Yes...
Now is the time to weave thy web
Web like stone which gives and takes





Oh days gone, pendulum swing, like lover elusive
Where to seeketh thy purpose, lust of martyrs, where rage resides
Yer dark sorrow pouring, engulfing doubt, forgettful horizon enveiled
Masses keep searching, the huddle beckons, but the neighbour is found

And why wander, a frivolous rarity, for the road is lacking
What your eyesight sees, fettered by the present, turns to gold
Like a child's home, a refuge of simplicity, its keepers never sleeping
Do not stray, lost unruliness, you remained unfettered so long

Like a proud king, living scars, his riches pile up
His kingdom of peace, wind of opium, the Titan wall stands
In the raging storm, sway of ideas, earth crumbles in blood
Don't turn your gaze aside, cursed curiosity, eager to find the truth

Pity the tribes beneath the walls, whom must watch, yielding crop of madness
They will not refuse the stay, bitterness of freedom , for the grey ‘cress’ will fall
He needs no sight, scurvy of perception, for there is no room left
He'll haunt the road, dismal journey, sparing no grain of woe



Gnawing dust, transient veininess, dances with a scabbed wheel
Hebbian armour, entropic smile, the open coffin adorns
A misty ornament, guileless teller, shrouds the gifts unseen
For a coach unpresent, a forlorn bond, a battered throne for bygone rigour

There, in his voiceless watch, a longed-for stupor, the usher steers in suite
Asbestos shroud, disdain for touch, countenance defies delusion
Pharisaic face of night, surrogate vision, accompanies perennial tabard
Trinkets and scrolls, testament to promise, weighs like a sin

A modest company in kind, echoes the mind, charming as without shame
Drags the burden of existence, unshakable pride, groaning curses to otherhood
His steps heavy, cold echo, a herald of inevitable
Scars cheated by time, indelible taint of soul, not wanting them back

Softly whispers wind, fleeting company, with its touch aridity
Wounded soil breathes its last, vain pleas, a gift long since squandered
Under the misty dome, alluring mirage, faded green rules
The old trail shall not wait, has what it craved, beckons its pretender



Amidts the blinding air, fleeting clearence, small posture emerges
Tattered spruced up noble, false skin, radiance escaped its skin
A stalking leathered burden, frailty to soul, bleeds the soil with sand
The gaze of youth beam with hope, forgotten privilege, steps follow in denying tap

Wheels suddenly grind to halt, breaker of silence, shatters the young person's impasse
Existence rising from dust, sudden encounter, bemuses distracted soul
Gathering strength, embryo of being, clutches one's possession
Takes a step into unknown, prize of obsession, among the old stone

"Heavens smile upon thee",empty mockery,"you found me at last"
"Not a moment too late, what i carry here,for you is a must"
"Blessing of my forebearers, nowhere else to find, it rekindles hope long gone in the past"
Gift itself like sand, radiant as gold, boundlessness with empty reflection

Despite it's fondness for words, abundance of ballads, wind's gold is not at its best
Dead silence fades, moment of relief, the usher awakens as if from torpor
He shall not let the young soul wait, promised greatness, and carries a gift himself
Youngster with an eager hand, no hope in sight, finds a little charlock seeds



Evasive reason remains, hope mocking, though purpose even grandfathers know
A raging glance into space, bidding peace goodbye, ready to set the spirit free
"Cycle closes again, silence amidst clamour, your proud undertaking"
"Thy heart learned its price, silent witness, yet tongue speaks in your unmaking"

A voice from nowhere, like a heavy blade, rumbles in a youngster's ears
Glancing towards the source, statue of an usher, yet a living soul is missing
"Your lack of affinity for words, salt to wisdom, loudest you ever spoken"
"She is found wanting, ebb and flow, to mend what was never broken"

Air pulsed in trepidation, fate's laugh, like a raging sea
Drawn coffin rumbles, a call denied, as its ragged stirrer thunders
"No solace awaits", Jack brays,"where pain reigns"
As scorching dust mingles, "shatter thy chains", to atest a frantic penance

Be it heed or dread, die is cast, young soul dashes in a flash
Her hope left aside, undying spark, hand clenched bitterly
Rabble hushed with a blink, wile howls, amber mist departs
Old road pulls in, eternal reminder, yearning undenied

