A tuneless Song repeated
Thinking of him
on a bed blanketed with sadness
hugged with bitter sweet sorrow
another drop of her heart blood
to ink its wall with graffiti
anger within bubbling like lava
erupt through her eyes
in gushing hot rain
wetting her pillow of bitterness
that fate should laugh with destiny
seeming to giggle with evil laughter
as they watched her struggle
to hold on to her soul
turning to face the empty wall
she scrawled her words of despair
all so cliché in its rhyme
and bitter laugher choked her
this is a circle game she thought
as she faced another day
bright uncaring sun
forcing her to its indifferent light.
on a bed blanketed with sadness
hugged with bitter sweet sorrow
another drop of her heart blood
to ink its wall with graffiti
anger within bubbling like lava
erupt through her eyes
in gushing hot rain
wetting her pillow of bitterness
that fate should laugh with destiny
seeming to giggle with evil laughter
as they watched her struggle
to hold on to her soul
turning to face the empty wall
she scrawled her words of despair
all so cliché in its rhyme
and bitter laugher choked her
this is a circle game she thought
as she faced another day
bright uncaring sun
forcing her to its indifferent light.
Published 3rd November 2015 8:42am
A Visitor’s Tale
The land is green and it is lush
Against our blue and purple fields
Yet I like this colour
Soothes the eye and make me warm
I really like the green softness
A man stood there and whacked a ball
It went into a hole
He looked happy
He showed his teeth
The roaring wetness they call waterfall
The music of nature, so beautiful
I miss our water of blushy pink
Yet this will do if nothing else
A woman came by and stood underneath
Letting the water flow over her
Another threw a plastic bag
Of eaten food into the water
They are happy, they laughed together
The sandy beach so clean and white
Not with gold and silver lights
Like in our dear planet
A boy ran past with his little pet
A monster they call a dog
The man stood by with a cigarette
And a bottle of drinks
He threw them on the sand
And walked away without ado
I passed across a thoroughfare
Not like ours where its airborne
The vehicles make such rackets
And belched smokes on the air
They smell so strange
They smell so foul
I am beginning to gasp and wheeze
I think I will go home now
To our Planet Cleanair
Against our blue and purple fields
Yet I like this colour
Soothes the eye and make me warm
I really like the green softness
A man stood there and whacked a ball
It went into a hole
He looked happy
He showed his teeth
The roaring wetness they call waterfall
The music of nature, so beautiful
I miss our water of blushy pink
Yet this will do if nothing else
A woman came by and stood underneath
Letting the water flow over her
Another threw a plastic bag
Of eaten food into the water
They are happy, they laughed together
The sandy beach so clean and white
Not with gold and silver lights
Like in our dear planet
A boy ran past with his little pet
A monster they call a dog
The man stood by with a cigarette
And a bottle of drinks
He threw them on the sand
And walked away without ado
I passed across a thoroughfare
Not like ours where its airborne
The vehicles make such rackets
And belched smokes on the air
They smell so strange
They smell so foul
I am beginning to gasp and wheeze
I think I will go home now
To our Planet Cleanair
Published 17th August 2012 9:41am
A Vivid Dream
Flow the water from the rocks
Bubbling fresh crystal clear
heard whispers from up above
drink the water no turning back
Putting cupped hands forward
it filled up with pearls
spilling down to the ground
bursting into purple blooms
pearls and riches
the voice whispers
they are all yours
accompanied by tears
I saw my beloved
walking across the stream
the forest behind him on fire
I woke with dawn light in my eyes.
Bubbling fresh crystal clear
heard whispers from up above
drink the water no turning back
Putting cupped hands forward
it filled up with pearls
spilling down to the ground
bursting into purple blooms
pearls and riches
the voice whispers
they are all yours
accompanied by tears
I saw my beloved
walking across the stream
the forest behind him on fire
I woke with dawn light in my eyes.
Published 4th January 2014 9:23am
Abandoned Church
Silhouetted against the horizon
dark magenta and yellow sunset
the spire of an abandon church
Now testimony to nothing
congregation long gone
Faith as dusts
upon the floor boards
she stood there baby in arms
smelling dusts and decay
at the altar where vows were spoken
as was the vow, as was the altar
like the songs of a choir
slowly fading into the silent past.
*originally written for Impromptu Composition.*
dark magenta and yellow sunset
the spire of an abandon church
Now testimony to nothing
congregation long gone
Faith as dusts
upon the floor boards
she stood there baby in arms
smelling dusts and decay
at the altar where vows were spoken
as was the vow, as was the altar
like the songs of a choir
slowly fading into the silent past.
