The Void Inside

Pain reeks,
tumultous sleep.
Forgotten sands,
broken strands.
Way within,
unknown haunt.
Faith, belief,
downtrodden pounds.
Scary shadow,
consumed soul.
Dark weather,
gaping hole.

Tonight

Tonight,
you lie by my side,
in wispy strands of memories,
in soulful sighs,
in woeful heart,
in lamentous songs,
that have no start.

Tonight,
we cuddle together.
Muddled,
wondering,
hoping,
dreaming,
of a future together.

Tonight,
we rise after the fall.
We stumble,
we strain,
we risk it all,
surviving another doleful day,
hoping for a better start.

The Silent Keen

Wisps of misty dreams
float away in swirls
of burned out ashes
of what had once been

The glory we had seen
of emerald greens
and sapphire skies
nothing remains
but rivers of ruby
flowing at our feet

A spark in the distance
shimmers for a while
and fades off into the haze
assaults my visions
transcends into empty space

I bury my face
too much to bear
too much to face
the memories still haunt me now
accomplices to my grave

You and I

Am lying in a corner,
am bleeding crimson red.
There's nothing that can be done now
and nothing that can be unsaid.
Our time, as it flashes by now
and all the pain that besets...

I still keep thinking about us,
the way that we were,
the way we have been,
and the way we said
to be each other's only,
the love of our lives,
forever until eternity.
And I can't even help it,
I can never stop it.
This feeling about you,
and I keep thinking about it,
just keep thinking about it all...

I wish that you and I,
could fly away together.
No we ain't gonna stop,
but at bliss land and sinner top.
You and I,
could beam at each other,
with nothing to worry about
always and forever.
Oh you and I,
with no cares of whatever
that pull us back,
pull us back to the nether-land.
You and I,
just you and I,
no you and I for me...

A teardrop rolls to its end,
everyone's gonna meet its maker.
There's nothing left to pretend,
no regrets taken to the supper.
I see your face, for one last time,
through the haze, forever mine.

And as my hand falls limp,
I still think keep thinking about it,
the time that we had had,
and all that we could have ever been.
Its just me and you,
and you and I,
beneath these stars,
and the bright blue skies.
Just you and I
wrapped in our arms,
this feeling about you,
I just keep thinking about it,
just keep thinking about it all...

Just a bagful of wishes,
and riches in joy.
An armful of peace,
for just you and I.
And the heavens may part,
let the angels all hear in.
There is no one like us
and no one that can ever be.
You and I, when we are both together,
we are the one and the only one
stronger that each other.
You and I,
just you and I,
no you and I for me...

Nights of Terror

Nights of terror,
Eden of red.
Path of horrors,
As I weep in my bed.

Your hand
was all I needed,
took it all in
but never succeeeded.

Trauma beyond comprehension,
when slick satan rises,
and without apprehension,
apprises.

Nights of terror,
Eden of red.
Path of horrors,
As I wept in my bed.

My moist wounds,
never move your soul.
Battered and defeated,
I vow to the sole.

Narcissic revenge,
now I seek.
Agonious avenge,
moot your reek.

Nights of terror,
Eden of red.
Path of horrors,
As I sleep in my bed.

Alone Together

Alone we walk
on the beach,
holding hands.

Alone we look out
at the drowning sun,
gasping for air.

Alone we sigh,
drinking in
the beauty in silence.

Alone we speak
out our hearts,
dreading the loneliness.

Alone we listen
to the silent thoughts,
whispers in the air.

Alone we smile,
reminiscing on
times gone by.

Alone you are
away from us.
Alone I am
away from us.
Alone we are together
with no respite in sight.

Demolished Heritage

Who am I?
I know not.
Who made me?
I do not recollect.
But I do remember,
feeling the gentle breeze
on my four faces
for the very first time.
I do still hear,
the rhythm of the drumbeats
at the annual festivals
celebrated all around me.
I shudder wondering about,
the need of the sacrifices
I had to witness,
being made to please me
or so they said.

Over so many seasons,
across so many oceans.
I have seen people fighting,
people dying and killing,
for what I could not know.
The mother's chest
has enough for all,
Then why do you rise?
Then why do you fall?
Four thousand and more
years went by,
and yet am ignorant
of the reason,
the driving force,
the answers to the questions,
where the questions themselves
come from.

But today I see,
nothing can fathom thee,
nothing can make you see,
the futility of your ways,
the mistakes you make.
I embrace close all my memoirs
taking them to my stony grave.
As you turn your monsters on me
both inners and outers,
and one by one I feel
my bricks falling to pieces
slipping out from under me.
Vile creatures,
don't you feel that what I do?
That the hand that rises
burns down something
not in its power
to save, to recreate.
Hope it realizes that
before its too late...