Writing

A soul’s liberation

Deep as only the ocean is,
Warm as the sun’s loving touch,
Rare as only the love that’s unconditional,
Touched no more by hatred because
sweet love’s embrace conquers all.
The time is nigh, innocence evokes the fire,
it purges our souls and wipes the minds,
enlightens the blind and creates sight
to find one’s way will make another one’s day,
then life extinguishes without inevitable fight
Embrace your life’s love and your soul will be eternally free.

Everchanging

Everchanging mind of mine,
Please give me the key to the divine,
Follow through your plan tonight,
stop your heart from putting up a fight.
Changing, is your eternal flight,
because you chose to flee the light
the shadows cast were slim and tall
the reflection no such thing at all.
Release the pain suspense and lie
with inner peace you touch the sky.

Without a name:

Blue and White the Scarlet Sky,

Faded armour once shined, it rests now.

Years have passed the air serene,

silent whispers in the lights,

reach our ears and starts a war.

A promise is made from trust

And Grace, yet it is not

Yours to break.

Remembrance

To seek out others is natural,

To enjoy each other’s company,

Those ways who meet will,

eventually, have to part,

And out of sight out of mind.

To dress to impress,

To be remembered by,

Those who matters the most,

But out of sight out of mind.

To build bigger and better,

Being faster and stronger,

Someone will always beat you,

Because out of sight out of mind.

Is it possible to be remembered

By the ones we once befriended,

An impression how strong, to

make it hold a stand against the

oblivious mind of a human teenager.

Out of sight out of mind.

Purposes

Born spoiled will eventually spoil your life

Born humble may dull your life to death

Born to greatness will waste your breath

Born to lead and they’ll say “Off with your head!”

Born to serve you shall writhe at eternal demands,

Born to seduce your heart  numb sensations feels,

Born to deprive will get killed by the crowds,

Born to erase, drifts in eternal oblivion’s grace.

Old Obstinate Observer

Great gods better than man,

Why worship when they everything take can?

War and crusade, death by blade.

Illusions and masquerades,

the final hour has come late.

Great allies fall and armies stall,

grave faces, blood still dripping hot,

Penance with deaths paid their debts,

Gloomy glum destroys the sun.

Darkness arise killing the stars.

Apocalypse now, it got too far.

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