Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Dreams in the Night

Images on water,
Mirage in the desert,
Hallucinating offer
To presumptuous person,
Haunting ghosts like eagles,
Or maybe just angels?

When you reach the dead end,
When you're out of options,
When evil makes you bend
Way beyond your rations,
When you lose sight of the light,
When your life is in flight.

They appear just to you
To give you a sweet clue
Like a bright sky of blue.

So you'll be back on track
And you fight your way up
For everything you lack,
Then you will never stop,
But when you look for them,
They're missing in the end.

The Box

I can feel her growing,
Vibrating 'gainst the walls
In the air round, gliding,
Seeping through thought that falls,
Routing my works and crafts,
With invisible aircrafts.

Dropping into my heart,
Like a tough judge's gavel,
Outdoing every smart,
Making me only level
To a prisoner's place,
To serve a sentence-full.

Like a bell that has fallen,
Everyone gets brazen,
Breaking all things they can.

And my view is now blocked
As I slide down the tunnel
Of everything I lacked,
Even the tears cannot swell
In this kind of trouble,
In every multiple.

This is my web of words,
Like a box with a lock;
The gods gave me these swords
Only to hold you back.
I open this to you
And you will not pass through.

Come, beautiful Ate.
Though shouting in shrill voice
Above my dear city,
Though not our own choice,
With your hair in a mess,
You are nevertheless.

A god like all others,
With power that bothers,
Even to the non-takers.

But you need to stop now.
It's my time to say "no."

Monday, August 7, 2017

A Second to Catastrophe

You feel it inside you:
Unreasonable fear.
What you see gives no clue,
But the deep fear is real,
It does exist like dream,
Is based on what you've seen.

I'm watching the small hand move,
Wish I can push it round,
To match my inner groove ...
If I knew what I found,
I would have stopped it there
While everything was fair.

For the bombs exploded,
All the children have bled,
And we have never wed.

I shall perish to sands
For wishing time to run.
Now, again, watch the hands ...
O shall I be the one
To stop it right there
Or will things change to fair?

Sunday, August 6, 2017

I Breathe Riddles

See colors in music,
Forming these ideas
On the faces I seek,
Every tapped beat that was
Created by fingers,
Each from my hand lingers.

All the movements I make
Are based on a rhythm,
Absorbed from things I take
From the Nature I skim,
Faster than every thought,
Combining the whole lot.

To be made of symbols,
Where there are no more walls,
And every rule made falls.

I always breathe riddles,
Making you think over,
And make you rekindle
The touch of a lover.
Though there is one dancer,
There is no one answer.

The solution's in you,
You're beating every clue
In your heart every time,
Keeping up like a rhyme,
Reflecting like mirror,
Forming a new color.

The story is in you,
'Cause your life's always true,
Like the clashing of chime
Against another chime,
What are you breathing for?
What are you fighting for?

Struggling to stay above,
Holding on just like love,
The love that we don't get.

Me

I am banned 'cause of you,
For I built your empire.
Craft you out of the blue,
And I lent you my fire,
So they think you are real.
They don't know how I feel.

My feelings are now yours,
Using both our hands,
I destroyed the mirrors
Everywhere in your lands,
So you won't see yourself,
Gave you my heart and help.

All our words are one,
Admire the craft we've done,
Before, behind the sun.

I hate my reflection.
I removed the mirrors,
With your reputation.
Now I know why I write lores,
Why your secrets I see,
Because you become me.