another one bites the dust

take a look around
see the tortured faces and torched places...
see them cry hear them shout..
pull the trigger set the fires..
loot the poor
feast on a poor man's last dime..
sins of the past will reclaim you..
the hate you harbor consumes you..
scorching sunlight..
forcing you to hide..
hear the new light..
see the clear moonlight..
as the fangs show
you shall bleed too.
you shall give your only life to never die...
you steal the souls for you have none
crusifixes
shy your eyes...
stench of the garlic fumes your nose..
pale white skin so cold it burns in sunlight
the day is lost, the night is yours..
a new life..
a new death..
hope is once again reborned..
no life after..
no picture perfect honeymoons..
across the darkness. the sea of doom
the one who betrayed us shall not elude..
forces stronger
we will rise again..the world is yours now..
fight now..
brothers.....................

He lay alone in the chilly solitary of which bounds his freedom
he reminisce the night of the four moons..
where this had all begun..
it was probably daylight by now.. he could feel the walls of his cell beginning to warm up..
his solitude was dark and damp.. there had been no other source of light except from a stray glimmer of flickering amber that seeped through a tiny crack in the walls.. it was using this ray that he was able to seperate his sleeping quarters from where he ate or defecated..
days seemed to pass like months.. his idle mind was on the brink of snapping..
a faint whisper..
click*
the door slides open...
a sudden rush of light momentarily blinded him..
he is escorted by women out of his cell into a narrow alley way..
his shoulder he now notices bore a distinct bite mark unlike any creature he had encountered before, and it emitted a faint blue hue under the scorching sun light that lit up e path through intricately designed window..
" odprte " one of them whispered..
and the large rock wall infront of them rolled ajar.
as they made their way onwards, he asks who his liberators were but each attempt seemed to yield no understandable response.
...
after hours of travelling, he approached what seemed to be a courtroom..
as he stepped forward , millions of questions popped in his head all at once..
and then he saw her.. all other questions seemed unimportant as he walked towards her , flabbergasted.

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.