Now
Thy loyalty tested, into waters of shallow deep
Watch as you sink, it couldn't match your greed





Oh the sacred vessel, cosmic sign, uninvited you arrive
Yet welcomed still, safe and sound, as if old friend returned
Its tales speak of grandeus, lowest of dreams, achivements to be reached
Your sovereignty forgotten, first heartbeat, unforgettable journey begins

With gifted sight, delirium of might, witness today in the making
With borrowed breath, spark of choice, savour fleeting delicacies
With crafted ears, harlot for lore, drown in hopeful thoughts
And with discarded mind, inflating burden, enslave to handmade reason

Rave tho don't tarry, fools' law, thy chariot hungers
Silent parasite craves, Sisyphean work, under a gibbus moon
A bountiful orgy, gutted wisdom, illusion and flesh have taken their seats
Sport wee of thy patience, inner whimpers, table can still grow

Rarites shall gain their favour, undying passion, queue to praised sacrifice
Scatter your dismay, guzzling choir, barreness rallies assembled gentry
His discarded vessel, long dried, left for emptiness
Tacit company remains, uneasy familiar, and a dark road ahead



Like a pustule for the earth, inevitable creation, stone opens a trail
Rising dawn perpetuates the goal, divine beacon, veil ahead hath already parted
Horizon in a field of grain, the blood of the earth, prays to new gods
A black cloud is dangling already, deafening lament, will receive a generous gift

Creaky mills and tools of iron, bread to soul, layed to rest they did not desire
With pleas igonred, markers of damnation, now chasing their masters
Leaning over a dark path, throe of ecstasy, crowned by leafless trees
Dimed light dances with shadow, recless journey, amidts died hope left behind

Wheels gently brushing, fatigue unknown, sets the dead foliage in ecstasy
Fortunate who rise, cavern of achievement, the rest trampled with rejection
Shreds of old recollections, forced submission, breadcrumbs scattered by the starved
From afar they can be seen, served raw, extravagance spurting like blood from a wound

Amidst the rags, dresses, uniforms, ‘Who shall offer more?’, age finds barely a bone
Throbbing amalgamations of souls, "This stillness is such a bore!", deformations both real and imagined
Hoarding sacks of glinting riches, "Can't compare to any sore!", a spoiled tick with a missing maw
Hazed gazes shall goad now, "We hunger what we lack in cor!", sullen troup treads among you



Stout man in all colours of white stands, "cruel is road that brought you here", experienced apron hides his laced dress
"Spare your words, monger", armed circle closes, "your story will give us little i fear"
"Your sacks and chests like a prison", row of eager eyes, "They beg for liberation, that is clear"
Not a step will he who is greedy complete, havoc lets its cry, as the freight itself steps forth

Murky paws and eyeless vigil,"so much love to bare" wagging stance tells a different story
Fur shifts like disturbed ocean,"yet forgot thy share of care", every canine competing to emerge
Silent whimper like a child's sob,"Cry of your loved carried by the wind", scared growl shall follow suit
"Return from this path", Heavy rain upon the heart,"if thy soul remain unbowed"

Wind hollows an eerie song,"leave them be, Hound", Jack's rustted bellow echoes
Blinded growls poisons the air,"this path treads on frail ground", old adversaries rekindled anew
Hooves thunder is sound of resolve,"witness their conviction renowned", pity the self-indulging dance
Genuine animosity yeans its fruits,"i am piggish whilist they don't turnround", tale old as solitary heartbeat

Roused crowd will no longer divert their gaze, "our uninvited guest has outdone itself", snowy visage puffed up with delight
Companions drifted off to horizon, "the perfect appetizer on the way to our quest", their breath heavy as an old memory
Cacophony like leprosy on the face of reality, devours judgement and reason, ballad's song soon dies
Agony to the cacklking, loggers lost their heads, the usher rises from his box



His movements are sincere, lust in abundance, his hands full of hearty grain
They shall reach towards heaven, mad preacher harbingers its god, sends them a black rain of bitterness
Encouragement is not needed, breathing rhythm, gentry to heaven will direct their desire
Rapture ignites their souls, self injected poison, dies in their throats by confusion