*originally written for Impromptu Composition.*
Published 9th May 2014 12:34pm
Acceptance
Acceptance she says is all she has
as her beloved dance with his love
who still wears the ring
he gave her long ago
Acceptance that her beloved
Lives and loves his bride
under the roof they dwell
together with signed papers
She walks around with downcast eyes
Until he rings her bell
She wakes up from her stupor
Blooms and brightens
As he encircles her in his arms
Is this acceptance, love
Is it enslavement then, this love
Or a vice like grip upon her soul
She wakes up to his smell
On the blanket and the pillow
Sighs and closes her eyes
Hugs the remnants of his presence
Folds again within herself
Put away the stars in her eyes
Until next he comes by
And wakes her up again
Acceptance
That’s what she has.
as her beloved dance with his love
who still wears the ring
he gave her long ago
Acceptance that her beloved
Lives and loves his bride
under the roof they dwell
together with signed papers
She walks around with downcast eyes
Until he rings her bell
She wakes up from her stupor
Blooms and brightens
As he encircles her in his arms
Is this acceptance, love
Is it enslavement then, this love
Or a vice like grip upon her soul
She wakes up to his smell
On the blanket and the pillow
Sighs and closes her eyes
Hugs the remnants of his presence
Folds again within herself
Put away the stars in her eyes
Until next he comes by
And wakes her up again
Acceptance
That’s what she has.
Published 14th October 2013 8:31pm
Act of Contrition
I am sorry for the grey shades
of footsteps I smeared along the way
of life’s highway to where
I now stand
I am sorry for the touches
I made on my journey towards here
for the fingerprints
that were left on broken hearts
that I trampled on
I am sorry for my mother’s hurts
Grazed by words
We have exchanged
Hurtful with vengeance
I am sorry for the children
That I never bore
For never being born
All splashed on my underwear
I pray to God to be forgiven
For life’s mistakes
I have done
Towards the End
Grant me Eden
A haven
To start again.
of footsteps I smeared along the way
of life’s highway to where
I now stand
I am sorry for the touches
I made on my journey towards here
for the fingerprints
that were left on broken hearts
that I trampled on
I am sorry for my mother’s hurts
Grazed by words
We have exchanged
Hurtful with vengeance
I am sorry for the children
That I never bore
For never being born
All splashed on my underwear
I pray to God to be forgiven
For life’s mistakes
I have done
Towards the End
Grant me Eden
A haven
To start again.
Published 27th October 2012 11:08am
Adventure Tales
I was riding my bike Yamaha 175cc, a light bike for a woman, which gave me speed, to get from one place to the other. Tied on the saddle behind me were all my earthly goods, a few pair of shorts, jeans and t-shirts. I carried my knapsack on my back, where documents pertaining to my existence were neatly packed in plastic covers. The highways seemed endless in front of me, and I was thinking how about how far I had to go yet. I had a wedding to attend; unfortunately it was my bratty sister, who always seemed to catch good looking men. This time round somebody told me her man looked like a young John Cougar Mellencamp. The last one looked like an advertisement for a brand of cigarette, unfortunately he only posed, didn’t get a job and lived off her, much to her chagrin. I think that one lasted all of two years.
I shook my helmeted head, looking towards the far horizon, wishing the road would end. It was then that I saw another biker passed me by. He rode a Harley, black and mean with its high handlebars. Some fluffy stuff was hanging on the throttle, but he went too fast and I could not make out what it was. I was not particularly keen to catch up with the character as they were known to be mean especially to women.
Oblivious to my surrounding I concentrated on the road, at times shifting around as my back was telling me to stop. Rounding on a curve, suddenly, I saw the biker lying on the road, with his bike in the ditch. I stopped immediately as a reflect action. I got up off my bike and went to attend to him. He was lying there very still, the red bandana still tied around his head. His tattooed chest was showing, and blood oozed out of it.
I looked closer at his face to see whether he was still alive and then that was when I regretted my action. His hands shot out and got me by my jacket collar. I managed a small squeak before I felt my chest constrict as he was throttling me.
“Shuddup bitch or you die, I want your bike..” he said gutturally. He looked drunk or high on drugs.
I nodded or tried to and I felt his grip loosening. He was reaching out for something behind him, and to my horror it was a gun. My self-survival instinct kicked in. If I have to die, I would do so fighting I thought, and lunged at him. He was taken by surprise as one would think another would pull away. He pushed me and I sprawled on my back. He cursed and started to kick me. I could feel my ribs suffering as he did. He then went down on his knee and started to throttle me again, and in my desperation I grabbed him and held him to me instead. I felt his naked chest and with all my might I sank my teeth into it. The blood that spurted into my mouth was disgustingly salty.
He screamed and loosened his grip on my throat, and I pushed him with all my might. He fell on his back clutching his chest, and his head hit the asphalt. He fainted.
While he was unconscious, I dragged him to the curb and near the ditch. He was very heavy, three times bigger than me, but desperation gave adrenalin a boost.
After several minutes I managed to get him near his bike, which looked like a dog taking a drink from the ditch, and tied him to the wheel which a handcuff which was amazingly available with a lot of other curious stuff in his saddlebag. I figured it would take him awhile to get himself free and try to chase me for my bike again.
As I was about to leave, I looked at his handlebars, and my jaw dropped in amazement. The thing hanging there was a Hello Kitty toy on a chain. The pair of white cat with a dress and ribbon on its head adorning the handlebars looked almost angelic but lent a grotesque air to the huge bike. I did not look back as I roared off.
The wedding went well, so I heard. I spent it at the hospital and another three days afterwards, with two cracked ribs, and a mother who looked martyred.
