Friday 6 November 2015

The Maker's Mask

The world might appreciate me, but it's a secret.
Taboo might appreciate me, but it's a secret.

A noble knight in the night? Masked.
A pimp in all might? Masked.

So far it's been free of cost.
But in the end I fear, I might be lost.

Do I?

I'm afraid the knight demands a price,
Let alone, the harlot across the ice.

At the least, my life. Eventually.

Brands are free, easily availed
Knight or pervert is a game, the most avert.

Jobless hypocrites waiting for the knight.
Beware, the job is addictive. Touchwood.

Secrets are meant to be revealed.
Only when the above appeal.

Do carry on, yet wear a mask with might.
Only until the dawn, not tonight.

Be it either pole,Justify the equatorial mask.
Never surmise, else cherish the hypocritical casked.

Dare to?

You can't be both at once, you aren't that good
They're extreme poles.
All at once, and you'll fall for good.
They're deep holes.

Yet again, you're welcome to.
Don’t be the oblivious coward…

Friday 30 October 2015

Rage

The kid in darkness, waiting.
Past bedtime, waiting.

An assassin with darkness, waiting.
Lurking the hollows, waiting.

A mother dead.
Hopeless drops of rage.

The ground beneath, rattles.
So does the hiss of the rattle.

Silence. Rage. Darkness.

The kid in darkness, waiting.
Rage too, waiting.

A father slaughtered;
Face to door, hammered.

The kid in darkness, rises.
Rage too, rises.

The door swings; a cry of love.
The kid springs; a sigh of pain.

The kid in darkness, finds his dad.
The assassin with darkness, alive yet dead.

Love. Dilemma. Pain.

The assassin, breathless, pale and guilty.
The kid, bright like never before.


Rage an intense emotion. Immensely powerful. Not necessarily fury...

Saturday 24 October 2015

Pursuit of light : My right.

What have I done?
To be left blunt.
I reckon none,
To be deemed stunt.

Who art thou?
To cease my fuel,
Whilst I can run,
And perhaps, light thy fuel.

I pursue light,   
But I'm denied.
And in thirst,
I abide.

I seek some help,
Alas, I'm mocked.
I writhe in pain;
Hopelessly thinking:
Isn't light, my right...

Happy

The smallest help you did,
The cutest wave to a kid.
Happy.

A help done at need,
A hand met when you bleed.
Happy.

The memory as a seed.
with a smile as you breathe.
Happy.

The sacrifice you did,
without regret upon the bid.
Happy.

A drop of ink,
beside your links.
Happy.

A task with trust, thrust upon.
A beast with honour, summoned upon.
Happy.

A star you longed for,
entrains alongside your orbit.
Happy.

You look back at the planet and smile,
No regrets at its prominent end.
Happy.


Are you ?