November, 2007

My Love

I am a poet of night and death
The words I use are breath from a living corpse
So are the worlds possessed by my soul
An empty well, unfathomable eternal void

But heaven’s hallow opens its gate
In rarest times it rains grace
Light smothers the broken heart’s yate
The cold shuns by the ember of your face

You are, like the sunlight of morning dew
The frozen warmth of bittersweet
That embraces my severed soul
That balms my pains, so discreet

The scent of a rose, in the stench of cadavers
So distinguished, sole and one
Unmistaken and absolute, it stands
You are to me, in the sea of gone

The purest of your innocence
Installs your walks and presence
So dainty, delicate a bliss
Your happiness’s my only wish

A life’s breath into me
The moonlit night with thee
The undead world exhales
Moment you dried my heart’s wails

A lifetime of rhythm played
The dance were danced and swayed
One final prom for this artless soul to stay
Let it be you, if you may…

Beneath the Light

A lie is a surgical blade
A surgeon in malpractice
The miser that is in his whim
To cut open a man within

Agony revered outright folly
The lie flower blooms today
Besets the fool with a painted world
Treason folds the bootless soul hold

Heavy strides upon sunlight gleam
Feather walks on moonlight beam
Deception thrills a man lost in evenings’ dim
Truth hovers in the halo’s golden rim

Where art, crimson heavens?
The truths you hid with your ebony bade?
In your wings, beneath is what I’ve sought
Haven of my treason’s fraught

Bask me the bathe of eternal nothingness
That my eyes won’t ought to see reality’s stake
That my heart forever shuts blind from pain
What in real world is a fool’s gain.

A Spirit’s Ego

Extensions that fly by
Time forgives this restlessness
Looking forward for tomorrow’s day
Through a box window to the world’s blessedness

The earth beneath at peace
Of which its placid trembles my heart
The silence that hammers, takes its toll
Inspiration plays its part

Drowned, basking into the depth
My mind dives beyond the fathomable
A light within the bottom of the abyss
Reached, all sanity, reasons crumble

A soul that reveres darkness, is light
Emptiness that opens the casketed mind
A wound that balms an immortal flesh
Reality and dream unwind and bind

Redemption’s Price

Emeralds in the Heavens

My jealousy flares like New Year’s sky

Momentarily the world’s still and even

The pendulum escapes, time flies…

A matchbox in the mind without light

Neither to burn anything that is cold

Dins of a pencil mark, I write

The universe in a single fold…

Death blew its ember to a living corpse

Eyes wide open, mirrors your face

Blood spills paint you on the floors

So then lives my lifeless grace…

Whisper unto me, uncertainty

When will be your death?

Fashioned hope, so dainty

Once again I shall surge breath…

Hear me .. once and for all, give me light.

Do you know that it’s you? .

Are you even aware of my wails? ..

Or you just think you do but you
aren’t sure?

Or you do know but you deny? ..

Or agonizingly … you just don’t and
neither do you care..

I know, that I shouldn’t put my hopes
too high …

On set sailing on the seas of heaven..

and be where the Gods dwell…

But in your eyes, I see the union of
worlds… heaven and earth at one.

I am not suppose to be disconcerted.
Nei ther am I intended to feel what I
feel right now.

I believe this is a totally uncalled
for sensation.

Bu t should I be blamed? For beseeching
someth ing so good, so wonderful that I
wish it’d be mine? Even if the odds
are not on my favor? ..

These questions, I ask of you … if
you knew.. if you really do know…
Pls do …

I am .. a fool whispering to the
wind…. praying it’ll whisper to you
to…

And carry the silence of my cries, for
once be heard by you…

Hear me…

Torn…

I actually have thought it would be a
walk in the park. But things turned
out not the way I expected it to be…
I guess I would have to quote myself
for saying that I should expect the
unexpected.
Gladly, I’m finally delivered from the
dark ages(more like months to be more
appropriate) . But instead of reaping
the blissful fruits of the rewarding
breakthrough, I am caught again into
an another web of conflicts.