Ends
I shook my helmeted head, looking towards the far horizon, wishing the road would end. It was then that I saw another biker passed me by. He rode a Harley, black and mean with its high handlebars. Some fluffy stuff was hanging on the throttle, but he went too fast and I could not make out what it was. I was not particularly keen to catch up with the character as they were known to be mean especially to women.
Oblivious to my surrounding I concentrated on the road, at times shifting around as my back was telling me to stop. Rounding on a curve, suddenly, I saw the biker lying on the road, with his bike in the ditch. I stopped immediately as a reflect action. I got up off my bike and went to attend to him. He was lying there very still, the red bandana still tied around his head. His tattooed chest was showing, and blood oozed out of it.
I looked closer at his face to see whether he was still alive and then that was when I regretted my action. His hands shot out and got me by my jacket collar. I managed a small squeak before I felt my chest constrict as he was throttling me.
“Shuddup bitch or you die, I want your bike..” he said gutturally. He looked drunk or high on drugs.
I nodded or tried to and I felt his grip loosening. He was reaching out for something behind him, and to my horror it was a gun. My self-survival instinct kicked in. If I have to die, I would do so fighting I thought, and lunged at him. He was taken by surprise as one would think another would pull away. He pushed me and I sprawled on my back. He cursed and started to kick me. I could feel my ribs suffering as he did. He then went down on his knee and started to throttle me again, and in my desperation I grabbed him and held him to me instead. I felt his naked chest and with all my might I sank my teeth into it. The blood that spurted into my mouth was disgustingly salty.
He screamed and loosened his grip on my throat, and I pushed him with all my might. He fell on his back clutching his chest, and his head hit the asphalt. He fainted.
While he was unconscious, I dragged him to the curb and near the ditch. He was very heavy, three times bigger than me, but desperation gave adrenalin a boost.
After several minutes I managed to get him near his bike, which looked like a dog taking a drink from the ditch, and tied him to the wheel which a handcuff which was amazingly available with a lot of other curious stuff in his saddlebag. I figured it would take him awhile to get himself free and try to chase me for my bike again.
As I was about to leave, I looked at his handlebars, and my jaw dropped in amazement. The thing hanging there was a Hello Kitty toy on a chain. The pair of white cat with a dress and ribbon on its head adorning the handlebars looked almost angelic but lent a grotesque air to the huge bike. I did not look back as I roared off.
The wedding went well, so I heard. I spent it at the hospital and another three days afterwards, with two cracked ribs, and a mother who looked martyred.
Ends
Published 24th October 2013 8:29am
Against the wall
Creepazoids, turd-brained ghouls
Born of three cornered tin-cans
Zitscities and craters on your face
You bunch of wormy turds
I spit on you
Wished you died
When you left your mothers’ wombs
Bullies!
The little girl with tomato red eyes
One of your rainbows of patented colours
That you paste on her face
you and your group of friends
your fists landing on smaller targets
than your own bloated existence
your raucous laughter
Abusing the inner ear…shitter!
The boy lying on the ground
Can’t cry, just gasping groans
After you stomp on his ribs
For ignoring you
When you ask for money
He did not have
You gigantic piss hole
Scrapped his last five cents
I wish you run across the road
Get crushed and smooshed by a truck
Or fall down the ravine
And land with a resounding thud
A hundred meters down
Or maybe get eaten by bats
Slowly, inch by inch
Or feasted on by ants
Tormentors, Oppressors, Bullies…
Neither torment, nor torture is too cruel
For you
Punishment and Retribution should be
Likewise.
Born of three cornered tin-cans
Zitscities and craters on your face
You bunch of wormy turds
I spit on you
Wished you died
When you left your mothers’ wombs
Bullies!
The little girl with tomato red eyes
One of your rainbows of patented colours
That you paste on her face
you and your group of friends
your fists landing on smaller targets
than your own bloated existence
your raucous laughter
Abusing the inner ear…shitter!
The boy lying on the ground
Can’t cry, just gasping groans
After you stomp on his ribs
For ignoring you
When you ask for money
He did not have
You gigantic piss hole
Scrapped his last five cents
I wish you run across the road
Get crushed and smooshed by a truck
Or fall down the ravine
And land with a resounding thud
A hundred meters down
Or maybe get eaten by bats
Slowly, inch by inch
Or feasted on by ants
Tormentors, Oppressors, Bullies…
Neither torment, nor torture is too cruel
For you
Punishment and Retribution should be
Likewise.
Published 15th October 2012 7:48am
Agape Love
Reaching out from beyond
A darkness of bereavement
Hands tapping out resentments
Through raunchy poems
You were there
Speaking words of wisdom
Move on you said
Love one who deserved
To be love
Leave the knave behind
Dreams chatted through wishes
Painting nails and colouring toes
Dying hair in bright pink hues
Knocking doors for cups of sugar
Laughing of this and that
When there were turbulence
Thunder rolling in gossamer realms
Lightning striking too close
where hearts were sanctuaries
I gave you mine
Kitty, from a stranger
To a friend
Precious
Always.
A darkness of bereavement
Hands tapping out resentments
Through raunchy poems
You were there
Speaking words of wisdom
Move on you said
Love one who deserved
To be love
Leave the knave behind
Dreams chatted through wishes
Painting nails and colouring toes
Dying hair in bright pink hues
Knocking doors for cups of sugar
Laughing of this and that
When there were turbulence
Thunder rolling in gossamer realms
Lightning striking too close
where hearts were sanctuaries
I gave you mine
Kitty, from a stranger
To a friend
Precious
Always.
