poem005Peace! Return to me...Come and make me a child againDo not be afraid of my aspectInside I wait for theePeace! Be swift...Run with legs that might be wingsBut find me, do not pass in flightFor I wait desperately for theePeace! Oh peace...Arriving always, not necessarily when desiredThank you for heeding my callWhy did I wait when you were always there?
sometimes silenceUnder those dim lights, smoky atmosphereThey sang their souls unto usAnd to them we gave the gift we had...The silent appreciation of the deeply moved.Sometimes silencethe loudest applauseSometimes silencethe most passionate soundSometimes silencethe only expressable wordTheir love was one of chaotic oceansA tempest to drown most tranquilityBut it could take only a noiseless momentin the other's eyesTo remember their passions andforget the lies.Sometimes silencethe loudest applauseSometimes silencethe most passionate soundSometimes silencethe only expressable wordGrey afternoon in a field of white stonesHere, memories fading, we come to rememberMy voice no longer heard physicallyBut always, Always he hears me internallySometimes silencethe loudest applauseSometimes silencethe most passionate soundSometimes silencethe only expressable word
kellie babyShe was my best friendand I thought her a foolBelieving in everythingwhile knowing so littleBut little did I knowthis fool was so wiseRevelations wrapped in regretdo I harbor nowFor when CHAOS strikesHe strike so deepSometimes the strongSometimes the weakThose we loveand the ones we hateI think his alter-ego isa boy called FATEIf I had another momentcould I find the words?What dreams little girl,It's time to wake upAnd in waking let me becomewhat she already wasCome back and show me Babywhat I thought I knewFor when CHAOS strikesHe strike so madlySometimes the goodSometimes the badOh, those we loveand the ones we hateI fear my love wasgiven too late.
blistersIt's oh so quietwhere I want to gois the path here?Climbing such stones...never straightwinding, windingI fall in a holemust get outmust tread onbust these blistersmake them bleedleaving them a trail.
unadornedBeauty is a thing unadorneda crisp innocence of lifeah, the sweet music heard onlyby those who listen closelyInstantaneous and eternalHow few do really see her!So many labouring to consume her...Those poor hideous wretches.
misfits and outcastsMisfits and outcastsThese I call friendsOur merry band will savethe dayWith bright swords andfierce heartsWe will conquer the Tyrantand carve a pathto the Dream.
poem0014'Tis the desire my treatWhich maketh the apple so sweet.For to make such hastewould nullify the tasteBut to linger, oh! to wait,Maketh the experience truly great!
poem0013I have been burned by thebrand of loveAnd there is no place to cry,No comforting alcove toshed this hopeless sorrowthat once washopeful joy.Ah! How we weep!And what do we find?That weeping brings us naught,no key to this designThat exists in the minds of many,But is understood by so few.
cleansingAll these open eyes seeing nothingNations fall, ours too is crumblingWith a heavy heart I want toscream in their facesto cryto plea...To appear insane if need be.So many minds and so few thoughtsIgnorance is only a temporary bliss,if a bliss it could be named.When the consequence of unconsciousnesscomes crashing downA majority will be maimed.And you, You!- where will you be?Facing the sharp edge you failed to see?Or watching the cleansing alongside of me?