Hey, Sister

Hey, sister, don't leave me waiting here like that.
You know you've got to choose one of us one day.
I've done so much, don't you feel a single thing?
You walk the other way, you know you're gonna pay.

Something is wrong here but I just do not know.
I can't put my finger on it just yet.
You have been hurting and I could comfort you,
But I seem to be just part of your duet.

Why am I feeling this?
I could've been content.
But now that you are his,
I'll just be your man.

Unrequited love,
Paves the way to pain.
It's obviously a curse,
Reminds me of my shame.

Hey, sister, turn away for just a short while,
I know what I promised and I know what I have said.
My rebellion stops me from the painfulness of leaving once again.

Why am I feeling this?
I could've been content.
But now that you are his,
I'll just be your man.

Unrequited love,
Paves the way to pain.
It's obviously a curse,
Reminds me of my shame.

Maybe my chances are something like quite nil.
And I'm so sorry for everything that's done.
I ain't coming back to suffer for your sins,
Why don't we part ways and just call it a day.

Why am I feeling this?
I could've been content.
But now that you are his,
I'll just be your man.

Unrequited love,
Paves the way to pain.
It's obviously a curse,
Reminds me of my shame.
Reminds me of my shame.

Fallen Man

Its 1 o' clock in the middle of the dark
And I've just plain ran right out of luck.
Oh! Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
Its all been flushed right down the loo.
All my years I've been waiting for the past
Trying to win and not end up as last
I was talking love not looking at the lust
But now I'm tending wounds and scraping out the pus.
Oh! Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
Its all disappeared into the blue.
I, drained of power, am dismayed and put to shame,
With a bit in my mouth, I return from whence I came.

Anything's Fine

Anything's Fine

or 

Fur Denielle

Dearest Denielle, when I wrote this rhyme,
Everything about you came flooding to my mind.
Never left me, makes me think about you,
In the middle of the night, and when I'm sleeping too.
Every memory of words, everything we talked about,
Lays dormant, waits for a chance to come out.
Leaves me smiling, you crazy, maddening girl,
Everytime I think of you, I think about a pearl.

Lets be good friends of plain platonic gain,
Over years of sadness and many years of pain.
Virulent times our acquaintance cannot foil,
Even water will never float on oil.

Welcome to my world and my circle of friends,
In the seasons of life, there are only happy ends.
Till we meet again, at a later time,
Hail me when happy, or through lemon and lime.
Instead of just sulking, come readily to me,
Never'll turn you away but will listen for a fee.

Friends forever, is what we could be,
Riverside escapades, adventures so free.
Inexplicable bonds of companionship,
Everlasting and eternal, priceless friendship.
Never dying, never failing, we only speak our minds,
Doing what we do best, yet sharing all our finds.
Snaking through our lives, all meaning may be lost,
Health and wealth, fame and fortune, away may all be tossed.
In our best and our worst, through bad times and fine,
Promise me that ours will always ever be truly yours and mine.

I Am A Rock

A winter's day 
In a deep and dark December; 
I am alone, 
Gazing from my window to the streets below 
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

I've built walls, 
A fortress deep and mighty, 
That none may penetrate. 
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. 
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

Don't talk of love, 
But I've heard the words before; 
It's sleeping in my memory. 
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. 
If I never loved I never would have cried. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

I have my books 
And my poetry to protect me; 
I am shielded in my armor, 
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. 
I touch no one and no one touches me. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

And a rock feels no pain; 
And an island never cries.

Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel

Untitled 1

Here I am, sitting bored, with my back to the girls,

Who make my life so interesting, so freaking nice,

'Cos talking to them is like the pigs getting the pearls,

I may be a man, but, hell no, they aren't my vice.

They may like the attention, but they just don't give enough,

They can go their own way if they wanna act tough.

Hell, no, I won't bow, its my way or the highway,

I won't be the victim, though they think I'm the prey.

World peace is a myth when my mind is this crazy,

I'd rather sit here and act like I'm lazy.

I really don't care but I ain't a potted plant,

All this nonsense sounds like a Gregorian chant.

I guess the rage is all gone, 'cause I feel wasted,

The bitterness of life is all that I've tasted,

And I guess that this is the final threshold,

I've ate the bread and found the bread mold.

