Looking Back

The clouds are crashing, there is thunder and lightening
And these are the times when I feel there is nowhere for me
To hide, under the blankets or under my skin;
My mind is like a Siren, wailing with so many questions
Run away, run away, run away before the riders come riding
Before it starts, there’d be a past you never could forget
And all those reasons for which I waited for you
Would start to seem wasted…
There is a canvas waiting on the bed, begged for us to make it
The mirrors against the green, acting coy for you to be touched
Fill it with the colors of love, in every way we can
I am but the cloud drifting in the distance, I can’t be held
Bury myself in those valleys, locked in your embrace
But I better run away, run away, run away, and never look back
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There is a question that comes to mind when you search for a mate and then realize what its like to be found wanting. The measure of the ages past lacks a measure in integrety and tears the other from within. How can the valour of integrity in itself can be treated like loose change in the pocket? How can hope, curiosity and frolic be an excuse to shield yourself from the falling curtains of truth and reality? Perhaps a loss of regret in itself makes for human deluding themselves in mishapen world of conformity. People, these days, can only measure so far till they wake up one to realize that the moment they've waited for come to them arrived, but what they made of themselves made that moment come a little too late. All set against the times when you love till that love makes a living lie of your fate...
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Godspeed,
Rogue
Poet of the Shadows
Back from the dead!

Oath to Mars

I live alone with the dark
My very soul a sword
Except to those under me
Fatal to any coming close
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Since I have nothing to lose
A fearless blade is sharp
Walk on mountains of rubble
Crush anything left standing
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I fight, slay to roam tireless
Need only a path to victory
Know not of the word defeat
If I lose, life itself will end
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I conquer, loot and plunder
No love for a soldier’s heart
Gone are smiles and pleasure
Just a blade and scars to show
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This poem dates back many many years and is the only one I have memorized. I wonder how many would understand the essence behind these staunch words...

Ballad of the Fallen Angels...

Beyond the holy light of the moon
Echoed your voice piercing night,
Angel of Eden, pray who are you?
Beckoning me to claim the fruit
As the doors of fate are lost forever;
Never to reveal what it once held,
And anxiously I hold me breath
For I know where my zest lies;
Within those eyes that tell a tale,
Red fumes within a mystics seal;
A smile that ebbs away slowm
For the sorrow that comes with it
Sweeter than the taste of first rain-
Our journey is yet to begin, love;
Call the winds to cushion the fall,
Kiss away the pain that will come,
But the heart that throbs so hard
Can never forget what it heard;
Tossed like a scarf into the draft,
Dancing with the clouds for days,
Just waiting forever to be caught;
Brimming in the wanton desires,
Whisper for time to chime a call;
A breath that tells of eternity,
The wild flowers ruled the land,
Heaven entwined in our fingers,
But the wolves that ran died;
Their howls just echoing now,
Without the voice behind them,
The brambles they slept on froze,
Earnest to be remembered again:
But it is time alone that will tell,
Within the pages of our destiny-
The tale of the angels who fell.
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An falling attempt in making something out of the mumbles of a drunken fool… this is as far as I could go...

Weeds

The wanderer walks eying the spire of ambitions
In the distance endless as the want of eternity
He has no money,
He says that even when he thought he could buy pleasure
There was no form or shape in its rustle for a smile
And the heavy paper could not be writ on
Leaving him bare as the road he walks upon
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The roads upon which he walks looms long and far
Never does have a bed to sleep or a pillow to rest his head
He has no house,
He mused that once where he thought he had somewhere to be safe
The walls took to grow upon him and swallow him whole
All he had was stolen or taken save for his soot and solitude
And there was nothing to which he could hold or call his own
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And so walks the wanderer in search for meaning
Trees struggling against the wind, a lake frozen white
He has no lover,
He says that everytime he searched for one where he'd belong
She took to be a silhouette walking upon the hard ice upon water
He slipped, he sank, he drowned, he burnt and he suffocated
Never came her slim white wrists to pull him from the blindness
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And he came to the day where he took his final steps
The footsteps of the gods which he chased never came to sight
He struggles for breath,
No money, a fugitive of love, no house and one without a job
He died as he came, with nothing to have or hold on to
And all that remained of him was the beauty of life itself
Closed eyes still chasing dreams free of hunger, debts or a will
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I was studying philosophy and catching up with the schools of logic. Every word has a function and every sentence has to take a form in sense for the sake of argument. But what of the heart which knows of no reason or the scheme of rhyme and purpose. What be the use of words and its purpose when life in itself for most make for little or no sense.

