Rights of Mad

Noon dispel the grueling fear,
Moon despair an hour this night,
Gone are the trees I chopped away,
Bound are the hands taken from me,
Long are the feet held to hang,
And all the world is upside down,
Yes, upside down, yes, yes, down,
So give me blood for I am palish,
Now impale on the cross I live,
How much I hate the rays of sun
Before the cross can send me here.
So this bird is thinking away,

For Greatness

As a man was raised but less than he,
For bitter soaked is ill litter thorn,
So bitter his life now comes to be,
And the seconds pass since then was born,

Whatever ere is sought beyond his reach
In thinner air every breath becomes a chore;
Himself the very bore he ought to teach,
Himself lone bare yond he ought be sore,

At the same time, he reads more to aspire,
And pages from which then he shall become
Throw no more than what his worth to respire.
As he laid down through the wreathes some

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,

Within the Widest Space

To envy the past for what it is,
For better nor for worse than is,
The wind that blows slowly passes,
A subtle movement once it stirs, gone,
The buildings stood thus again stood,
The cars that drive shall drive again,
Another day that passes, another sun,
Nor night that covers the eyes soon,
The trees that glide through time,
The clock that still is whole but ticks,
With every tick a drop of rain utters,

Skating on the Moon

Somehow in one way or another they landed,
Was but no question to ask lest they banded,
A soothing sound there was none on Earth,
Not even in during the first hour of birth,
A smell of roses that covered them both,
Drop of water through the planes is love,
The circumference of the two was nigh,
The area divided between the two was pi,
This figure so dark, so silent yearned to dance,
I will dance with her; I will reveal my stance,
There’s a slide that gives me leave to destroy,
She evades and seeks my resolve as a boy,

The dance of K.

She wanted to sleep, could not but feel,
This sight of the park simply tore her,
The breathing of dust the sight of thought,
Another day had lingered into her past,
She remembered the past so well but saw birds,
The birds wandered through her and spoke,
A little thought so wild soon she saw.
I don’t wanna feel you in dark no more,
This light scorches my face but I live,
There’s a word that means to move on;
A means of madness in all of us,
After she swallowed an entire pack.
She’s still dancing around to laugh,
A fauna in the eye, a breeze in lieu,
Sound of lust that anguishes into woe,
With what rhyme no maths can never dim,
Few with the creases of barks that fall,
A gesture of sun and hope soon departs,
Left alone in the breaches of fate allude,
For more is less the hope that kindred sighs,
Her head in the sight of beau, and she goes;
But there she walks behind: she feels again.

Unsung thorn

In the distance where the clouds rose,
I saw a rose where grew in wonder,
Calling me steady as I tear apart,
There’s a girl calling me away;
Then sought are more to forget,
How soon I shall never collect,
None the words than to spell
A restful plea in honour’s wait,
Reached before the light she waits,
Saw me again for my attempt,
Then asked that I stop and live,
I will not die as much as she,
A rose here is only to grow again,
I’ll water another for thee,
No more my hand to bleed,
A rose once I knew is freed,
The thorn long I scorn is gone,
My words to miss you dearest are done.


But Maker not so humble,
With which shall fall to crumble,
And be ought to start with flesh,
His sand that forms the mesh,

Casts him away distant and free,
Breathes life anew ere long he flee,
Hears his name for first ere forget,
Lasts while but changed lest in regret,

Whence learns to walk, learns to talk,
Hence yearns to bond, bears to sulk,
This life a spiked drink to drink
Where but ne walks towards brink,