How can you just sit there,

And push me to a corner.

Sitting there on that wooden chair,

Making me sound like a mourner.

I come, trying to ask a boon,

But you make it sound

Like asking for the moon.

Tying me up with many a bound.

Come on, get your arse off of the sidewalk,

Take a walk with me to your living, burning hell,

I hate your face, don't look me in the eyes,

Talk to the darkness, I can't see a thing.

Talk the talk, but you never walk the talk,

Don't you hear the death knell, that little golden bell,

Write your will, say your last bye-byes,

Don't talk to me, I ain't a lovely fling.

This ain't disobedience, just a little chat,

Why are you so serious, smile a little bit,

Blood on the walls, its just a flesh wound,

I don't feel a thing, I've got the analgesics,

Surely you can't see me unless you're a bat,

Not a guy, not a broad, just a little chit.

I've got my mind, I wouldn't just swoon,

I'm Wolfram; I ain't Giesekes.

There He Stood

The sky was dark and grey,

Threatening to break into rain

Any moment, Man to pay

With interest, God's wrath and pain

Turn dry to teary day.

There he stood,

A pedibus usque ad caput,

His heart, bitter wormwood,

Aut vincere mori aut.

In open dilemma, saying,

Auribus teneo lupum,

Not anyone would care.

Bide he codex luris Canonici,

Claves aurea Sancti Petri

Could not be found on earth,

As it is in heaven.

But turn away from darkness,

And contra spem spero,

Look for the hope which never was,

And never will be,

Never.

Missit me Dominus,

Minatur innocentibus,

Qui parcit nocentibus.

Motu proprio,

Mos maiorum,

Mulgere hircum.

The Easter Weekend

This Easter weekend, I would like to write on the TRUTH of Easter and not about bunnies and eggs. Enjoy:


Two thousand years ago on earth was placed,
The Son of God, innocent, took our place,
Of whom the Romans chose to slay.

See! See his face,
Written all over the expression of distaste,
Died in a sinner's place,
That life may be given to the human race.

He was flogged for my evil deeds,
His brow pierced for my evil thoughts,
His legs nailed for my misleads,
His side pierced for my darkened heart,
And his hands, his hands nailed for my wrong doings.

As he hung on the cross of wood,
He did not plead like he should,
He asked for water, vinegar was given,
And He made human and God even.

The earth was shrouded as he hung there,
And cried out His last words,
He said "It is finished", that our injustice made fair,
For our ransom He paid with blood,
For our life He gave His life.

The curtain torn into two,
That we may enter God's presence,
For in Him, He let us to.

Three days He rose from the dead,
The people have no words to be said.

He returned not of flesh but of spirit,
For 'twas the power of God's love.



Hosanna in the highest!

I Question The Skies

I look up and question the skies,
Of everything, the how's and why's,
I look down and say to the ground,
Why am I kept bound?

I close my eyes and ask my heart,
Why have we depart?
I open my eyes to see the stars,
Etched, like my scars.

If there was anything I could do,
I'd do anything back for you,
If there was any last flicker of hope,
I will hang onto the rope.

Am I thus, cursed for despair?
Is there no way to repair?
This eternal searing pain,
That looks upon me with disdain.

I look up and question the skies,
But all I see are those two eyes,
The ones I have much adored,
Now which I see no more.

Why I Write

Why I Write


People passing by in life,
Going their weary way,
May ask us over a drink,
Why I write everyday.


I thought a little while,
Said, with a sad smile:
Not for money or for pay,
Dost I write everyday.


Why I write, nay, nay,
My old, old friend,
I cannot really say.


I write, I write,
So that others may know,
The wrong from the right,
And the darkness from light.
So that they too just might
Be like a high-soaring kite,
Or a light-tower's light,
To guide the sore feet,
From the edge of a dyke
And that, old friend,
Is why I write.


He looked me in the eye,
And told me, with a sigh,
“I'll never understand,
How you and the others can,
But I don't believe
That I ever can write.”


Said I with a groan,
“Not to write is to moan.”


I write, I write,
So that I too can see,
The edge of the lee,
For it is the key,
To the sound of my soul.
And that, old bro,
Is why I write.