Published 6th April 2013 10:06am
Age of Innocence
Scent of lilac in the evening air
Sounds of laughter from afar
Someone singing a melody
A rhythm of melancholy
And I think of then
Picking flowers in the meadow
Wading in the bubbly brooks
Chasing illusive butterflies
Smiling at bursts of colours
During drizzly days
Carving initials on tree trunks
Laughing at pretty woodpeckers
Doing their trunk-drums
Rolling on the grass
Getting all wet and dewy
Until you came my sweetness
Showering me with exquisite
Pleasure and desire
Fulfilling the vile lascivious urge
Bequeathed by Eve to her kind
Forward stop play
I stand here now alone
Looking at the devastation
You are long gone
Sowing willing furrows
And I, a worldly woman, stand
here, and mourn for innocence’s untimely death
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 11th January 2012 8:12am Sounds of laughter from afar
Someone singing a melody
A rhythm of melancholy
And I think of then
Picking flowers in the meadow
Wading in the bubbly brooks
Chasing illusive butterflies
Smiling at bursts of colours
During drizzly days
Carving initials on tree trunks
Laughing at pretty woodpeckers
Doing their trunk-drums
Rolling on the grass
Getting all wet and dewy
Until you came my sweetness
Showering me with exquisite
Pleasure and desire
Fulfilling the vile lascivious urge
Bequeathed by Eve to her kind
Forward stop play
I stand here now alone
Looking at the devastation
You are long gone
Sowing willing furrows
And I, a worldly woman, stand
here, and mourn for innocence’s untimely death
Written by Grace (Idryad)
All’s well
Affective measure your anti-force
Against disorder brought on by sins
Kisses of yesteryears
Brought forth to now
And its reckoning
Brought forward to this phase
You rang my bell once
As you pull the hearts string of others
Now you pay for it
Full measure and more
Misfortune you say comes
Un-beckoned uninvited
It smiles all the time
Preying on happiness
Preying on joyousness
Your joy in your love...
Once the fence is un-mended
It slips in and hold you
Pay in full your debt
To add on to your sorrow
The household you built
The family you brought up
Your pretty daughter
is a drug addict
Your handsome son
Died in a useless war
Your wife ran away with the postman
Depression loved you long and hard
Your house was auctioned
Your dog was run over by a truck
Kisses deep and lies thick
Those you told to acquire wealth
Selling land not yours to keep
Selling your soul to the lowest bidder
Now you stand all alone
Nothing, zero, zilch
Sad and sorry for life thrown away
No one sympathise not even me
For you have cheated many
In your stupid arrogance
You cheap politician.
Against disorder brought on by sins
Kisses of yesteryears
Brought forth to now
And its reckoning
Brought forward to this phase
You rang my bell once
As you pull the hearts string of others
Now you pay for it
Full measure and more
Misfortune you say comes
Un-beckoned uninvited
It smiles all the time
Preying on happiness
Preying on joyousness
Your joy in your love...
Once the fence is un-mended
It slips in and hold you
Pay in full your debt
To add on to your sorrow
The household you built
The family you brought up
Your pretty daughter
is a drug addict
Your handsome son
Died in a useless war
Your wife ran away with the postman
Depression loved you long and hard
Your house was auctioned
Your dog was run over by a truck
Kisses deep and lies thick
Those you told to acquire wealth
Selling land not yours to keep
Selling your soul to the lowest bidder
Now you stand all alone
Nothing, zero, zilch
Sad and sorry for life thrown away
No one sympathise not even me
For you have cheated many
In your stupid arrogance
You cheap politician.
Published 11th September 2012 11:10pm
Alone
Joyous laughter
of a reveling crowd
cacophony of sounds
from sources of hundreds
on city sidewalks
there I heard a feather fall
I heard the thread
sewn into a ripped
old garment
Im alone in my world
Of silence
When I close my eyes
The raging silence screams
In the darkness
Without sights
I stretch my hands
Hold it, and lead me
across the busy road,
But touch me not
with pity
I may be blind
And so alone
But I'm never lonely
I hear sounds of angels
In kind voices
the touch of divinity
from loving hands.
of a reveling crowd
cacophony of sounds
from sources of hundreds
on city sidewalks
there I heard a feather fall
I heard the thread
sewn into a ripped
old garment
Im alone in my world
Of silence
When I close my eyes
The raging silence screams
In the darkness
Without sights
I stretch my hands
Hold it, and lead me
across the busy road,
But touch me not
with pity
I may be blind
And so alone
But I'm never lonely
I hear sounds of angels
In kind voices
the touch of divinity
from loving hands.
