Muttering voices

"Multitude of Soles" A big giant gong appears in the square With a poised rugged look Like a blood-thirsty armoured tank. The gong began to beat itself, Soon feet began to gather Quickly they turned into a marching army. The din of their liberation cry Was heard far and wide Drowning every sense of serenity left. The young and old, The heroes past and heroes now, Rage and fate were all mingle together as one. The giant gong lamented of a raging evil from the North, Sitting on a lofty chair with a rich white caftan  Wearing dark googles of bigotry and nepotism. "The only way to this golden horizon  Spreading before our eyes Is a revolution, freedom to be" "For the night won't be long And our battles will soon be worn" These were his exact words, They began as whispers to our soul But now they are the propelling force behind this multitude of soles.

 "A Home for All" You're the hand reaching out to the dark from darkness, Pulling them so hard, yours was lighter, you thought Or perhaps that we could all together walk back into light. Love is more than a word  More than the fire in our soul Love is frail humanity  Living like God for all. You could be the one That everyone wants Or calls like God When their worlds war. The earth has no lasting trophy for us, Everything sits sanely in eternity While we rave and rove ceaselessly Only to discover that we all believed sound lies. How will there be? Mad or quiet? Heaven or hell? Best thing is we found a home Where we will all go.

"Scribbling Utterances"  I will tell you things that I hear myself say Things said in between silence and darkness Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room. Who could hear when you scream so loud? Is every cry meant to be that loud? The intensity draws strokes of the tongue Than acceptance and help The errant hope you once had Feels so slippery at your every attempt to grasp it You sit forlorn waiting for the darkness you so dread. The list waits but you write and wait Scribbling utterances as they come Hoping to read each line, At that other end of time.

 " When all hell let loose" What will be has begun, Fate is what we walk into as we return, Every chapter has a story, Which we keep flipping till we meet the end. Arguments, worries, fear, Sink like stones within your soul That fall and never rise again. Belief, breath, hope Hover over the sky Reluctant to set feet on the earth they once admired. You begin to count your loss For in this, you hope to gain true knowledge of yourself, Or know why you feel so estranged. Laughter dies prematurely in between your smothering smiles Your eyes stretch afar looking into nowhere Begging sweet memories to return.

 " Love on Sloppy grounds" Distant mother, your hand Walked me down lonely paths To pick seeds of sorrow   Sown in the days love was at its peak of excitement One seed smelt like promises that failed The other like passion on the bed of deceit You kept quiet while, I, an indigent child Picked pain like nuggets on a sloppy valley Every grasp injected me with your own malady Until I began to walk silently like you We not holding hands again  Walking differently on similar paths silently. Until it was time to embrace the fate Your shrill voice broke into our cherished silence, "Silence is an immortal response to all forms of pain" I swallowed something bitter and walked head on. 

  "Yours in Everything"  I sit forlorn in the dark, Guiding my thoughts to return, To the ways of sweet memories and you, Hoping to find all that we left behind. Like the soothing touch of your hands on my troubled soul, Or the river-like calmness your laughter brings when it fades away, I recall these and walk further into: Your silence as your listened to my dreams Like a child charmed by a fairytale, To the time, you bent your ears to listen to the sound of my kisses on your neck, And you leaped like flames to embrace me. That morning before this nostalgic night, With bags set for a journey, Tears withstood the passion in my eyes, I tried to muster a word but I needed your touch. This one touch that leads to everything... Though we seem apart from eachother, It shouldn't part the ways of our heart, You should hang our memories on your walls like I do, Every stare will stir fervently our longing for everything we share. Your in Everything .

" Ambitions and the Dead"  The cold night breeze gently blows And tosses aside this black shroud Unveiling shadows trying to hide their true frames From a world they have lost touch with. Strangers, you might want to call them Held bound in a twisted faith. Straining to reach a light Shining far away in the horizon. Quietness sits calmly in this darkness While thoughts war with eachother Outburst, screaming and screeching sounds Like wheels out of control on a highway. The man lies there without life His heart wrenched by a famished spirit Living within his bossom Starved by his quest to be and to have  Death is a path way to a long dark silence Of the human soul, and its freedom From all the chains he put on himself In his quest to be like the living he dreads