Swollen man summons order, "monger, in your generosity you are not shy", hands already full with delight
Black cascade does not cease, "this black gold, i can not lie", every hand and pocket opened anxiously
Subtle growl haunts the gentry, "bodies or minds, long they famished", in tandem they moan carring their dissatisfaction
"Let your worries aside monger", washed in rain's cry, "by our maws thy gifts will be vanished"

Abandon hope whom gazes upon them, faint cry of modesty, the beat of ecstatic claps
Like a sap spilling from a tree, torrent of excess, bodies swell from their supplications
Rustle of trees shall take notice, hush around, the gentry lies to rest
Leaves begin the prcession, longed freedom, soft whimper mourns the lost

Jack shakes its head softly, "they were true to the heart", their content now hidden in leafage
But the bloated son clutches in epileptic dance, his transendency discarded, eyes look but can't see the sky
Affectionate nose nudges one last time, "faith crumbles like an old bark", noone's home but consequences
Usher surely holds the reins, trees part by the roads embrace, its call will always be answered

Then
Pulled by the winds, mobius strip, soar philandric skies
Hover amidst the land, open motherly arms, alone yet it flies





Oh darkness so pure, vibrating echoes, thy plea is silent
Your arms reaching, longing grasp, searching familiarity
Your claws scratching loudly, digging through, your attention denied
Your voice meets your own, goal yet so clear, thy world trapping you to your liking

Oh light so dazzling, scorching warmth, thy voice like pheonix's flame
Your arms reaching, welcoming hand, beckoning familiarity
Your claws scratching loudly, to leave veil asunder, in wake of creeping attention
Your voice meets your own, thy goal alight, thy world's heat odious to your liking

Like a loney cat, high upon its towering fence, thy owner spectates your dance
Your unbridled passion, primal craving, paints the canvas of your worlds
But damn the nature of things, undespiuted ruler, so close yet never together
Your walls cage you, to break them an ease, the cat sees it where

Audience roars, melody of blood, for this fight is not yet over
And you surrounded by a wall of glass, poor obstacle, as if you see your own reflection
but his glow is long gone, cruel world, in his embrace to the bitter end
Road opens, essence wove, far voices whisper of their existance



Path hangs motionless, sleeping predator, cold stone will aid in this
Glow of the lighthouse shall not give solace, moths delight, when the road down is long
Though silence troubles waters, stifled weeping, reflected faces demand solace
Hunchbacked figures will kneel, angelic fanfares, as depths sing they fall to love it

Reluctant will be greeted by old arch, meticulous doorkeeper, only passage behind sky-high wall
Wears to the lost their crown, Hedonistic laurel, to blend in with crowd
Providence of tall houses, judicial silence, overshadows the smallness of streets
No one to look for down below, dust and grief, safe in their fortresses they watch

Stone though young here, brave ignorance, has seen little yet too much
Squandered tears now frozen, willingly gathered , and the ground soaked innocent blood
Creaking of old lanterns, stolen splendour , will light the way without future
And overprotective silence, ever chanting , will tell a story that could have happened

In familiar alley, eager core, craddled sobbing disturbs the night
Raying locks like hope, with a dull gleam, veil the surrendered visage
His attire that of scarce passersbys, out-courageous , casts transparent ignorance
You wont see his tears, outcast's mark, stolen by the cruel reality



His fiddeling lies broken, halted spark, by defeated hands
There will be no dreams, pointless to wonder , where the soil is unwelcome
The coach looms its shadows, with its whimpers and nieghs, emptyness laid bare
No curious glances, as they approach, where earth holds the sole certainty

Lavished taps to his dome, sudden yearning, buys forbbiden attention
Like sun and moon his features, standing proudly on top, blackbird's presence clear as day
Before the weeping it then lands, gleaming in the dark, gazes back with its bleached featherless half
"if one wishes in place to hide", melodical tweets, "less obvious place thee needs to find"

"Let me be less you wish my doom", he muffles out, "no hope under greed's loom"
"Undeniable is the thruth you provide", bird gazes at unripe fiddle, "yet it is you the peak of thy voice have denied"
"How then to sport a difference" , muffling continues , "Where hope and tears dry up in heat of ignorance?"
"So rightously and innocently thee speak", tweet of defiance, "then why you graze the same ground under thy feet?"