Published 18th March 2013 11:04pm
- Last modified 18th March 2013 11:05pm
Alone, Not Lonely
I revel in the joyous laughter
of the happy crowds
I smile with joy
When I hear
cacophony of sounds
I walk with the wind
against my face
touches of drizzles
on my body
Walking alone
I hear the warbling birds
I see fluttering butterflies
I touch falling leaves
I walk on bubbling brooks
Alone, yet I am whole
I am alone
But not lonely
I am solitary
But not unloved
In my heart and soul.
of the happy crowds
I smile with joy
When I hear
cacophony of sounds
I walk with the wind
against my face
touches of drizzles
on my body
Walking alone
I hear the warbling birds
I see fluttering butterflies
I touch falling leaves
I walk on bubbling brooks
Alone, yet I am whole
I am alone
But not lonely
I am solitary
But not unloved
In my heart and soul.
Published 17th July 2013 10:44pm
Along the Shore
Shifting sands
Along the seashore
Driftwoods
Broken seashells
Incessant waves
Lapping indifferently
On gravely shores
A jetty
Where boats dock
I think of you
Safe haven.
Along the seashore
Driftwoods
Broken seashells
Incessant waves
Lapping indifferently
On gravely shores
A jetty
Where boats dock
I think of you
Safe haven.
Published 9th June 2013 10:07am
Alzheimer's
Trapped within the room
where I am
Knowing but not knowing
where I am going
Trapped within thoughts
Inarticulated through words
having thousands of opinions
just bubbling beneath but no vents
Trapped within memories
so sweet and tender
memories that tear one's heart asunder
Never knowing which one comes before the other
Spirit trapped within a cowl
With full knowledge of then and now
But waiting for decay to kill the prison
Once loved and cherish as a vessel of the soul
And that is my fear
Although the years may be far yet
Until such that this disquiet
fill up my days
The fear is there
and there is fear
where I am
Knowing but not knowing
where I am going
Trapped within thoughts
Inarticulated through words
having thousands of opinions
just bubbling beneath but no vents
Trapped within memories
so sweet and tender
memories that tear one's heart asunder
Never knowing which one comes before the other
Spirit trapped within a cowl
With full knowledge of then and now
But waiting for decay to kill the prison
Once loved and cherish as a vessel of the soul
And that is my fear
Although the years may be far yet
Until such that this disquiet
fill up my days
The fear is there
and there is fear
Published 30th December 2011 6:53am
An Ancient god’s Fury
Told I this in tales of yore
The mortal daughter of Irra
Existing in Akkadian fields
Was set upon by villains
Torn and struck she laid supine
Silent screams of spilled blood
Reached her father in slumber
With his consort Mami
Roar his rank upon the sky
Screams of righteous rage
Ripped the tormented firmament
Swirled in grey the tapestry
Of life within the glory
of created existence
trembled and pulse
in terrified horror
Irra in fury rode again
God of all gods of pestilence
With his seven generals
Sought he hard the men
who shattered his child
his beloved only mortal child
the slayers shall be hounded
without sanctuary
Upon the land of the wicked men
he ran his legions close to earth
fire from swords forged
with sulphur and brimstone
coldness from the wells
of famine and hunger
he seeded and sowed the land
relentless in his rage
His screams of anger
Thundered in the sky
His relentless fury
Birth cracking lightning
The sea trembled and tossed
The land cracked and rumbled
Nothing was left standing
Irra’s fury was complete
Until at last the Eastern Prince
Calmed the land with His Love
His promises and Atonement
To give His Life for the sins
Of man who killed
And plundered
Without shame
Turbulence rested.
The mortal daughter of Irra
Existing in Akkadian fields
Was set upon by villains
Torn and struck she laid supine
Silent screams of spilled blood
Reached her father in slumber
With his consort Mami
Roar his rank upon the sky
Screams of righteous rage
Ripped the tormented firmament
Swirled in grey the tapestry
Of life within the glory
of created existence
trembled and pulse
in terrified horror
Irra in fury rode again
God of all gods of pestilence
With his seven generals
Sought he hard the men
who shattered his child
his beloved only mortal child
the slayers shall be hounded
without sanctuary
Upon the land of the wicked men
he ran his legions close to earth
fire from swords forged
with sulphur and brimstone
coldness from the wells
of famine and hunger
he seeded and sowed the land
relentless in his rage
His screams of anger
Thundered in the sky
His relentless fury
Birth cracking lightning
The sea trembled and tossed
The land cracked and rumbled
Nothing was left standing
Irra’s fury was complete
Until at last the Eastern Prince
Calmed the land with His Love
His promises and Atonement
To give His Life for the sins
Of man who killed
And plundered
Without shame
Turbulence rested.
Published 14th July 2013 8:59am
- Last modified 14th July 2013 7:51pm
An angry eulogy
White crests on the choppy sea
Set to crash before the shore
Strength akin to an angry god
Cuts the broiling waves asunder
Through those I followed you
Roaring wind through the treetops
Caress well in screaming rage
Bend break and crush branches away
Uproot all that stand on the way
I still followed you
Crushing through layered emotions
Devastations created by rage within
Destroying castles made of dreams
Annihilating cloud nine
With cruel words and careless deeds
I stand bowed before your hearse
Anger calmed entrapt by death.
Set to crash before the shore
Strength akin to an angry god
Cuts the broiling waves asunder
Through those I followed you
Roaring wind through the treetops
Caress well in screaming rage
Bend break and crush branches away
Uproot all that stand on the way
I still followed you
Crushing through layered emotions
Devastations created by rage within
Destroying castles made of dreams
Annihilating cloud nine
With cruel words and careless deeds
I stand bowed before your hearse
Anger calmed entrapt by death.
