Friday 12 December 2014

A Charming Discord

He fingers the strings,
Enjoys the discord
Without any chords,
He dances and sings

The way he should dress,
He couldn't care less
Some hate him for that,
Some show him respect

As blind as a mole
But she, does enjoy
His tunes bring her joy
And peace to the soul

Old chums think he’s mad,
They just wish him dead
Young lads go “Hooray”,
When they hear him play

So happy he lives
Without real care
His talent so rare
Is all he believes


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Monday 1 December 2014

Self-Exile for Amateurs

Plunge yourself into the abyss
Forget all the things you’d miss
Give in to nature's embrace
Leaving behind not a single trace
Boldly venturing into the unknown
Facing all kinds of dangers alone!

Put aside your troubles and worries
Forget about the same old stories
Point your finger and close your eyes
Spin around, give it a hundred tries
Take whatever you need and flee
Nevermind the direction, do it for me!

It's time to cross the seas,
Climb the tallest of all trees!
Knock down a hive of bees,
So just get up off your knees!

It's time to fight with sharks!
To be the one who barks!
Quit strolling around the parks
Quit scoring the lowest marks


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Saturday 29 November 2014

Pilgrimage on Wings

The birds have ceased to sing in morrow's eve
It is that time of year in which they leave
From hither they’re now gone to seek the warmth
Against the frigid winds advancing forth

The flying pilgrims search for sacred heat
Until they reach as much as they find fit
A thousand flaps were heard and off they went
To find a truer heat as they were meant

Their joyful chants no longer wake me up
As I enjoy my tasty coffee cup
No more do they provide a cheering mood
While feeding babes or searching for some food


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Friday 7 November 2014

Life Ablaze

The source of all the life we know is FIRE!
It is the cause of all our wrath and ire
The FUEL that boils our blood and brings DESIRE!
Without it's help we would most likely tire

Forever bright the flames do guide our way!
As piers to signal hope to those astray
Forever there to cast the dark away
They are the gods to whom we all should pray!

The great emergent star provides us light
Protection from the dangers found at night
Deceivers hidden carefully from sight
Conjuring tricks to make us doubt what's right


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Thursday 17 July 2014

A Shrouded Soul

So close and yet away from shores we tread
That mass of grey so thick, there lies as dead
A foggy veil which blocks the way and sight
A ghostly form that fills all hearts with fright

Forever there, it lingers ever still
From very far, you feel its icy chill
In either dead of night or sunny day
It leads all sailors bold enough, astray

Yet I have seen her crossing part of it
I'm almost sure that we will never meet
Towards a land unknown, into the fray
She sails alone and casts the mists away

Reveal what lies beyond the smoky shroud
What wonders hides this mournful murky cloud
Come lift the smoke atop the river deep
Unveil the realm where silently you weep

Come sailing down and take me there to see
A land whose gates have one and only key
I long to witness what it truly hides
Behold with my own eyes where she resides

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Monday 20 January 2014

Across The Borders of the Void

Across The Borders of the Void

For many miles we have traveled
Many sickness we have seen
Such confusion we've unraveled
In many circles we have been

Walking with bare feet on the spikes
Carrying boulders at our backs
Getting poked by countless pikes
Following these endless bloody tracks

To find him there sitting on his throne
With his vast velvet royal mantle
To cast us out he seems so prone
From this damned infernal temple

For causing discord in hell
From there we fell
So deep into the dark
Into darkest shades of black

Unwanted in neither earth nor hell
We drift along the dark infinity
Void of space, a complete vacuity
So horrid a tale, it hurts to tell

Descending in darkness!
Ascending in madness!
Across the borders of the void
We swam through pain and fear
We haven't shed a fucking tear!
We wandered mindlessly
We felt so cowardly!

Iambic Redemption

My first attempt at iambic pentameter

Iambic Redemption

Alone I stood, against the stare of death
With head to head, I felt its gruesome breath
Its fixing crimson eyes igniting mine
Its scythe around my neck, which drew this line

I walk with pride, although the scar is seen
By everyone in every place I've been
Although I could give up, somehow I feel,
there are some tasks I must and shall fulfill

The urgent need of many things to toss
The cursed demons I have come across
As I have let them slowly drain my soul
So shall I use what's left to make them fall

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