"Make all succum to thy will", hound takes his turn, "so they shall crave to never have their fill"
"Thee are people not some wandered beast", tweet goes loud, "Thy uncouth drive you could cease"
"It hangs in the air that you won't stop there", hound unrelents , "let them feel the pain you chose to bear"
"Even if you ball of pelt", ,"such meek voice itself is a cry for help"



"Be silent and scurry from my sight, i won't trust someone whom words, to me bring nothing but blight"
Youngster rises in anger, so his bravado immediately extinguished, when he sees the usher leaning over him
In his clenched hand, rests bittering seed, eager for its unwilling recipient
For naught petty scuffle, when hand is swift, going deep like shamless guilt

Youngling stands unfazed, "do you feel pride?", cursed embryo of asphyxiating society
Flickers rekindled candles in his eyes, "unto me your selfish vision you drive", words come out with a surging tide
Unsteady hand reaches haphazardly, "to yearn is to falter" , gripping laying chords
In throes of sanguine song, "as if my wounds are cared by a salter" , shall be brought back together

"Witness how it is pointless", defient steps of unused legs, "nothing can bring me from this mess"
Striding out of favourite seclusion, as silence grows , under hazzing sky
He strikes chords with furious precision, discarded fruit, its song travels through lonely streets
Boy looks at Usher, as wailing symphony continues, his look of grieving triumph prominent

Yet he falls silent on his words, as windows begin to open, freeing its curious prisoners
As they swarm neglected cobblestone, he eyes gathering pack, looking for its instigator
At the other end of selfdistressed haven, he is long gone, bird perched on his silent shoulder
Tweeting the haunting melody, as entourage maunders, road whispers for you to follow

And
Let it kindle
To ashes turned
But another crossroad





Oh days to come, on far horizon, to you the songs are written
Thee their love receive, stern glee, thy demands unspoken
With faint moonlight, thy mask veiled, as divination from foreign mouths escapes
For weary thy embrace, escaping desire, their belief a bridge

Thy confinement like forest, crown spread high, for all to enter
To find their shelter, lost tranquillity, where life breeds
Yet easily to lose thyself, abundance of thoughts, darkness in depths hide
And reach up too high, crown's sting, only to fall on the bed of pines

Thy existence be a curse or blessing, felt but not touched, are you a god?
Thy gifts a mystery, when and not called, are even kind?
Thy melody seem endless, carried by silence, are you even worthy?
And if it is all false, not to thy design, are you even real?

For thee who believe without question, weep not, for it longs rather to taught
Faith like rabid animal, wish to starve one, feed it reason
He heard this song, pray of no words, enough for many lifetimes
Steps grow heavy, thin is doubt, the road is at its end



Each step and breath heavy, empty by command, as climb continues
Mounds grey and resolute, their silent embrace, surrounds ranging peaks
Tough dirt and concealed roots, a part not deterrent, as path grows narrow and clutching
Cascading sand of crumbling rock, dust it promises, it song barely remembered

Lurking amidst the roughness, gained and earned, rusted bark and its shed skin
Bow before the path, brooding ancestor, that few shall take
Casting thin shadows, delicate veil, bars of open prison
Wet leaf soaked ground, sky sheds relief, journey must remain silent

Wheels grow slow, weighing resolve, venture was long
Furred suite trails in kind, limb in limb, with reflective stance
Wind whispers and prays, plea of no beginning, heralds of inevitability
Clearance never questioned, dry warming rain, acceptance never vengeant

Crawling shadows rattle, they grow dim, hunching and grasping
Fancy attire from gone times, empty memory, stumbles behind wagon
Its footing firm, tired fingers, crystal clear
Old wood touched, delicate promise, soft song of magpies



Crates and bundles hiss, nail in the coffin, will soon go into motion
This openness is sudden, when there is no objection, bitter truth will flow down the stream
IT will lift its wiry posture, painted with freedom, skin not bathed in daylight
Sight that dazzles with every light, kaleidoscopic proportion, shadow will not know solace

