COMPASSION


Certainly I will not walk away.
The whiff of lavender on your collar,
Arrests me in my wake.
I cannot pull away,
From the eyes that pierce so deeply.
Exploring the inner fathoms of my being,
Salvaging the will to exist.

Dealings that occur as if I were a child,
Playful with rampant ignorance.
No control over your persistence,
You mould me with your silken strength.
The smile that lines your lips,
Like the subtle radiance the gloaming brings.
Subsides the rattling turbulence,
That feeds on my misery.


I see with half open eyes,
As I tumble into sleep.
You cradle my lifeless head,
As if it was a lotus in bloom.
I feel the pieces fit now,
Because I saw them topple together.


Forge my life anew now.
I do not need my second skin.
Walk with our limbs entwined.
You will be my sense of speed.

EULOGY


Soldiers move in
As they paint the foreign skies.
Red.
With the blood of enemies,
Through shattered eyes.
"Forward!" they march on
Puppets in a rag show.
"Kill!" drilled into them.
Boundaries unknown.

Rabid rulers lust for more,
Theaterics of holy wars.
Submitting to faith,
And paralytic justice,
Rendered mortal long before.
"Advance!" they shout!
To hapless victims
Of hope spurned eons ago.
Sneer with facist pride,
As they dog the spoils of dispute.

"Who's to blame?
Who's to claim?"
The lives of innocents
Laundered like dust to the wind.
Through gory sacrificial rites
They drank the blood
Of brethren still.
No remorse.
No memory left.
Of annhilation caused by savage means.
Mothers cry as they lose their lives,
To salivating human greed.

SMOKE


I see,
Through the eyes of the stranger
I call a friend.
Dragging wishfully as
Charismatic smoke fills
The enchanted room.
I crave for the amorous,
Lustfully,
Not knowing the perils
That should overcome me,
With an indomitable force.

I wallow in my
New found glory.
Not imagining the iron grip
That is embracing me
With resounding force.
I choose to ignore,
As it gathers me away
From perdition. I think.
It obsesses itself with
My lifeless entity.
As I lie unflinching,
It strengthens over.
Lost soul.

I see
Through the eyes of a stranger
I call myself.
Watching on a screen,
Wishing I could play
It in rewind.
As the credits roll by
Signifying the end.
I missed the best part.
Can I please go back?
To the Start?

I am just a man.