"Multitude of Soles"

"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"

 "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"

"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"

 "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"

 "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"

 "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"

"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