The sea waves, one finds not a single origin of life.
No being or spirit gives sound to fife.
Broken and spewed; Tossed and drowned.

This vastly open abyss,
Is too ghastly to dismiss!
Ignorant to below; Cannot see what is found.

Phantoms of the blue haze beneath,
The cold glass of sea it ceases to sheath.
My heart grows fonder of my home on ground.

All of space, all of time, all of man;
Inevitably doomed to find,
All will end in utter darkness, condemned and ****.
Thrusting forth is a new mankind,
May these be our guide to the source;
Like oil separated water, these spirits cut the darkness.
The Torch Bearer's light pierces through, like a blinding force;
May these be the souls of our brothers and sisters bless.
May this be the marking of a new beginning, a revolution!
May the taught question their institution,
Let them seek what is truth, what is real.
These are the Torch Bearers,
Their souls hidden, their faces they conceal.
I will join this order of peacemakers: bringers of hope,
Not bringers of terrors;

Though, I have but one reservation:
To let my light shine the brightest.
I wish not the be the one to act as perfection in example,
Better yet still, an example, this light reveals all my lowest.
Lower still would I be if I hid, never to confront that which so simple;
Denial of my wrong, of the falsehood of man, of my ego.
Come forthwith, follow me.
Hand me your eyes and I will change all you see.
Lend me your mind, as I will challenge it presently.
Your heart is yours to choose: for me I may fail you,
Or for you to rot solitarily.

I serve for you unto the dust;
But, I will not ever,
Never not, die for you my king!
Your selfish desires haunt, oppress us in lust,
You take your place close, your throne on heart.
I am the rightful heir,
Given and, yet, accept if I dare!

I serve for you into the gust;
Often in passion, lest it be in love,
I carry the banner in Name!
Changing and warping my thoughts,
You take me under, choking the air.
I am the one, I am the King;
Said and done, I'll never give care,
Away from me! you broken thing!

A curiosity overcomes my mind;

I feel as though I’m beginning to blind.

I do not know if I see you rightly,

I guess, I’ll stay along quietly.

I’ll hold your hand and taste your lips,

Breathe in your hair, hear your voice.

I’ll only see you in an eclipse,

Because I’m blind to your noise:

The stories of your mistakes,

Your deceptions and fiery lakes.

I know they’re there, but I am blind;

You and I are held together by a stronger bind.

You are an angel, perfectly designed.

O how they are seen, seen by the lens of mercy.

Left in the blight of others; the poor, richer than these, yet cares not to share in their wealth.

Man’s pity upon them brings still no such help or aide.

The news of their putrid treatment is rapidly coming to fade.

Let this be their voice, let this define their identity!

Or do we accept the sight of this obscenity?

We build wells, churches, schools; basics of the top world.

All the programs and proposals and projects are never haltered hurdled.

Disease, discrimination, disrespect, the dismembered, the darkened.

More and more we find things to hate, things to judge, things to call our subjects: our plotened.

Let this be their war cry, our call to action!

Let this be our Cri De Coeur; Not a retraction!

This is not something to joke, this is not a game!

We all are human, we all have blood-red veins, we all are the same.

We must abide by the liberties of ourselves; our Human Rights; For all of us to gain!

My heart daily beats upon the rhythm of my soul;

Yet, whilst with you things begin to unroll.

I start to gasp for air, I don’t even care!

My heart begins to rapid,

Before, my life was far from vapid.

Feeling it could explode from my chest,

Now my heart could fly to Budapest!

I don’t know what to say,

If you could, say something if you may.


I can see your face: gorgeous in any light,

Your eyes, vitreous with delight.

For a time, i’twas filled with obliviosity;

But, as of late, I’m filled to the brim

Overflowing with a great gaiety!

And to let you know, this was just off a whim.

Times I find, my body in shambles;

Yet, my soul strengthened for far more.

They who lash out play the gambles,

Have ceased never to stop before.

But now, you see, to play the game

You play the cards; Going forth

Taming lions in light of fame.

Beating thine accusers,

Making these ‘to losers;

Giving flight for us upon to soureth.

