation more cleaner.

Lands of my forefathers,
abandoned for new direction.
Mind beginning to question
all that was hidden under the fold of discretion.

Mountains and moors,
miles and miles of terrain.
Roads that I'd never take
now bear my own name.

Mind breeding wanderlust;
Heart seeking answers such,
question to which never exist
a will to ask always does.

Grant me patience.
Remove my haste.
Let me revel youth
and not let it waste.

Grant me power
and the means to use it
Help me see worth
in powers unused yet.

Grant me success
free from acclaim
let me keep my spirit and
you may keep my name.

Grant me vision
to see what my eyes don’t
And help me mend all
that these times won’t.

Grant me miracles
and grant them often
on the grave of hope
let the daffodils blossom.

Grant me acknowledgement
on an endless list of names
remembered not for what I was
but rather what I became.

Grant me forgiveness
for the prayer I have ranted.
Grant me gratitude
for having taken much for granted.

I found no fault in the stars
but I did find some in the design
and with a bit of authority in grasp
I changed how they aligned

Clear nights of June raised
doubts over observations
Fates and destinies changed
along the course of constellations.

Witnessing the miracle
losing clue as what to believe in
and the spawns of science
losing all will to seek reason.

On that night of wonder
the ships reached their haven
guided by the stars that kept
changing their placement.

And the night for once
was brighter than the day.
Much to the traveler’s delight
who tread along the lit ways

Happiness was welcomed
sorrow was eradicated
On the brook of hope
Optimism cascaded.

Families reconciled
as stars at distance burned
fathers greeted with open arms
their sons, as they returned.

What I saw I couldn't believe
Far from what I could imagine
what was believed as impossible
on that night was bound to happen.

Unholy thoughts pillage
a guarded home.
When darkness unfolds
I rely on stars unknown.

Hate and apathy
linger around
the shackles of virtue
have had me bound.

When motives are questioned
and morals are forgotten
A soul that doesn't flinch
is a soul that is rotten.

Teachings are taught
but not to be learned from
and ignorance is the fuel
that carnage burned on.

Tungsten skies drenched
in morbid horror.
They've fore seen my
devotion fall out of order.

A thousand years in waiting
A thousand still left
A past full of turmoil leading
to a future of unrest.

In an era of dysfunction
a rebel I came to be
revolution, rebellion
its all the same to me.

Imprisoned by will
enslaved by a notion
I ripped my heart out
and let it sail in the ocean.

Disillusioned by segregation
a victim of seclusion
let my heart find another
and savor the taste of fusion.

Caressed by echoes
and the sounds of the gone
let the hearts strike a common note
and sing their own song.

Driven by purpose
fueled with youth
let my heart serve the time
let it live to its repute.

Distracted by the world
Soothed by deceit
Let my heart overcome
the bitter thorns of defeat

Drenched in colors of present
showered in shades of yesterday
Let my heart disregard time and
live tomorrow in a better way.

Worn out by the distance
overcome by remorse
let my heart return
only to find burned doors.

Sacred blood of mine
Lead me to my resting home
Down your crimson painted path
Where I’d meet some of my very own.

I’d meet my cousin
a proud man in his twenties
with a wide grin and a wound
that listed him as one of God’s attendees.

Mark my thresholds with your scent
so people smell death for long to come
a picture perfect dream is painted red
A family of 11 has carved down to one.

The mother that raised me
and a father who was proud
Never had a will to fight for
a childhood that I wasn't allowed

They came with their guns
I came within sight
None was shot down but the one
that couldn't put up a fight.

The heart stopped beating.
The soldiers did not,
they fired their bullets through
with an ounce of life I hurled a rock.

I greeted death with smiles
knowing that rock would be my last.
As a kid I had aspired.
A martyr met his fate alas.

On the bridge between life and death
I pondered upon and felt quite lost
Do martyrs really die as mortals ?
One way of knowing,content I strode across.

Standing in
Falling out
Hushed silences
are calling out.

Who am I ?
What will I be ?
cut me a slice of luck
and perhaps you shall see.

Nothing special
yet far from mediocre
not having said much
I am the one often spoke of.

Walk upon waves
so my steps are washed and erased
This place I go to
it is where I will not be traced

To a nation of one
where a king is vital
but I refuse to lead
unless granted a title

Does wealth quench the thirst
for all that one can desire ?
The elders have departed
and left for me to inquire.

The end draws me in
I smell it getting closer.
Minutes away from culmination
Decades  away from closure.

Standing in
Standing proud.
Hushed silences
are whispering now.

Will I ever grow up ?
Will I ever change ?
Who I was is 
Who I will always remain.