Stars (As Inspired By Les Miserables)

There, out in the night sky,

Casting a dim light,

Filling the darkness,

Filling the dark,

Thou shalt be my witness,

Never to surrender,

To be steadfast and sure,

To be steadfast and sure.

Thou leadest me in the dark,

For thine is the way of the light,

For those who are righteous remain,

They will never be baned!

And if thy fall from heavens above,

Do fall in love...!!

Stars,

In thy great number,

I am inspired,

Unfinished counting,

Keeping order at night,

Keeping order at night,

Thou art the sentries at dusk,
Leading the way of the light,

And at each and every return,

Thou art always the same.

And if thy fall from heavens above,

I wish for pure love..!!

And so it will be,

As it is written,

On the highway to Paradise,

That those who succumb and those who fall,

Will fail the prize.

Stars,

Nothing goes unseen,

Below thy sight,

For thou art watching,

Throughout the night,

Silent without weakness,

Thou never shall yield,

Till thy time is up,

Till thy time is up.

This Is The World

This is the world,
That at every turn we see,
Self-exaltation unfurled,
They says its how it should be.


This is the world we know,

That everyone ought to boast,
No places for anyone to lay low,
But to step up or be toast.


This is the world now,
That if one should fall,
No one to him would bow,
To show that everyone should stand tall.

This is the world this hour,
That when one arises all will adhere,
But to those who fall short will cower,
No ear will be turned to hear.

This is the world this second,
That everyone should be great,
But to him who is broken,
Falls back into the darkness of fate.

This is the world everyday,
That everyone should gain power,
But those who fail to live up to the say,
Will wilt, without rain, a flower.

This is the world that we live in,
That is the survival of the fittest,
Yet he who is the best falls into sin,
What survival is there in this test?

This is the world that goes round,
Where everyone ought to be at the top,
But at every corner evil is found,
Where is the good, the evil to stop?

This is the world, this is the world,
Where do the hearts of men dwell?
The world, into the ocean, ought to be hurled,
For evil rings a loud tone, a bell.

This is the world.

The Last Lines

Sorry for the long, updateless, drought. We didn't have the time to post. Deepest apologies.
This piece is deeply inspired by "Tonight I Can Write" by Pablo Neruda.
For this, I won't rhyme:

To find the time, the time to write,

The feelings, feelings kept inside.

To say that the stars shook at every sight,

To say the moon wept at every cry.

Under the sky, here lies you and I,

The moments we spent together,

I loved you and perhaps you did,

But I push to think that you did try.

Who could ever resist such a face?

That innocent look written over those eyes,

You loved me and perhaps I did,

And I always did take the time to try.

I looked forward everyday,

To the time to spend for you and I,

But I sit here now in silence,

Waiting for dusk to dawn and daybreak to set.

Under the concrete top, around walls of glass,

I held your hand, your hand held mine,

Kissed you I did, and you to me,

But now it's all gone, along with the memories.

Lost you I did and perhaps you to me,

Another person will have you just as I did,

To do the things we did together,

Loved you as I did, or maybe better.

Let these lines be the last in line,

Let it go and come sober thoughts,

Let these lines be the last I ever write,

The last lines I write for you.

O Glorious Beauty

Take a look around you,

All that stands and all that falls,

Have you wondered if you knew,

Why some are so awesomly tall?

See the beauty that rises amongst us,

That which are green in the morning light,

Let this be knowledge to thirst,

To know what is right.

Trees that stand mighty in the ground,

Rivers that are ardent in their flow,

Have their beauty not been found?

There resting in the orange glow.

Look at the sunrise before dawn,

The sunset just before dusk,

That glorious moment before that awaking yawn,

That beauty have you not asked?

So take the time and observe,

The natural beauty around you,

For it is not only found in reserves,

But also in the heart,

If only you knew.

A Day, A Present

From the east the sun rises,
And unto the west it does set,
Filled with hours of surprises,
How many have you met?


A present we recieve each day,
Be grateful you're still here,
Let all sorrow be kept at bay,
As well as the problems and fears.


Time exists in three,
The past, present and the future,
So leave the past and the future free,
But live the present to be richer.


There's a reason for everything,
The moment we live now is the present,
For it is a gift to be made anything,
Therefore let this be a lesson.