“When the hands so brisk,” whispers the agitated, ”and cheeks a weave of soft.”
“Whence the ragged cut,” now thirsty, ”and skin hardened by a harsh waft?”
“My pride was interwoven with spindle,” balancing on black seed, ”would warm body and dull soul”
“Now with all at hand”, reluctant exultation, ”to this fashion I must fall”

“Your aegis not at its end,” snarls the beaky consigliere, ”where on such fertile ground”
“Let flower of this rose grow”, pierce the silence, “so all who see it be left astound”
"pray tell tedious wish-maker", interlude abrupt,"how to achieve such feat"
"when the world grew deaf", demand of no cause,"with eyes glued to their feet?"

"People are tired of change", maiden whispers,"times where it is easier to avert eyes"
"And old ways are buried", quell without wanting,"replaced with soothing lies"
"little choice but to grace them", gaze adrift,"for my kin it is too late"
"taking so much and giving non", clatter empty of worth,"Habitual as heartless is this fate"



Slithering audience rattles, "such grief and content", pleased with genuine bounty
"and thy wish to look upon those", meagre grace,"reluctant for this first step?"
Under the bleak veil of ignorance, doomed expression, welcomes the maiden's visage
Shallow breath like loyal jailer, shall obey, its fate so thoroughly taught

"if inevitable holds thy breath", taunting hiss,"then why life spurts from death?
Maiden grips dress defiantly, vigour restored, fingers ever more youthful
"What such beast", ingress foretold,"can know for toil of humanity?
"Thy venomous tongue", befoul reflections,"already proof of your beastly vanity"

Usher frees reins from his grasp, gentle twitch, gaze falls upon the maiden
Yet the animal entourage takes the stage, beaming unison, caring morbid revelation
"nothing for long is written in stone", otiose hope,"it too crumbles with time left forlorn"
Serpent lavishly sheds its part, falling amidst blackness, it oozes with contorting truth

"thy conviction of shallow grounds, mislead in its cause, are you prepared to prove all wrong?"
Maiden tightly blanks the gift, knees grew weak, her skin returns to old
Yet she rips the cloth asunder, adolescence wont cease its hue, tears bead as hope defies
Procession pays it no mind, their forms shall still advance, for path is now exhausted

Yet
Like life is a gift
Welcome death into sainthood





I recall thee travelers of old, what stone under thy shoe frail, wherefore art thou again steep?
After all, the world's place is known to you, descendants of the winds, your step knows no toil
Is it a call, a temptation out of pride, or perhaps a duty of burden?
To see once more, the scorching gleam of what others refuse to see.

I curse thee thinkers of old, words of words, they see when the eye closes
As in the ocean you drown, the sheets of being, and physicality here succumbs
As the body betrays the soul, the mentality flogs, so truth betrays comfort
And ye still unravel the meander, so close to the heart, who others cannot

I exhort thee tinkerers of old, think a clay, the world to you a waking dream
Mere spark of wanting, twin with need, marvels spread their grace
Their purpose with the cosmos entwined, transcend a comprehend, which wallows in its mystery
And you effortlessly create, a baptism in the dirt, which strikes fear in the meek

And in the broadsides the choirs are bellowing, trumpeting in alarm, to abolish judgement in favour of illusion
Where silence is gold, riches abound, though the coffers of the masses are empty
What once ripened with age, stand on frothed stools, now itself takes its root
As revelation nears, open blind eye, and grant me thy strength traitors of old



And here is prose, from the shadow of non-existence, emerging onto the cobblestone road
Shrouded by the worn stone, which empires toppled, like forest of birches avidly sprouted
Of old orders now only a ragged echo, prayer nor glory, among corridors of untold pride
And the black scent of roses and the blade of thorns, links and binds, still dreaming chambers of repulsive resolve

‘and already they stand before you, whilst burr falls silent, from the paws of time freed’
‘and of our legs just twitch, like strings, to make their forms recede’
‘ooo how piously low, usher and jack, such a sharp heft’
‘but a moment's fright, humour's easy to tear at seams, lightness of the thread is all that's left’