Published 8th October 2013 2:54am
- Last modified 8th October 2013 2:55am
An Echo of Remembrance
Discordant orchestra
a distant roar of applause
My life's accompanying credits
I'm outside
within a circle of my own
memories
rippling through mists
of recollection
Picking shards of broken
glasses, by the pathway
bleeding hands
yet hope in the heart abounds
for betterment
food on plates
tummy warmly filled
Pride swallowed deep
Wishes chanted
mantra
repeated incessantly
a better life
warmer home
to be held and loved
Instead, they brought in the clown
Life became a long drawn joke
no one laughed
until the comedy of errors
ended.
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 30th December 2013 10:23pm a distant roar of applause
My life's accompanying credits
I'm outside
within a circle of my own
memories
rippling through mists
of recollection
Picking shards of broken
glasses, by the pathway
bleeding hands
yet hope in the heart abounds
for betterment
food on plates
tummy warmly filled
Pride swallowed deep
Wishes chanted
mantra
repeated incessantly
a better life
warmer home
to be held and loved
Instead, they brought in the clown
Life became a long drawn joke
no one laughed
until the comedy of errors
ended.
Written by Grace (Idryad)
An Evening with Nature
Beneath the dark sky
Here solitary I sit
Alone, in a shack
Long forgotten
Lost in the jungle
Within the eye of a storm
A roar a crash
Thunder booms
Lightning strikes
The velvet sky is ripped
By bright silver rods
The orchestra of nature
The screaming winds
Among the branches
Of swaying trees
In frenzied dance
With enraged screams
Breaking ripping branches
Beyond the hill
The wild dogs howl
In fear and anger
At the storm
The wild cats yowl
The primates scream
The roars and shrieks
Of the hurricane
Spearing the earth
With its grim strength
Uproot all that’s near
Deep screams thunders as it flew
When nature settle on its peace
cuddle weariness in slumber
Stand I in weakness trembling
Awe and wonder at nature’s tranquillity
The night I spent is daylight now
Rest the world in gentle grace again
Lonely shack hidden
by broken twigs
In farewell stare
as I walk away.
Here solitary I sit
Alone, in a shack
Long forgotten
Lost in the jungle
Within the eye of a storm
A roar a crash
Thunder booms
Lightning strikes
The velvet sky is ripped
By bright silver rods
The orchestra of nature
The screaming winds
Among the branches
Of swaying trees
In frenzied dance
With enraged screams
Breaking ripping branches
Beyond the hill
The wild dogs howl
In fear and anger
At the storm
The wild cats yowl
The primates scream
The roars and shrieks
Of the hurricane
Spearing the earth
With its grim strength
Uproot all that’s near
Deep screams thunders as it flew
When nature settle on its peace
cuddle weariness in slumber
Stand I in weakness trembling
Awe and wonder at nature’s tranquillity
The night I spent is daylight now
Rest the world in gentle grace again
Lonely shack hidden
by broken twigs
In farewell stare
as I walk away.
Published 18th July 2013 3:51pm
An Invisible Defeat
It was D-Day again. Max sighed. The years have gone by and he still mourned. He must move on, he thought, but he was lazy somehow. He did not seem to have any energy left to start a new relationship or even to go on a casual date. It was all he could do to wake up in the morning and go to work. He often wished he was well off enough not to go to work and stay at home. That way he could drink until he went into a stupor, or sleep all day and not be missed. But, no, he had to work, to feed himself, to pay the electricity bill and water supply. The daily humdrum of living. Working as a packer at the furniture factory suited him just fine, even though he had a degree in anthropology. He did not want any interaction with people so putting his head down and packing furniture pieces in boxes suited him fine.
D-Day was a private thing with him. He was an orphan and nobody shared any private information with him,except for one single friend whom he did not want to burden with his problems and troubles.
He looked into his coffee mug, his thoughts flying off to the day three years ago, when he was a different man in another lifetime. He was working in a different environment then. He was married with a child. He loved them as they were part of his life and always there for him. His remembered his Sandy his wife of five years, her long black hair cascading down her back, her brown eyes looking into his own, always with a smile. He remembered not being too happy with her at that time, as she had postponed a trip to the seaside with him because her parents were coming over.
He remembered his son, Stephen, whom he called Stigger, a little boy of three with his tight curls and soulful eyes. Both of them had looked at him, looking sorry, that day, as he sulked. He had so wanted to go to the beach with them, to relax. It had been a long week at work. But no, they had been more interested to see her parents then to go with him.
He had gone to the beach on his own, his anger simmering over his heart. He had brought with him a couple of six packs and as soon as he settled, he started drinking. As his drunkenness started to peak his self-pity started to spread like poison. He felt neglected...here he was working his ass off for them, providing them with a beautiful house with all the comfort money could buy. Ungrateful, that's what they are, his mind ranted, can't even be with him just for a day away. Bloody Hell! Maybe she wriggled under him at night, and at times on top...pretending all the time! Maybe the boy wasn't his!
