Open Canvas

Within each being a canvas framed,
There let form the colours life to paint,
Ere erase the strokes of simple brush fade,
Alas could not face the patterns it forms,
Alas could refuse to cut through paper the art,
The art indeed is fickle mine heart inclined,
And whilst silence broke and so my word is lost,
Within me there remain black and white colours,
My grey is but kindred felt and earnest fought;
Then I shall wage war against the demons inside,
To history I beset myself in bleeding hope to fall,
So till heart annoy a destiny awaits my feat destroy,
With rising memory thus ye capture lest more forget, Read More

His Universe

Unsound is still and hearth benign,
Which instead becomes strange depart,
His earnest thought comes modest known,
And the saints draw lines from the stars,
The oceans swept and hundreds pass to fall,
By and large this man from centuries hurled,
Who threw no fault except for hands he breach,
Found himself in the distant space afar
And soon shall he in knees to fall despair,
Ere thus he laid to plea for time in peace,
Ere thus he comes to dark is lost for time,
This big bang his mind comes into foray,
Learns that his life is but fraction of this, Read More

Noble Man – VI

Somehow but if it were so can be said,
Simply put my balance held high air borne,
A risk I took and was better then was laid,
For what breeze I took was what worse I hold,
Ere morn is part mine hour is destined born,
A light was clear but then the moments soon fade,
Whose glimmer of hope stood in the feats of shade,
A dower to resolve is muster courage ne resolve,
He ought to walk alone and in the midst he stood,
He knew then what more he is than what less is I,
If he and I are best in wait and knew he my shadow,
Who could feign an utter memory: a lark in darkness,
Held again by the branches from which was trapped,
Sudden fear of loss came mount again in early state, Read More

Our Light of Woe

There, is light but none and he,
He, but is not the light I knew,

These dims that call me from far,
Is far from him as light never was,

Though mine heart is ill and conjured,
Though conjured is little said but mourn,

Ere morn, my morn is the evening hollow,
Is God more the light and dark too still?

Alas, of the night my light is utter spent,
Is ill before and my sight is hinder lent,

Free are the chains to chain him in time,
In time he shall enter the crossroads lone, 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.


It was simple what walks it may,
Entail none wait, as heart so fair,
But I am known to fear little,
Though tender tears mine eyes how red,
Is subtle drop that flows to sea,
That ye call gods cry less too few,
Such is their weep we call the sea,
I’d rather daring splendour boast,
Ere risks be shook, her hearth be took,
The brought that bought to what life got,
Wanton of things what price to pay, Read More

Her name’s a captain

There she walks but still she lay,
Subtle thought, small move what may,
Then thought it was just mere a dream,
Hence seen herself the boards these seem,
No wood, not even in morn, can it blow,
Whatever right you have, it is well low,
At last she conquers not her enemies, but all,
May it seem fair to say that she walks on all,
As she walks through the ship so she knows,
‘Las there’s a single cabin not she throws,
Within it is lay the captain’s bed and stead,
Soon she realised, then she knew, then she led,
At last was land fought and seas crushed anew,
But no better was her heart that rushed so new,
And then the waters rebound into fires unknown,
Once she awoke, hence she knew her life in fate renown.