Where to my fool, of ruggish roads, thought this thy destination?
Apotheosis like Hourglass, tipping sands of sin, shifts while grip holds
‘our skeins weaved in light, synopian dream, following as they lead’
‘on path that mocks wisdom, passive surrenders, only shadows continue to breath

‘They reach out heavens, amidst black wheat, to know this taste so sweet
‘As night cease to liberate, true sight awakens, grind hell beneath your teeth
And you forced down, mocking their defiance, in the name of thy own?
Suerly you witnessed, through thy kaleidoscope, can't feed what deems full

'Even trees of foreign illness, spread like truth, need but a mere kindle'
are but the flaws, give those thoughts a deserved dwindle
'how to kill an idea, born undead, the beating heat of silent twinkle?'
Of all creatures thee eludes the answer?, has fate overestimated thee?

"Words easily uttered, tender flock, cold like polished steel"
Loudest is the wave of hand, cutting frigid air, as silence is hardest to feel
You followed those footsteps, echoing tempteitions in void shall bask
"Loesing oneself to be other, most sanity brinks, high price for comforting mask"

You come this far, soul aleardy knows what postponed shall happen
"still so much i can learn, elenctic lips, surely you have more to give"
By thy greedy will i remained, yet patiently i waited for truth's jagged edge
"will things remain as were?", eternity can die,"sanded castle is the pledge"

All that piled here waited, be yours, you just have to take it
'not knowing anymore, if it wanting or curel fate's jest'
It matters little as world lays bare,"Pythias don't stifle this zest"
What's holy let it cower, bear yourself down one final time




"Say i must thee, in honesty, this down play stirs my ruffle"
"My beak wishes to scream, silence abhor, to treat us like mere trifle"
"Many o' faces are that of Abyss, praise where they don't have to"
"Canvas like ocean's surface, imprinted paws unbridled by time"

"Look at their glued eyes, staring in the other's soul, like world around is no more"
"This boundary a thin line, so blurred it merges"
"Their words but a butcher's sword, perception a flesh, eager for something to kill for"
"Then we are murderers who cut with silence, skin dirty with dried feelings"

"And now what is he doing, coiling provocateur, urgency carried in his voice"
"Carried by the swift current of the moment, he ascends or is going to?"
"I think it's your ears that have flapped at the sight, third in line, this a very brave is choice"
"His form blazes reverence, yet rekindled like never before"

"Both shrouded in oily light, a sheaf of signposts, its canines like ivory"
"He struts bluntly I won't say, and on top of it all"
"And how grimly it is tilted, primeval servant, abased son of prodigal fate"
"Leaning with desire guided, yet far from open maw"



"Maw we do not wish to be so close to"
"That skittering known too well, have thee untangled from your cocoon?"
"Cocoon which finally put his purpose to rest"
"Rest is as thy eyes are witnessing"

"I pardon my sight then, closed under weight of this participation"
"Participation has now for the second passed"
"Passed out have they from this excitement"
"Excitement eludes thy snout however"

"Like a cold grip of uncertainty, tight at base of my soul"
"If i dare to bare witness, unavoidable can be our goal"
"Goal whom eye shan't reach where inmost does"
"Does thy ego won't wish to see it past?"

"When we do as you plea, will we be ready to last?"
"Last shan't be this act of you i hail"
"It will be as cornerstone, as coffin's gloom nail"
"Nail as it is but to your will"
"Will thee cease that cowardice you hold on?"
"Onward to continue what must be told"



"And now i see ever absence, obsidian throne from old empty"
"Empty but his bowels, form moulting and bent"
"Such blitz and holy trumpet, hewing soul, were ready to accept such an end"
"Feared that we lost thee, against present events by ourselves to fend"
"One would ascend the same, holding covenant, gazing at this one sided feast"
"I admit a frivolous though, that one could from this grow pleased"
"Pleased yet we are that thee regained thy pose"

"Something stirs in callous chrysalis, its form dreams to rose"
"Pass the nurturing yolk, fibbing cradle, most daring and foxy of foes"
"Foes like any thy wish to admit"
"Don't ruffle amidst fleeting matters, a pulsing tomb opens with a split"
"Begone preachers of feeble revelation, stormers of pure, time of ends is born"
"Lifted is The New, shadows mend, to inner virtues sworn"
"Sworn to walk only among men while not"
"Not singing to gods born of meek plot"

