Noble Man – V

Then he looked steadily into the dark,
He saw himself again was all but dark,
Along the river was a floating moon,
Suddenly the clouds roamed free,
Slowly a silence deigned by traffic,
Slowly a breeze no warmth to cease,
Raw and brought was cold long sought,
He freed himself into the wild yet,
Towards the end he slowly breathed,
His heart was faint as too his breath,
Lungs shrinking to sound of heart,
Heart beating with the sort he knew,
A grass so dry and yet so warm hugged,
Was all the still water could only wet,
Breathes silent and sees himself there,
A figure stood that silently stood in wait, Read More

In order

I am stayed,
Ne not heard,
I fall down,
I rise more,
The waves fall,
The moon signs,
The moon writes,
The night dawns,
A sun sets,
But strayed gone,
The owl hoots,
Though not heard,
Ere the night,
Become day,
To be sung,
Thus to sing,
To walk here,
Walks away,
The blame round,
Echoes far,
At last wept,
Is small felt.

In the stars, but no love

Though this much I ask but bitter tell:
Is not so fine, is not so,

But I am bitter but utter sweet,
Ere poison is mine the taste so far,

My tongue swims through drink and brew,
But mine eyes regressed too far,

Alas I am but simple yet so quiet,
Hears you the stars so loud and unspoken?

And the galaxy stirs in silence asleep,
Never asleep, as tender hearts grow amidst,

My sleep is deigned for hearts divine,
Alas my love can I not offer so little?

So beautiful, yet I have none to give,
Beauty does not age when eyes meet,

But I am swimming through fate’s despair,
To swim is not to seek the island of virtue,

Touches me through a heart long forgotten,
Though is forgotten but is not unkempt,

The stars are bright this evening,
Sing for my brightening star, my dear,

If you’re there, then sing for mine,
Alas, I am not there how far away,

Then I shall breathe the sun for air,
But my darkness wept is little kept,

Alas, there’s no light in me now,
Alas, I am but not light to be given.


Imagine a train that never stopped,
No signs nearby to tell you where,
The passing of the world was norm,
The hours of long gone dissolved,
All the world in chains soon part,
A nether sight could not be found,
As though spun in inertia as one,
Clasped in the hands orbit of woe,
Nor music, reading and talk dawned,
In the midst of the process of time,
I found myself watching the world by.

Who would fall to water to rise from hence?
And then to feel the cool windows floating,
Then saw the agony of wind come heart divine,
Long last can speed never be slow to tell,
A speech so faint whose mortality dares align,
When stops the breath one small cool fate,
Is what thinks you do is but lack you thought,
Is but echo through a foggy land,
And the sky turn red shall raise thy heart aloud,
And the sun but ere it fall is borne to set,
When minutes become hours, our hours are infinite.

And so it goes on,
As they all walk on.
The rails hind gone cold,
Ere the road grows bold.

Light’s Clemency

Ever so much I be thankful,
Was but journey once travelled far,
Then to fall through the fog is nigh,
Then to preach rain in vision’s tyranny.
Sometime ago as was oft so said;
That decisions to be made are thus made,
Though hearkened writ the alliance of words
Ere threw no better, no worse than actions none,
To assure myself of sanity then must I repeat,
The simplest words I am, is sanity unchecked. Read More


But the poison speak,
Is ill fought never leak,
Alas is drop as little known,
But spirits dined to moan,
The loss of echo, the ripples;
The ripples fade, my life tipples,
At last there was no drink,
At last, their mind moved to brink,
Writes the lessons that learned,
Who could have to better earned,
For the sound an hour is awake,
Is but little sound too hard to make,
For the loudness cries a glass to break,
More words he said his heart was fake,
I am sat by the silence and the thought,
To read the same words I steadily fought,
Then soon forgot the man I used to be,
Then chose to be the man I want to be,
Through the former I am no saint better,
Though latter I hope then to be better,
In the roads I walk and much I tried,
Is how perverse be the truth all I lied,
At every tick of silent clock to prize,
Are the stars beheld to fall, to rise;
That I am still as known the past yet,
Can only wash away with rain so wet,
Who knew himself then and will walk,
Sits down with ye and begins to talk.


But while she walks round no life,
Is all but life in me to fight,
Stirs in dark, hides through light,
A ling’ring spirit ere close was nigh,
Dare myself a walk in ways I ne knew,
As a shadow close casts blood to brew,
Then, a quiet walk then was utter strife.

Within the clutches my nails soon broke,
Whose skin so pale, mine almost torn,
Whose watch even pierced sun at dawn,
Alas, no light would enter but here,
Last, my seconds deign the hours gone,
Is soon but fought my guilt is done,
For even silent whispers can me choke.

With every pace I forward was she turned,
With every breath my heart strung hers,
By light I would have known her first,
At that time she called to me a saviour,
But my lady, as said I am no better saint,
Here I am walking the slowest dare to faint,
For to close mine eyes is fate too burned. Read More

Second Thought

Under the streets was the sky above,
A bitter taste left no air abound,
Known was he who threw all disarray,
Flaneur is he how idle a shadow kept,
Breathed the creases a still night,
This wind brought round and round,
It was a thought and he was night,
Under the lake he’ll swim to dive,
Alas he knows not to swim but shall,
It wasn’t his will but hence partake;
For, to do is not to be born to be,
Legs clapsed in stems no thorn brew, Read More


Before stars could write,
No light was ever born,
And when the stars wrote,
They kept themselves away,
And where the stars keep,
So long are those to dwell,
But once the stars are whole,
There’s little to be said;
Hence whole, they united,
Who touches the darkest sky,
Who bleeds for stars so still,
How bright and still remain,
At last to fall, last to fall,
A war be waged in them disperse,
A war they fought within,
And when the stars spoke silent,
Then only thunder ere flame brewed,
In many a shape and form,
Their song is many of the same,
A story from thus risen to fall,
And when the stars befell here,
This sun could but they to hide,
Hind the cloak of light they lay,
To give stars reason in knowing,
Their last was only their first,
Thus when the stars were past,
Their essence becomes the future,
At present, I can only wonder.

2D World

Rabbits sing through the lakes,
The signs are clear but none awake,
There’s a girl who’s still slamming,
My heart is wooden to that she damns,
Lock me in a room with god to judge,
But only I can stoop to nudge,
She wants roses to eat, thorns to scar,
She wants a knife to bleed, one too far,
Through a maze of veins ere they close,
She’ll mix a cup in time for daily dose, Read More