Unknown to him, her parents had cancelled their trip as soon as he left the house, and his wife had been trying to get him on his cellphone all morning. His cell was forgotten on the seat of his car, while he nursed his drunken ranting.
She had then taken her car and strapping Stigger in his baby seat, she had drove off to look for him at the beach. It was a fine day, but somehow Sandy and Stigger never made it to the beach. The highway was strewn with debris from the honda, with Sandy and Stigger with it. A truck had bump into them sending them over the other side of the road. They never had a chance.
D-Day was the double funeral. He never forgot and he never erased her last text in his phone...it had been simple 'I love you baby, we are coming!'
He wondered how he went through the days and weeks after that. The funeral was vaguely surreal, like he was watching from the sideline, nodding at visitors and acknowledging her parents. It went by so fast, and when he came to he was alone in an empty house with the walls reverberating with memories of her and their baby.
He mourned so hard, that he physically hurt, everything seemed to be aching, his heart seemed to beat like a perfunctory drum...and he despised himself for his drunken thoughts of her; his stupid trite rants and his selfishness. He grieved for his innocent little boy; his pain was like a festering wound in his chest. For several months, he slept through the day and when he woke up again, he drank himself back to a stupor.
He sold his house soon after, and left town. He brought nothing with him but his clothes and a few token of the marriage.
Now looking out at the vast quiet countryside, he felt purged somehow, nothing was alive within him.
He sighed, turned over on the couch and closed his eyes; hoping to glimpse his two beloved as he went to sleep.
D-Day was a private thing with him. He was an orphan and nobody shared any private information with him,except for one single friend whom he did not want to burden with his problems and troubles.
He looked into his coffee mug, his thoughts flying off to the day three years ago, when he was a different man in another lifetime. He was working in a different environment then. He was married with a child. He loved them as they were part of his life and always there for him. His remembered his Sandy his wife of five years, her long black hair cascading down her back, her brown eyes looking into his own, always with a smile. He remembered not being too happy with her at that time, as she had postponed a trip to the seaside with him because her parents were coming over.
He remembered his son, Stephen, whom he called Stigger, a little boy of three with his tight curls and soulful eyes. Both of them had looked at him, looking sorry, that day, as he sulked. He had so wanted to go to the beach with them, to relax. It had been a long week at work. But no, they had been more interested to see her parents then to go with him.
He had gone to the beach on his own, his anger simmering over his heart. He had brought with him a couple of six packs and as soon as he settled, he started drinking. As his drunkenness started to peak his self-pity started to spread like poison. He felt neglected...here he was working his ass off for them, providing them with a beautiful house with all the comfort money could buy. Ungrateful, that's what they are, his mind ranted, can't even be with him just for a day away. Bloody Hell! Maybe she wriggled under him at night, and at times on top...pretending all the time! Maybe the boy wasn't his!
Unknown to him, her parents had cancelled their trip as soon as he left the house, and his wife had been trying to get him on his cellphone all morning. His cell was forgotten on the seat of his car, while he nursed his drunken ranting.
She had then taken her car and strapping Stigger in his baby seat, she had drove off to look for him at the beach. It was a fine day, but somehow Sandy and Stigger never made it to the beach. The highway was strewn with debris from the honda, with Sandy and Stigger with it. A truck had bump into them sending them over the other side of the road. They never had a chance.
D-Day was the double funeral. He never forgot and he never erased her last text in his phone...it had been simple 'I love you baby, we are coming!'
He wondered how he went through the days and weeks after that. The funeral was vaguely surreal, like he was watching from the sideline, nodding at visitors and acknowledging her parents. It went by so fast, and when he came to he was alone in an empty house with the walls reverberating with memories of her and their baby.
He mourned so hard, that he physically hurt, everything seemed to be aching, his heart seemed to beat like a perfunctory drum...and he despised himself for his drunken thoughts of her; his stupid trite rants and his selfishness. He grieved for his innocent little boy; his pain was like a festering wound in his chest. For several months, he slept through the day and when he woke up again, he drank himself back to a stupor.
He sold his house soon after, and left town. He brought nothing with him but his clothes and a few token of the marriage.
Now looking out at the vast quiet countryside, he felt purged somehow, nothing was alive within him.
He sighed, turned over on the couch and closed his eyes; hoping to glimpse his two beloved as he went to sleep.
Published 16th February 2014 10:54pm
- Last modified 17th February 2014 6:09am
And He Says
sharing a cigarette
watching the glow
of oncoming dawn
I lean on his shoulder
and he says
I have a journey to make
I have a decision to take
the road will be long
I hold on to his warmth
shivering in nonexistent cold
blood draining into my heart
it is coming
and he says
goodbye my love goodbye
I will be back soon
before you feel my absence
I turn away
as he drives away
he is on his journey
and I know its the end
in my heart
the hollow echoes of his words
rebound, he says
goodbye goodbye goodbye.
watching the glow
of oncoming dawn
I lean on his shoulder
and he says
I have a journey to make
I have a decision to take
the road will be long
I hold on to his warmth
shivering in nonexistent cold
blood draining into my heart
it is coming
and he says
goodbye my love goodbye
I will be back soon
before you feel my absence
I turn away
as he drives away
he is on his journey
and I know its the end
in my heart
the hollow echoes of his words
rebound, he says
goodbye goodbye goodbye.