Who am I to speak with confidence;

When none I have to give in verbal nonsense?

Who am I to think;

When ignorance drowns me in a sink?

Who am I to see with rosed glasses;

When I am overcome with blindness?

Who am I to hear;

When I listen only to mine own fear?

Who am I to feel;

When I decimate our heartfelt seal?

Who am I to be;

If I act as what is portrayed of me?

Who am I to take a stance;

If I stand on nothing of balance?

Who am I, to be who I am?

The world a canvas; Nature our adorned painter.
Piece splashed with vibrancy all over, yet stood a time about to die.
The leaves of the figures: dancing despite the frigid kiss of North.
Promenading forth and back am I; digesting, devouring, desiring for more.
Alas! Coming forth, the painter’s brush
Dotted with feathered black. The flock ebbing, flowing, pouring over the landscape.
Shadowed over the bodies of my peers, the birds fly in unison.
Now I hear a beautiful, magnificent symphony as the flock the noted bars,
The wind - woodwind; crinkled leaves - percussion; the branches - strings; the trees:
Grouped dancers of ballet, performing the interpretation
Of the dreamt reality set before me.

And thus, the ambience of the snow before me;

Though fulfilled with the warmth of mine own embrace,

The aura, the perception of the arrow of death a-chilled.

From of which, pierces through the delicate layers of my pitiful armour;

Pushing further through past the defense of the body,

Advancing, thrusting, attacking my muscles and veins alike.

Cracking the bones, snapping the nerves that hold my soul,

Completely reaching thorough to my soul at last.

Yet, only stroking it, reminding me of mine own existence;

Tantalizing my ego, I am immortal.

I can see all that is, and what was.

I run and jump and laugh and cry, because I am here now; because I was here then.

Yet, when I take my step, I am blind; There is a fog that mysteriously flows in, out, and around my very force.

I cannot step relying upon my logic; Faith and hope is what guides my way.

Thus, I often travel to the mirrored waters that reveal my past, and I see a face that shows too much pain and sorrow; a face that knows too much, one which feels for all.

Why? why am I plagued with this subsequent cloud? Why can't I see what is due, what is near?

At times I stumble over things that cause me to fail; Should I run through it? or walk to find my way? or crawl to be safe?

No, I will walk; But, I alone cannot find my way.

Thine forthcoming is grey and cloudy and bleak.

Help me to find, to step, and to know that which I seek.

Am I too complex? Why do I live in the deep corners of the mind?

I understand that which is pushed away; I learn what is untaught, what is lesser known.

Where do I fit in this world?

I fit nowhere, I am the anomaly among a system of ones and zeros.

I am the only streak that is against the grain.

I am that which is admired, but never loved.

I am that which is taken, but never given.

I am nothing that I see.

I am everything that no one knows.

I am the only one from which comes and goes.

My mind is a maze,

Running I find no end.

My maze is a forest,

Haunting are the shadows.

My forest is eternal my cage,

Concealing insanity forever.

My cage is my storm,

Sailing forth an answer.

My storm is an awakening,

Thinking, aspiring, dreaming.

My awakening is before me,

Lovely, intelligent, and beautiful.


(Part Two)

Yet, this awakening is only a dream.

Falling short into a frenziful storm;

sailing only about my cage.

Forever insane, haunted by shadows of this forest.

Finding proven of no answer;

Unsolven this maze

Running away from myself, ‘til I reach my end.

Where am I going for life?

Should the voices of the loved guide my heart;

Or rather be the roadblocks to their betrayal?

Mindful of presently tomorrow,

I change gears in curious wonders.

Finding this field of the body;

Seized to fulfill an expectation of conformity.

Why tell me:

“Be inspiring!

Lead a passionate revolution!

Create in living breath!” ?

May the imagination of my mind:

Be the thoughts that inspire.

Be the passions of a revolution.

Be the creativity that breathes life.

The only real change in this war on conformity is for self-realisation,

Non-negative influences, and confidence in each other fighter.

Let this be my path,

Let this path be,

Do not alter my decision,

Do not dampen my cry for liberty!