Blackbird

I wait patient, suffer in silence
She refuses to hear the cries
My hearts moans in whispers
Not enough to reach her walls
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With her I dreamt true
Of glory days in paradise
Till a blackbird came
And sat on the far tree
T’was far yet so near and,
She ran to its raucous call
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She asks for recollection
I wipe tears before they fall
Said ‘look within your self’
Why, it screams out your name
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I never knew meself
But you saw the man
The blackbird called
And you threw him oft
Ripped me to the soul
She’d have more to ask
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I love my lady beyond Eden
But she taunts its existence
Yesterday I could but dream
Tho’ you gave me the faith
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It was all magical
A little lad’s fairy tale
The blackbird toyed
Its words twisted it all
‘if have done naught
With dignity, be gone’
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She is deaf to my words
I see me dying within life
One year to build a tower
A minute to burn it down
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The rain got us close
A kiss was left to forge
This blackbird sung
And she turned around
Now without her smile
I remain without breathe
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I ask why the bird over me
She jests to make it leave
Never could see her this hurt
Could I stoop down so deep?
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Saw my world with her
Felt peace in her embrace
The blackbird flew again
Swaying her with illusions
As I fell from her grace
Rotting in the hands of fate
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I wrote this piece when I was still a youth, and I look back now and think what a fool was I. And then I look in the mirror and I see my nemesis. Where once I was a fool, open to life even if it beckoned the world around me to crumble, today I see a man whose eyes have glazed over. Feelings, emotions, a spirit that used to blaze in a reckless fire. Now I feel as if I spent a lifetime staring at a few broken words, knowing that no matter how hard I try, I'd never outgrow the chains that have bounded my hands in submission.

Depth of Illusions

Languid and cloudy dreams I saw
Reveling with a glory meant for me
Beautiful as not knowing tomorrow
In a virtue of courage and integrity
Pulling against this might of time
Nearing end, how far could I reach
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Holding my breath burning my skin
Ripping me to watch my world fall
Pain is in the tolerance you display
Willing feet to take a step forward
Only to be blind and lose my way
How long do I wait for the ashes
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To my days and the sleepless night
Call the parade so to hang the man
How far could that destiny escape to?
End a struggle in the Promised Land
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Romeo clasped her hand to the end
Those fingers were pale in his death
Show me to be the last man standing
Happiness wouldn’t be just a word
In the tides of those are now or not
Forever to me seems to ebb too far
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Dreaming with eyes that shall not see
The dice of fate rolling against favor
What you call eternal glory is a farce
Who is the enemy, who be the savior?
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Does this make any sense?

Plastic

You, seem to get ahead as the days go by

Farther and farther in the distance

Whereas I, I am left here where I stood

In the days of our youth, I reminiscence

Even then, you were busy with the scores

And I was trying to even out our woes

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Why can’t I let it go?

Shed my skin to be born anew

Blind in deceit that only sees

Your eyes, your smile, your touch

So plastic, suffocating me…

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You, dine amongst the finest, philosophical

To the tomorrow of green and all economics

I, stick to a bottle of malt and grass, demented

At days end, I picture you undressing

Brushing another man’s scent off your skin

Tainted and stained in my thoughts and ink

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What might be to question?

Sins only add to all that is original

Obsession is another name to feeling

Your hands, your voice, your words

All plastic, choking my existence

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Bank your gold, little hamster and hope they don't seize it. Forget a healthy diet, and see if can they leech the excess. To six pack abs, stairmaster, treadmills, botox and everything plastic... how do you like me now, mate?