Published 8th November 2014 3:33pm
And You
Cool dawn mist
Engulfs
A half waking
Dream, feeling
Lips
Caressing
Hands
On bare hips
Searches
Finds
Warm lips
A melting together
A union
In unison scream
Silently
Bursting like fireworks
Over the mountain
Fountains
Shivering entwined
Closed eyes
And You.
Engulfs
A half waking
Dream, feeling
Lips
Caressing
Hands
On bare hips
Searches
Finds
Warm lips
A melting together
A union
In unison scream
Silently
Bursting like fireworks
Over the mountain
Fountains
Shivering entwined
Closed eyes
And You.
Published 15th June 2013 2:01pm
Angel
Angel
If one day I say
Goodbye
Will you cry
Angel
If one day I lay
Down and die
Will you weep for me
Angel
If I told you
How much I love you
Although we never met
Will you laugh at me
Angel
Will you say
A little prayer
Before I close this page
And say goodbye
Angel
I know you are going now
To another woman’s arms
Someone you love
Much more than me
Angel
My wish will never come true
To you I am a nobody
But I can dream…
Can’t I?
If one day I say
Goodbye
Will you cry
Angel
If one day I lay
Down and die
Will you weep for me
Angel
If I told you
How much I love you
Although we never met
Will you laugh at me
Angel
Will you say
A little prayer
Before I close this page
And say goodbye
Angel
I know you are going now
To another woman’s arms
Someone you love
Much more than me
Angel
My wish will never come true
To you I am a nobody
But I can dream…
Can’t I?
Published 6th March 2012 6:58am
Angel Eyes
Pain I felt
like a thousand stabs
On distended abdomen
the doctor said
appendicitis, its burst
tears in my eyes
I closed them
to fate I go
A gentle voice
a soothing caress
open your eyes
Look at me
I gazed into his eyes
light brown eyes
deep into my soul
the iris contracted
Gentle he receded
Into the dark
I slept in comfort
as they cut me up
Wake up wake up
someone said
I opened my eyes
but he was gone
Look at me
Into my eyes
the window to my soul
he whispers still
Long ago and far away
the now and then
he lives still
here and there
eyes, deep dark brown.
like a thousand stabs
On distended abdomen
the doctor said
appendicitis, its burst
tears in my eyes
I closed them
to fate I go
A gentle voice
a soothing caress
open your eyes
Look at me
I gazed into his eyes
light brown eyes
deep into my soul
the iris contracted
Gentle he receded
Into the dark
I slept in comfort
as they cut me up
Wake up wake up
someone said
I opened my eyes
but he was gone
Look at me
Into my eyes
the window to my soul
he whispers still
Long ago and far away
the now and then
he lives still
here and there
eyes, deep dark brown.
Published 4th September 2013 10:44pm
Anger and Disappointment
The smile on your face
The know it all grin, smirk
You know what my dearest
I feel like smacking if off
From your smart face
You said you were free
From shackles you did not want
She left you, o yes she did
To go far away
Leaving you alone with your child
Lonely you came to me
I came to you and loved you
I held you in my heart like a warm chick
Felt your soul and spirit cry
Together, we held hands
On the sand I wrote your name
Nay, our name together surrounded
By souls’ kisses, a sand heart
Pledge us, laughter life live love
Sealed our silent promise
One day she returned from faraway
Your fairy princess your Pavlov
She cries out and you ran home
To hold her in your arms
On your knees, you re-worship the altar
The ring stays on your fingers
The roof stays over both your heads
The morning table is adorned by you
Both of you, with steaming coffee
On the steams, I wither
The know it all grin, smirk
You know what my dearest
I feel like smacking if off
From your smart face
You said you were free
From shackles you did not want
She left you, o yes she did
To go far away
Leaving you alone with your child
Lonely you came to me
I came to you and loved you
I held you in my heart like a warm chick
Felt your soul and spirit cry
Together, we held hands
On the sand I wrote your name
Nay, our name together surrounded
By souls’ kisses, a sand heart
Pledge us, laughter life live love
Sealed our silent promise
One day she returned from faraway
Your fairy princess your Pavlov
She cries out and you ran home
To hold her in your arms
On your knees, you re-worship the altar
The ring stays on your fingers
The roof stays over both your heads
The morning table is adorned by you
Both of you, with steaming coffee
On the steams, I wither
Published 16th February 2013 1:59pm
Anger II
Anger...
is like a thunder
up in the sky
rumblings and roars
Anger...
is like dark clouds
that gather together
and bursts
Anger...
is like a typhoon
that blows hard
and destroy all on its way
Anger...
is like a fire
burn everything
to darkened crisps
Anger...
of mine is like a needle
pricking hard and deep
bursting into pus of vengeance.
is like a thunder
up in the sky
rumblings and roars
Anger...
is like dark clouds
that gather together
and bursts
Anger...
is like a typhoon
that blows hard
and destroy all on its way
Anger...
is like a fire
burn everything
to darkened crisps
Anger...
of mine is like a needle
pricking hard and deep
bursting into pus of vengeance.
Published 18th April 2012 7:22am
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