OLD TESTAMENT

for those nights in tear
for those words to mind
for those days in fear
for those memories to bind

for those pages
for those songs
for those tales
for those burdens

for those rage on-hold
for those secrets unfold
for those lie unsold
for those truths untold

for those reliefs and pain
for those blushes and vain
for those cages and sane
for those voices and lane

THE DYING SUN

Lose to the cold;
Excess to the fold.
On days of blues,
Nothing left to lose.

Nightmares on the street;
Envisions fire to greet.
Moans in the night;
Perceive death’s insight.

Proffer intuition to sight,
Uplift spirit to fight.
Mettle mirror to traverse,
It softens the universe.

MIDNIGHT

At midnight, it’s graver.

Her smile,
Ached heart.

Uncured dreams,
Hollow art.

Icy blue sights,
Chilling bone.

The lover of a candle,
or darkness alone.

Innocents hold,
Flame of gold.

Scraped walls,
A mystery to unfold.

An evening of tears,
Mind it clears.

While passion dies;
the soul cries,

Desire to dream,
Quiet the scream.

No zest,
No life.

The uncertain fight,
Aided by the knife.

Ages inhibited,
Abandon desire of the eye.

Aim to heaven;
Liberate love to fly.

HEAVEN OF DREAMS

Envisioned heaven; built by the sea,
Where the spirits breathed in a tree.

Fierce to touch, dispersed by sound,
Glanced slowly and no life found.

Clothed in the dust, resting in peace,
Regretted to let go the time to cease.

Craved for Eden, set a step ahead,
Deceived the heart before he was dead.

Caged the fire against the heart,
Tower of desire; befell apart.

Left the door of fate long ago,
Descried void; love to owe.

Scattered life, rolled all over,
Tinted black the skin of the clover.

Oblivion in the end; deserted land,
The Paradise of love covered in sand.

FAITH

He is soliciting for the faith once he had,
Amongst a thousand sanities given to be sad.

The gleam inside his art; fierce to eternal,
Firing down the valley; cosmos in nocturnal.

Blindfolded by hypocrites; marched on shivered glasses.
Lowered his will; seared down his soul into ashes.

All the cuts he has is intended to behold.
Till the time befalls and his soul is sold.

His thirst for the glory set his vision into a bane.
He began to embrace death and screeching of pain.

In this life, he deserted his faith to touch the end.
All he yearns for God to escort through his wend.

Each move he perceived was an exploit of fantasies.
The wound he owns is a pledge of his memories.

He is sowing roots of illusion; concealing his affliction.
He devised implicitly and denied to address consolidation.

LOST

After striving all night; he sought for a high ground to attain.
In the verge of a deserted island, he yearned to conceal his pain.

Thousand souls around, several ‘neath the ground,
He greeted the stars incised on the grail he found.

Utmost bond of love forsook him to die.
It is a shame; they hid their sin to lie.

There is more to befall, he freed his arms wide.
It’s the consciousness of grief and misery that he hides.

Doubts in his eyes inflicted his vanity.
It agitated his soul and diminished his sanity.

IT

It’s concealed in the shadow of the hill.
It’s devoided for innocents to fill.

Sands, fences and conflicting breeze,
Eradicated the sign to get them to freeze.

It’s the darkness; it is the light.
It is in the truth and its insight.

It’s a soul outfitted to sacrifice.
It’s a price to come alive in disguise.

It’s the origin of a brutal entity.
It’s a conflict of tranquillity.

It’s a nature of sin that pretends to die.
Ensures the throne and realm of the lie.

SILENCE BETWEEN THE NOISES

He wandered
On steps of the ground.
To follow the mystic sound.
Beneath the hazy shade.
To fall as sunlight fades.

He heard
A sound from a tree.
A poem to be free.
The solicit of death.
Desperation for meth.

He saw
The face of the night.
A ghost before his sight.
His wounds filled with his blood.
His faith drowned in flood.

He hoped
For the warmth of the fire.
To remember the bits of his desire.
To illuminate the words from his voice.
To shape his soul despite all the noise.

REALM OF ASHES

If not her shadow; who’d be telling stories..
Story of her greed and desire..
Of the song of her choir..
Of the darkness in her fire..

If not her shadow; who’d be flying high..
With her fall of tears..
With the light of her fierce..
With the gleam of night..
With the universe in her sight..

With her clouds of dark..
With her lie and spark..
With her doubts and faith..
With her wisdom of life, with ashes of death..

NOMAD OF THE DARKNESS





If you walk, swear me to take.
If you perish, assure me to conceal.
If you love, vow me to find.
But, don’t go into the darkness.

I may be vague, but you’re my conscious,
Sanity to endure, the seed of belief, the end of my quest.

Within your disbelief, I stay behind the curtain,
So that you know, wherever you go; I come along.

And ensure, you don’t kill the light.
Don’t wander into the dark; there, I fade in the absence of your sight.