IN THE FOG IT DANCES

A soul wants to run free,

Away from a body it flees,

Twirling through the mists,

Twisting around the trees…

Blood was spilled,

A soul was thrilled,

Another victim to dance with forever,

Tormenting the living,

Provoking the dying,

Ignoring the little children crying…

Neither soul nor compassion,

Shadow is undeniably the new fashion,

Killing without conscience,

Simply for the fun…

Ride forth foul being,

Every shadow could be seeing,

Into your soul,

Every shadow watching,

Waiting for your fall…

And in the fog it dances,

Through the mists it comes,

Riding on the shadows,

Hiding in the gloom,

Singing songs of menace,

Singing songs of doom,

And another victim strays,

And in the shadows it stays,

Until it pounces it is unseen,

And in the fog it dances…

P.S: I dedicate this to the victims of the wars going around all over the world…, I feel for you.

Goodbye to Romance

This road is one I have never taken,

I stand alone and if I not mistaken,

I am the lost child in this lost land,

Searching for her helping hand…

All my life I waited for her,

I wonder if I have to linger forever…

The dreams I dreamt and the castles in air,

I was standing with arms open, she was never there...

This love, I am very sure is not shallow,

It has made me blind and my heart mellow…

Her beauty has enchanted my soul,

To seek her and make her mine is the only goal I follow…

It’s true that Love is the essence of life,

I just wish it was a myth…

For I have not felt Love since years ago,

I don’t think I have a long way to go…

Its now time for me to leave the world,

Sometimes there is no fruit for penance,

Love is what that can’t be stolen nor sold,

Its time to bid goodbye to romance…

Bury me in Oblivion

My tarnished soul for all to see,

My long abandoned responsibility,

Swirling thoughts so often, so alien,

Bury me in oblivion…

Seamless streams of fantasy,

Adrift upon an open stormy sea,

Delirious dreams, streaks of desperation,

Bury me in oblivion…

Fanciful wings may attempt to flee,

Hampered by yesteryears’ debris,

Fluttering hard but steady with confusion,

Bury me in oblivion…

Harkens to a plaintive plea,

Caught, despite a heart set free,

Solitude is my only bastion,

Bury me in oblivion…

Battered hatch, one rusty discarded key,

Ensconced within my soul shall be,

Foolish whims but with a real delusion,

Bury me in oblivion…

THE SCHISM

The time is up and it’s the end of my not so bright day,

The cold silence juxtaposed with the sky, pale gray,

The lack of communication is a mask that hides the pain,

I chuck my soul and conscience down the drain…

Now willing to risk it all for the thrill that pushes me ahead,

The maniacal Mr. Hyde trying to make the most till I am dead,

The mirror of hatred unveils its pallid face beneath the hood of sadism,

I have no fears, for I have already bridged the chasm…

The demons of darkness unleash their fury and rage,

The blood spilled and feelings ripped apart setup the stage,

For the final act of pandemonium,

Good and bad must always maintain the equilibrium…

The bizarre chains of thoughts that eat up my head,

The bold and brave must only chose the path I tread,

It is the only way to be complete, my only respite,

The schism is in me, the light of Lucifer within me shines bright…

At dawn, I lay exhausted and foaming,

Wishing the acts of night would be only be my dreaming,

But I find the stains that adorn my body, the weapons lying astray,

It’s the line between right and wrong that fades away…

p.s. - this is a dedication to the millions of people who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped apart by evil and decadence.

The poem that describes itself...

Chronicles of the Spirit I

A life we lead through the cosmos ceaseless,

Without fear of freedom in the ether endless,

Till the Day of Judgment is nigh,

One of us is chosen and he must die…

And I am the one for HE chose me…

I have no means, but to follow,

This road to a realm so material, yet so hollow,

A world so distant and different from ours,

Where we are ensnared and devoid of powers…

If I gave myself to you, what good would it be?

A depiction of doom for the rest of my kind to see,

A poignant picture of death waiting and white,

Full of wrath, wisdom and spite…

I possess no choice but to adorn your frame,

For I have my sins and none else to blame,

And these are HIS plans that we serve and obey,

Like shinning scimitars, for THE soldier we lay…

Through the tunnel dark and deep,

Before you infant, emerge slowly and weep,

I dwell the flesh in you and give you a mind,

And without my company you have eyes yet blind…

A path to perdition through pain and distress,

With a few fleeting moments of greatness and grace,

“Is there a meaning of being? “, I muse,

When I am neither me nor you….

The poem that describes itself...

Chronicles of the Spirit I

A life we lead through the cosmos ceaseless,

Without fear of freedom in the ether endless,

Till the Day of Judgment is nigh,

One of us is chosen and he must die…

And I am the one for HE chose me…

I have no means, but to follow,

This road to a realm so material, yet so hollow,

A world so distant and different from ours,

Where we are ensnared and devoid of powers…

If I gave myself to you, what good would it be?

A depiction of doom for the rest of my kind to see,

A poignant picture of death waiting and white,

Full of wrath, wisdom and spite…

I possess no choice but to adorn your frame,

For I have my sins and none else to blame,

And these are HIS plans that we serve and obey,

Like shinning scimitars, for THE soldier we lay…

Through the tunnel dark and deep,

Before you infant, emerge slowly and weep,

I dwell the flesh in you and give you a mind,

And without my company you have eyes yet blind…

A path to perdition through pain and distress,

With a few fleeting moments of greatness and grace,

“Is there a meaning of being? “, I muse,

When I am neither me nor you….