Tainted Land
blue is the color
of this frozen land
born out of ancient
fallacy of man
crimson is the color
of blood lust defiled skies
swallowing dust and ash
are these cancerous clouds
unopened flowers wither lay frozen
petals petrified in staring gazes
winter gales reign as the chosen
over icy remains of charred wood
this tainted land stay barren
soiled by subtle remains
of deeds better left unsaid
this tainted land shiver frozen
in shame hides her naked frame
covered in a shroud of ashen ice
the final shreds of a forgotten
heaven falls down from the skies
tearing apart wings fate dies
leaving shattered feathers
floating in icy waters
this land aches abandoned
by mankind dead by own hand
when grayness takes over
falls silent this grieving land
Winter Moon
look down at me winter moon so blue
these auburn forests dare hide thee
so look from behind their rustling twigs
come back enshroud me in your magic
we made hay in the autumn
our barns are full thanks good fortune
those fields we toiled are now bare
our frozen lake is now crystal clear
my barn is warm but my soul is cold
so with emptiness i tread this land
violin in hand and a tune in heart
to spend a lonely night by the lake
i like how it mirrors your silvery hair
and etched within ice is your smile
my forever childish soul does care
about winters long ago past
oh my moon how so fast
this emptiness shroud my soul
these shadows cloud my mind
with frozen tears i look at your sky
with heaviness i set my violin to chin
and i will strum this saddening melody
that i can’t play at harvest nights
oh winter moon so blue
come back to earth
my violin tugs for you
come back to earth
my strings tugs for you
so again let us play on ice
let me connect eye to eye
for a kiss oh i can’t reach
beauty oh why so shy
dear you are so high
Concrete Hearts
this land of concrete blocks
is home to ever winding paths
in those roads there walks
gray and dejected souls
frozen dull and emotionless
cemented in concrete firm
they tug tightly shivering
when drizzling rain falls
they walk around siren calls
and lights of red orange and green
when rain finally clears
someone brushes his wet hair
someone quickens his journey
on these roads grey and wet
just like their empty souls
when the tired sun fails
giving way to eternal nights
in the smile of moonlight
joined by her speckled sky
someone still walks
guided by neon lights
on a journey of whims
to feed mouths with cash
their struggle to fulfill aims
sun for time and rain for other
nights mysterious and heavenly
made to cheer up tired human hearts
but does it any longer matter
because they traded human hearts
for those made of concrete parts
Departure On Roads To Insanity (A Poem In 3 Parts)
–[DEPARTURE]is it time for our departure on these roads?–
all this sane brain
washed in cold rain
leaves only disdain
and dreadful pain
where is the miracle drug
which can kill this bug
of memories hard to avert
and cure this swollen hurt
when it rain it does rain so hard
all left in hand is this final card
and nothing but a throbbing heart
and an intense desire to depart
–[ROADS]are these the roads we tread searching for sanity?–
memories all condemned fake
with no leftover desires to make
salvation becomes the last word in mind
so are there anymore roads left to find
roads where pure joy fills a pained soul
to drown in desire of a new found goal
to wake pure everyday as a newborn foal
and immerse in a drama with a new role
roads to salvage wounded pride
where a cure to all ailments reside
where love is boundless and wide
and can clean this despair from inside
–[INSANITY]did those roads lead us to our lost sanity?–
when this path of reason disintegrate
this train of thought finally will derail
down the drain flows sanity
with all of yesterday’s vanity
sense of logic is now failing
in this vortex it’s sailing
memories now fail to arrive
through this waves they dive
flashes of different lives
colors of all radiant hues
leaving behind only this insanity
an illusion of alternative reality
in a different dimension
beyond comprehension
this path of reason had disintegrated
this train of thought finally derailed
They Didn’t Plead for Mercy
unsung words
fly high with birds
in the rising smoke
dies the words they never spoke
crumbling bricks
red dust of deeper hues
burning sticks
blood lust of cruel nature
teeth tore flesh asunder
called for plunder
spears bore wounds
and muffled cries
in name of mercy
truce they never plead
those words they never spoke
in pride they ever had
The End That Never Comes
sun it rises, burning crimson rays on my window
it’s hopefully my last sun, oh so awful sight
now i’m weaker than my faint morning shadow
because i opened my veins to drain yesterday night
heart it beats, emptying all my blood now so cold
with fatigue it slows down cursing me for it’s fate
pain so awful, burns more like wounds of old
my pulse so pounding, hunger for death i can’t sate
i should have been gone now, banished to the deepest pits
