Distant lights form a hologram
Of people’s hearts. Four chambers
To pass through to reach Summer’s
Warmth. Messages sent by telegram.
Will they see it before today becomes yesterday?
Their pain stems from all the things they take.
Words from afar lack weight. For this I pay
With my tears, a most bitter brew to partake.
Still I remain like a lighthouse guiding those lost.
Breathe. You haven’t drowned in the waves tossed.
I’m here kicking pebbles down the road.
Inside I’m screaming for strength I lack
But the words others said resonate. Led
By their kindness I get back on track.
I must face my past to continue through a black
Never-ending night. Janus, my angel and demon,
Holds the key to escape if only I decide to go back.
The first time I ran. Afraid that my life is treason
To the sanctity others cultivate. A beast lost in Eden
Who forsakes himself to defend their paradise gleamin’.
Give into fate. Fear only silences the words that are right.
You’ll never change the things written but you can still write.
Fathomless loss, oh young maiden of the Sun,
Covers your once auburn complexion.
Bone white yet, a glowing reflection
Stirs amid the teary lake that has finally won.
O’ Helen, Ophelia; Athena’s Wisdom falters
At these diverging paths reached. Hold
Out your hands and drink the question
Untold. It’ll serve the bold for no gold.
A soulful debt sold neither to kings nor altars.
You’ll set off towards uncharted waters
’til the olive branches become your halters.
To find us both here at the same end.
The ladder’s rungs give way and bend.
Can you even see? Perhaps the wanderlust lingers
Within your eyes like a sickness. Stay and defend;
Orders taken to the heart but in your hands splinters
Fester. Where could we ever find escape? Please, lend
Me a glance of empathy in all this. Coldest of all Winters.
Visibility close to zero. Blasts of cold nip my fingers
Raw and frozen. Chained by icy hearts and integers.
Two friends grasping at a primordial fire
In an attempt to better mankind. To tend
And to witness unless we give into our ire.
UNDERSTAND
When this fateful storm finds its solemn end
We’ll drift away to somewhere we can mend.
The light; concrete or abstract
Somehow we find ways to subtract,
Extract the heart beating inside.
Held down by a chosen destiny like the path had been set long ago.
And now when I’m looking in the eyes
Of others there’s a pestilence growing inside.
I’m just asking where does the heart reside
Now? Cast the die and take a ride
Through the bountiful gardens of decadents.
The day when it rains I wonder if it’s like a cadence or is it like an emptiness.
Are we living inside a trance?
Move by move we dance
Along to the melancholy tune.
I’m asking for a different kind of light coming from inside.
I ain’t looking for an ecclesiastical view, much less an optimistic one, just something to tell me that you feel. It feels like I’m surrounded by hollow men.
Abominations without a heart
But plenty of matches to start
A fire upon the fields of Eden.
What is this that we’ re feeding?
Ego, self pride, self-worth; neuroses plaguing the conscience and warping the outlook on life. Like a fish we took the hook for a little bait. So tell me where is the light now?
Did we snuff it out?
With a puff the candle went out.
The beautiful tree high above the ground
Stands there majestic. A light sound
Orchestrated by the wind and branches
Sounds like a horn blown from the heavens.
The harbinger of eternity comes to bear witness
A purge of both the innocent and guilty, a catharsis.
Dark seeds fall from the tree. They merge with the living,
Changing them from within, cutting off their connection.
Imprisoned within their bodies they must bear witness too.
Blood and tears flood the streets. The sun refuses to shine
Upon this massacre leaving them in perpetual darkness.
Sacrifices to raise a beast born from our own hearts;
One of the wretched. A serpent, the leviathan,
Reborn from malice. In the starkness
Of goodwill and kindness is where this starts.
The hardest bark and thinnest blade of grass;
Reality and dreams – caught on the shoals
Of a sea where the known and unknown
Wage war. A pendulum swinging back and fro.
Caught in the tides to which we never let go
And we become slaves to. We who own
The world actually own nothing. Fools,
Proving themselves with wealth and brass.
A darkness grows from this discrepancy.
These deeds corrupt the primal forces
Born ages before humanity. Destruction.
Is this a law of motion or simply karma?
The Dragacian people were not ready.
Fanatical beasts pour out at a steady,
Unnerving rate. Again, they were not ready.
Hatred it seeps into our hearts filling it black,
The day comes when the dawn will no longer break,
we forget who we are and who they are. A war begins.
We could walk away. Why don’t we? We could.
The differences between us never justify.
To take is to steal for we weren’t given this earth.
Question what you were told. They lied.
The world allows us to be here.
If we betray the kindness how can we say it’s unfair?
Let’s walk away. The march forward we can’t share.
A shaking fear, a trembling heart; the tides
Grow more fierce and head further inland.
I sit here awaiting it. Sifting grains of sand.
Looking for just another way that life guides.
Forward. An unsure destination
Marked by footsteps now fading. . .
Backward. A race to the beginning
Until the day forward is backward.
Do we walk and lose the path?
Do we walk until the path is lost?
A blank page, a cloudless sky; we diverge
In an attempt to fill in the emptiness. Emerge
From a state of petrification inside a deluge.
Creating stories with life’s little time
And finding pride in accomplishments,
Everyone finds a road to traverse upon.
Be it grand or small and humble follow it.
Do these countless days slip away like a daydream?
The further we wade and the more we sink. Scream!
You’ll drown if you don’t enjoy the time you spend.
Either way the pages end up soaked, ink smeared,
And it’s beautiful destruction ~ a temporal odyssey.
Ever wonder about the nature
Of ethics? Changing with a feature
Called society and without departure.
Well, a isle in an ocean made of memories
Dared to see a new dawn of all the reveries
From which life gains purpose for stories.
A Dionysian Kingdom chasing freedom and highs.
At first the denizens talked, expressed, and loved
Without barriers but, jealousy and greed seeped in.
It does everywhere. We often fail to see this truth.
Bliss. Do we hide from the obscene or face it headlong?
Truthfully, I hope you never see all these haunting horrors
And can be free from these curses. To know human errors
Is to know your own / Maybe the pain makes us strong.
Vasha'Lakar 
You must be logged in to post a comment.