"Some unseen force, as if blind, pulls the man towards the throne"
"Slowly sitting down on obsidian rock, all grudges and worries gone"
"Gone as old walls around grinded"
"Grinded by thorns to specks of dust"
"Upon amber horizon, challenging warmth, will this place regain forgotten just?"
"Not haste of moment soon, refreshed purpose shall bloom"
"Yet even it takes time, while his visage veiled in gloom"

Life amidst those thight walls
Thin layers
Epiphany

"Have we reached conclusion, like lover elusive?"
Chase perfection
Feeble
If one sees lack of worth

"Worth made by our mind"
Shattered by hand
Need
Life is but mirrors in a field

"Tried to through it while carrying one, polished mask, we dared to wield"
How could one know better
Confusion
Lead without direction
Missteps
Trecherous currents mapped
None can tell which ebbs

"Ebbs only for habituated mind"
Pyrrhic to pleas such kind
Still
Tranquility for kink

"Yet a page in our story, written with watered ink"
"Hermit gone and call answered, fleeting labour, many pages still to spare"
Beautifull a dare
Yet
From nothing inspiration to find

"If that's what we seek, this black rock leave behind"
Cast aside reclaimed?
That what thought to be lost?
Hesitant
Link
Heretical Ascension
Join rest whom surpassed dream

"Hard labour to uphold, syncretic path, in dark rose embrace"
Won't disturb once set pace
Thorns
Feed upon their
Grow
Reminiscent tang from cup of pain
Welcomed once more

"Martyrdom a repulsed virtue, what purpose it stands for?"
Like asking why we breath
Perception
Warped when let down
While nature of things grows
Now and more
Divine

"To remain like a smooth statue, it can't be benign"
"Benign times have came to pass"
"Oh demiurgian choir, amidst tree thee planted, children come undone fast"
Not of malice will
Freedom
Can't question what one loves
The unblessed shall stay here
Null
Kingship of liability
Bow down ghosts
Written
Thee were first to taste such fruit

"This orchard unattended, tools like new, renewal can we moot?"
Lecture save for tainted
Pain
Sanguine sap matches arching thorns
Black Rose
Stalwart in troth
As one still believed till death

"Such madness won't take far, afflation worth of Macbeth"
"Pray tell predictor, don of Eumenides, where this path leads"
"Leads tend to be pompous"
Path this body can't take up
Vigil
Of this old road
See
Now we shall part
Shadows of Moirai

"Have we weighed those words, in lunatic spur?"
"Spur like sappling from indrfferent world"
No better time then now
Impudence
Uphold thy flaws
Thy cause realized
On path pass this blooming garden
Humility

"With no divine sextant, mast lacking sail, were we could end?"
Can thee like that dub wanderers
Feel
Bourne is along
Each of own cross
Bloom
Imbibe and give of your all

"All threats to snap when overbear"
If proves too much to glair
Familiarity of hearth
Welcome
Road ends where begins
Veil
As world turns on its virtues

"Virtues exhibit of times gone"
"This path an enigma, will we prove strong? "
"OH to stretch wings again, clouds for pads, isn't it exciting?"
"Exciting can be the finale"
"Don't irk us now, fortunate hour, turning its wheel we can't tarry"
"Whims of fate like maelstrom, far from home we could venture"
"Venture the world adamantly tries to quell"
"With times of discord present, all that can happens, their attention now a dried well"
Mine
Piece of the puzzle
Immortalize them in ink

"Ink and steel let sooth your soul"
"We now shall chase unavoidable, while you delve all"
"Can't be lost who wanders, pulsing compass, let's answer that craved call"




And last forever oh moment
like your soul oh poet
that in land of souvenirs is
is loneliness for a man
what a singer is for people
but the shy folk do not listen
when the heart writes
they would like too much what they can't lift
Threaten themselves with their fingers of archaic moss coloured in non-existence
So they wave from their dens
from their heavenly hell-brinks
Threaten with a sword of mud
Hide when a mouse sneezes
want to cut a frame with their breaths
and stint with what is not theirs

then you, poet




let them kiss your ass!