The traveller.. part1

the nights grow weary on a this desolate plateau
the way is lost and so is the traveller's mind..
he searches onwards with caution controlling each step of his..
a full moon tonight...
he looks up to see pale blue rays piercing the otherwise pitch black canopy..
a step..
he looks around ..
searching desperately to see who or what else would be sharing this lonely night brisk walk with him..
a woman..
skin of ivory hue, threading effortlessly towards our traveller.
he holds up his double barrelled shot gun and demands identification..
it is at this point she looks at his..
moonstruck eyes glistening as it reflect a faint stray glitter from a tiny fading star...
she rushes to him
throws down his weapon..
and for once he let's his guard down.
her lips so sweet it seemed stain with cherries..
like polished ebony her eyes glare into his...
as she whispers " are you afraid of me?"
"oh no.. i am many things" said the traveller " but not afraid... no fear of death.. and certainly .. no fear for you"
"then take me now.."......
she holds him closer
their kissing have since become more intense.
the traveller forgets himself.. who he was...
as they lay to the soft earth...
soft cries as if the forest herself had been watching the couple..
now as his vision blurs out.. he falls into a deep sleep...

<< to be continued>>

may this be my last regret..

as i dash veridian across an empty sheet of papyrus ,
i reminisce a faint memory.
i remember my friends of whom sat beside me as we rapped along to the song remember the name
clear blue skies or tinted overcast, i remember that it had indeed been the best days of my life.
now as the days flash before me turning into weeks and months like the flip of a page of an old vatican diary.
i dream each night of the times when we were masters of our life.. no bonds .. no tight schedule..just a limitless bus card and wishful thinking..both of which are items of the past..
the days are short..
yet i can see no end to this purgatory...
drop by drop as it slips away ...
no longer vivid.. no longer real...
like a spiral , webs of memories are sucked into small glass capsules..
achievements quantified by pieces of paper..
now as competition reaches breaking point..
the new team advance on unconquered territory with their rifles pointed ahead and their pistols to the temple of the guy next to you.
the piece of paper now filled with colour ages from within..
and begins to crack..
a spill of alcohol and a concentrated beam of warm afternoon sun..
all the foundation and colour turn an awkward shade of umber...
what i will miss when this is all over...

lost
alone in solitude
nothing to do....
a grey-ing effect on the life i have been leading for the past week
one thing remains constant.
i have been a parasite..
i have been of no use to myself or the block
i watch as my body shrivels away in waste
i look on...
a tight grip about my throat....
what lifesaver is he , if he cannot even save his own life...
i turn around...
this world is becoming more and more cloudy...
more and more hazy
the world i live in is warping
i can no longer stand by and watch
something must be done..
and as i surge forward, the metal chain that is my body restrict me
i am helpless..
devour me.....

brothers, i miss you.

is this betrayal?
every morning i dawn a shade of umber, and think to myself...
what have i become?
where are my brothers?
why have we deserted them?
a wave of disappointment washes over my soul-less being.
what ever happened ?
our beliefs so strong .
our hopes so high.
what ever happened my brothers?
why have we disbanded
such selfish reasons i have to have left you all.
every word i speak , every slang i use.
i do so with anger
angry at the fact that i no longer possess the equivalent control over my command of
words. but instead, have been relegated to illustrate ideas using broad and generic terminology.
my brothers, them whom i have trained with.
them whom i have led with.
i miss you all.
frustrated as i may be at the fact that i have chosen to left you for mere aesthetic features of a hollow walls and glass ceilings.
how shallow i must be, to have been unable to look past these and see exactly how meaningless life is.
i still find my sense of belonging and rooted-ness to my alma mater , and yet sense no connection between myself and where i go.
brothers, i miss you.

solitary hopes , unified dreams

my private realm of silence
a place of my own
i drape the windows of agony a deep vermilion hue
and colour the floors of anguish with bright yellow
i imagine world of peace and sanctuary
a lonely, peaceful world.
a place i can be myself in
no shame
no inglory
no more of being looked down upon or despised
i believe in a world that is just and fair
whereby everyone would live in equality and in happiness
cohesion and unifications
an amalgamation of all my deepest thoughts and hopes of feelings
i set up alternatives to search to look to wonder about
how my life was meant to be like
and how it fitted into the grand scheme of things
a whirlpool of thoughts engulf me
and within it
i gasp a breath of fresh sulphur
the demon vanquished
the world saved
then again i realise its just me.

i realise how insecure my pedestel has always been, and crouch away into the dark side.

i cry a river of crimson larva,
my heart it shatters.
the world son fragile how superficial.
nothing goes further then the occasional hello.
the strength of unity of brotherhood .
where has it gone.
my brothers you have my backing, for i will support you in all you do.
my fellow friends, what have we become , but just a mere smudge upon the wall of existence
i turn towards my reflection clear beads of tears rolling down my cheeks.
so beautiful so colorful
yet with the slightest touch, it shatters beyond hope of repair.
where is the line that which we must draw?
our boundaries.
i can no longer see wrong from right.
the blood drain it causes poor decision making.
in hampered sanity, i limp forward.
the noun "i" used solely to depict the fact that which the superficiality pains me to the extent that which i can no longer consider us using a collective adjective.
alone
alone

as they once suggested .ALL these frail twine supports cannot ever be considered in conparison to one single steel cable

we're saving our own lives.

its a chance for us.
a chance for all of man kind.
united as one.
helping each and every one of us.
no barriers of religion.
no barriers of nationality.
no hatred for one another.
a brotherhood of humanity
for the world because of the world
save the wounded
heal the sick
take care of those around you whom require your aid.
no false pretenses
no hidden agendas.
just a cohesive human race
standing together
leaning upon each other for support.
no lies
no hate
no wrath
no greed
no lust
no vanity
no jealousy
no more are we one person
let us move beyond that
now we shall be..
Humanity's helping hand.