One Man Road

All the days that comes of yore,
No hour to pass with single bore,
I kicked the stones on my path,
The air I breathed made me cough,
All the nights I lone long for walk,
Ere the nights kiss mine art to talk
With stars in shuddered whisper
Can hold not never with this pair
Of blood-boiled hands no ice can stay, Read More

Discovery

And there in the midst of space,
Who grew no age than meets a face,
Traversing through the depths so blind,
Did crease the stars so far behind,
Those fading stars alack no more,
Whose echoes dark gleam wild so sore
Could not stop light in pass of time,
In unthought speed ne echoes prime;
Man’s dream for touch of iron sought, Read More

Big Bad Wolf

Out of the darkness their mighty fall,
From hence they rose ere more they throw,
In light of thirst they yonder grow,
Tender words thought at once so low,
And there begins a triumph better they call:

Wonders then for what he was, whom shall be,
These simple words; his mind so whispered far,
Tuned his mind to the sound his life ne does make,
And threw his eyes at reality’s greatest scar,
Whose life how fret could play not in tune. Ne. Read More

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Hail the horizon calling you near,
See the light kneel before the hills,
Let thine eyes beam with tears descend,
Muse thy hand in sunken motion deep,
Count not the days that pass you by;
Let the days count the being you are,
Peer deep into the open road for walk;
A gut you keep is but miles you leap,
And more you leap with every dip pass,
These very first steps the path awaits,
Alight from here this road never moves, Read More

Hope

A little while and slowly parts away,
But for brave deeds known ere the pleasant call,
Is home for not but gained in mustered wake,
Within whom looks round and sees hearth truly him,
The figure in dark was but sure at bay,
Although how mute one can be in hope’s face,
Before long they kiss the lips however dark,
For sure as he you shall find your way,
Treading each step as though the first was not,
Then look back and see how far you travelled,
Then hear the echoes of dreams as they come.

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

Echoes through the Night

His thoughts be trailing, no harp is sound;
His thoughts can only stir, ne not so bad,
Nor not so bad is he who walks gently away,
Who walks through night in search of meaning,
Meaning that only he can never just defy,
Who to defy but is slow to change in time,
To change in time means to rise to be better,
To be better is not to revolt in one’s mind,
Better that he walks silent and slow too still,
Too still was that which his heart would stop,
And his heart was clear, how best it may be,
And the answer’s clear, how much he ought to be,
To be seconds that once they were so fine,
So suddenly fallen into minutes a dainty glow,
How wretched it is a man to move mountains,
To move himself better falling over again,
Again he shall rise whether for what it is,
Whether it be pity or not, can never show,
For it can never show what essence is,
The essence of being part of the picture,
The picture of his paradise once he lost,
Once he lost, so shall he remake again,
Once remade, he shall be whole again.