HOPE

Hope, how friendly you are 

Closer than a blood brother 

You saunter into the mind 

At the nick of time to rescue

A man willfully at the end of the rope

Who sees no cause to cope

And grace the grins of the coming sun.

You swiftly see the unseen, 

Making molehills of mountains 

Where bravery meets optimism

You come leading the way 

So we plough the ground today 

And plant our several seeds 

For we hopefully know 

There comes a Tomorrow.

You disappoint not

Though you're just a thought.

Things we do not see

Because we a mortally blind

We believe through the mind. 

TORMENTED SOUL

 

Spare him not o! Fears 

Be thou a river o! Tears 

Make heavy his breath 

His last resort death.

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Go words like arrows

Source of great sorrows

Sink deep into his heart

Tear it all, spare not a part.

Go thoughts of torment.

Be found in every moment

Bury his head in shame

Leave no hopes of fame.

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Go scary faces

Appear in different places 

From men, let him hide 

And Let him lone ride.

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Away with the wind o! peace 

Discomfort, be thou his 

Let Trouble attend his bed

And lead him to the land of the dead.

Silently he sits in hope 

He can no longer cope

The lord's hands he awaits

To lift his burden and weights.

PACIFY

In ruins, our love lies

Like a madman in a refuse dump

Rejected and robed in rags, 

Our friendship frantically fades 

Like the flourishing flower that dies 

At the setting of the sun, 

We lay in shameful shadows and shades.

We're like metals exposed to moist air

For we gradually rust in despair 

In this damp loveless atmosphere

Moistened with pride and ego

Our love is subtly letting go.

When one kills the lamb of sacrifice 

And sets the spirit free to apologize 

The other stands by unforgiveness

Giving no chance for a rebirth

No chance for enakhore,

The friendship pitifully sees death.

Like morning cock, you crow crucify!

Away with him, let him be gone 

I like a bird chirp echoes of pacify!

He is somebody's son,

Invoke the spirit of compromise,

Save the soul the sorrow of separation.

We rid the child and the bath water

Refusing to bury the hatchet

Nor letting the sleeping dog lie

Shall a cut eternally mar the cord 

Or a stir forever soil the sea

Is there no room for a mending

The morning after the night 

The end of the tunnel light

Is there no room tagged second chance?

LOST (To Be Found)

I fiddle with folly

I dare the devil

I meddle with madness,

I scorn at sense.

It glares, I’m beside myself,

Taken I am in a trap,

Caught in the beats of the gods,

Dancing away without thoughts.

Madness is here, o madness is here

Folly furnishes me fully,

I’m taken on from head to toe,

Treading the paths unknown.

They bid me come, I come,

They bid me go, I go,

Far, far from the worlds of men,

Wandering away with shouts, amen.

Reproach, o reproach! Derision!

The meat on the table of scorners,

Eat away friends, eat away,

I’m the one the gods made a prey.

They say a river does not flow back,

That a cake can only once be eaten,

They say that once beaten twice shy,

So tell me why I’m on this path again, why?

Hence it is must be folly I say,

Awwww, how I love this taste of madness,

How I love this music of the gods,

If I dance well, I might earn mine cords.