why i still writhe in this drama of pain, pooling blood on stage
another sun on my face, why so long, when i said quits
lived a life full of lies, can’t live more to write another page
death it never comes for me, i still endure this freakish hell
sun it peaks, triumphant now burning rays on my pale face
oh so terrible that i wanted to find solace in deepest hell
clotting blood around me now, betrayed even by death’s embrace
take me to your refuge, oh angel of the fallen
denied life and now denied death i wanted to be mine
believed in all lies they taught, now i feel stolen
waiting for something in between, my soul lay supine
The Sacrifice
the wheel keeps turning on
churning lives under it’s hold
as days and nights passes by
there is a story never before told
a long time ago on a moonlit night
someone holding a lantern tight
entered a dim lit cave
somewhere by a dark vale
was trying not to tremble
wanted to meet the ensemble
gathered together for a rite
to ask for forgiveness at the site
there was shapes holding torches
and there was flowing speeches
there was also an order
to sacrifice the offender
someone was bound by an altar
someone held candles to the brightest star
and chanted mystic words to a masked god
while on the altar someone burned
the wheel keep turning around
while the wind blows down
life perish on forgotten altars
forgotten even by those prayed upon
A Forgotten Shrine
at then end of the long winding down
there is a shady groove renown
falling autumn leaves crisp and brown
feel of the breezy air is all around
beside the shady autumn groove
weathering the ages is a proven shrine
beneath the cloven bark weevils dine
without even a gush, silent shades move
standing guard through the endless ages
a shrine where inscribed within are tales of esteem
as even memories faded within the stone pages
shadow faced shades yearn for their lost redeem
fables to be recited in full born pride
but tales long ago forgotten by bards
are inscribed on stone plates inside
much of them are in ruined shards
along the walls of the crumbling shrine
vines of ivy root and blossoms bloom
even as sunlight weakly shine
carved by ages is a shady gloom
never shall a bard tread the winding down
never shall they grace the ivy stone walls
in a willed search for lost fables of renown
because only shades wait as time falls
Hallucinating in the Midnight Dreams
she thrashes the sheets beside me
acidic froth spews from her deepest pits
flaming birds circling above is all i see
i knew what i was looking at, i summoned my wits
she watches me with bleary eyes
as the world comes smoking down
damnation, all above me flies the lies
crumbling scenes of desperation all around
entwined around the sheets lay our calm
as her acidic spew burns my throat deep
soothing like a whisper of death, she takes my palm
no more regrets now as my soul weep
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Dying Daylights (For A Fallen Angel)
Dying rays of a forgotten past illuminated in her pale frame
Painted golden hue is the sand ever pure and white
Myriad colors from an eternal frame now grace the sky ever blue
Memories of a past she wants to forget I see in the dying daylights
A bouquet of white flowers she holds in her shaking hands
Trembling lips dare not say, but her watery eyes ocean deep
Tells of storms the past hid in the horizons afar
Something she tries to hide clad in silvery white
A statue from the marble halls of Atlantis I see in front of me
Urge to step closer, defy my fear to break her eternal vigil
Want to soothe, want to hold close but the dying dusks warn of darkness to come
Can’t wait for time anymore for fear of her frame melting in the endless nights
The light will be gone soon, hidden below the horizon
Shall it lighten the temples of Atlantis again, never before white
But I stole a ray of light, saved in my heart’s box
For the fallen angel of Atlantis beside my side
Knights of Sand
monuments of sand for the fallen
their deeds for long the bards forgotten
fought in names of lands long gone
in a world where fences never stand alone
a wind to the north
flags sway on spires high
a wind to the south
rams rumble on creeping cranks
a wind to the east
lone ode to a mother’s sigh
a wind to the west
archers take aim on flanks
write them a ballad sing in a tavern
sing in the name of their valor
their pride of untainted honor
futile when the bard’s harp never sings
build them a monument erect in a square
for the gaze of legends never to die
forgotten when the craftman’s chisel never raps
a field of sorrow for nothing but tears to weep
a land of dead for nothing but fallen to haunt
a surge of rage for nothing but blood to seep
a swarm of ravens for nothing but soulless to taunt
monuments of sand for the fallen
their deeds for long the bards forgotten
fought in names of lands long gone
in a world where fences never stand alone
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