War
Brewing
On the verge
With one own self
Mirror tells no lies
Staring back in despair
Heart races with time in hope
The demon in me does not wake
From the deep slumber of my conscience
Breaking the shackles of my remorse
To prey on the less suspecting
And rejoice at their anguish
Avenging every scar
Inflicted on me
And returning
To dust; Yields -
To death;
Peace.
When shadows take you by the hand
seek the nature of the game
When pale riders steal your dreams
and mist is on your land
hold on to your mind
as the silent streets prevail
The avenues you walk with reeds
No more will be heard of you
whilst you Sunday picnic
and your dustbin flew away
and the skies open
Avenge these disappointments
make for your own secret place
A subpoena
I send to you Sabine
To the Court of Birds
that see no frowns of malice
nor recognise the curl of the lip
The defence that must fall
from your patched Tongue
skewered and faltering
will no doubt wilt
in the Misery of that injustice
where you glance and
Judgment be made
Cursed is your nature
Your drowsy lids poisoning
the Strangers that grace lowly beings
Your kohl sinks your eyes
into the putrid swamps
that belongs your soul
The oceanic conch rolls
removed of its Creature
in sandy depths
An empty vessel
hollow of mind
wanting of Master
gasping, grasping for silvery clay
the Agar.
devoid of Conscience, removed of mine
How heavy and unbearable is the guilt
I have sustained and harbored for years?
Was it my wish to be the last in the casket?
I've grieved enough and ran out of tears
and humiliated, I'm silenced by the retort!
This October apple harvest is far from ripe,
it didn't get enough sun, only drops of rain;
their song isn't a happy one, rather a jibe!
Silver coins don't clink, feel their disdain;
and praying, they return to the holy shrine!
My twilight is nearing and my footsteps are slow,
should I pose and catch the luminescent fireflies
that evoke the enthusiasm of youth always aglow?
If evening reflects great sorrow, so do heart and eyes...
fate spares that one to avenge the dead with an arrow!
Not for bliss and giggling but rather for wails and tears.
It's ideal to avenge the wrongs! Release all fears.
There is a period for war and harmony. It's time to unwind.
It's suitable for reflecting. Then, flip it all around.
The moment has come to acquire insight. It's time to be wild.
Let's travel exploring and sight what we can dredge!
Yet, time is expiring. Today is the day.
Specify what we'll do before we fly.
Go inside the mind of a man that kills,
Liking cold air bringing neck chills,
the taste that brings death, also brings thrills,
can you feel the feeling of when a man kills?
Would you go that far if the situation was just this,
suffering total loss without any justice,
In a room with a knife and it was just us,
now or never, slash adrenaline rush.
If you were a victim in a crime by a cowered,
no help or support, in time cower to the cowered,
Suffering though innocent as they feed off power,
Would you, one day, avenge this hour?
If 20 years went by do you think you’d feel better,
do you think you’d grow numb and it wouldn’t matter?
While logic and time connects dots, clear is their plot,
time matters not, give them a memory never forgot.
I decline to despair
Although life sometimes gets unfair
It can’t beat the power of devout prayer
On which I forever rely
When temptation makes me cry
But I try never to ask why
The school of hard knocks
Chiming on time like clocks
Which can’t give me comforting talks
When heartbroken
Also forsaken
Like a yellow chicken
I conceal my shame in my inferiority cocoon
At sunup, mid-morning and at noon
In spiritual matters, it’s a still a great boon
God in his omnipotence on me showers
Mathematical and social powers
In miracle hours whose showers
Give me a reason to go on
To fight anew in a confident tone
Without any opportune moment blown
As from the bottom of my heart I believe
Sorrow I take, happiness to the less privileged I give
And foes bitter and fitter I dare to forgive
Ultimately, it’s for God to revenge
Arrange and challenge
While I possess no right any trespasses to avenge or order to derange.
Go and fight on without me,
search high & low.
Don't let fear or your emotions show.
Take them by surprise,
make sure you see their eyes
before you open fire on their lives.
Remember what I say, with my last breath
avenge me in death!
I won't being going home.
with you, tell my wife I tried,
but I guess I was due.
Destiny played a tricked me,
now I'll die out here alone.
In my final moments,
My life's last test.
avenge me in death!
Let them all know I died brave
but it was time for me today, I've gone
to Heaven, my soul; has been laid
to rest in a battle grave.
I give to you, my last
request on my dying bed.
Avenge me in death!
David J. Caldera
03/12/08
can you see this blistering heart?
just look through these watering eyes
and you will see
how the world is killing me
so softly
so softly
and if you look deep enough
into that gaping hole
that i so wrongfully call 'my soul'
you will see this
i wrap myself in your shadow at night
to feel the warmth i long for
yet every time i try
to cloak myself in it at day
the sunlight does the inevitable to darkness:
it swallows your shadow
to follow is to be alone
(with you)
the loneliness keeps me alive
and through these watering eyes
i see you
i see you by candlelight
writing my name
in blood
your blood
how i long to sit at your side
the chain
(locked to the hole in your wrist)
to be locked to my blistering heart
this world is the emptiness
the sadness
that we all connect with
this world is sadly our home
(for now)
your blood is the wine
that intoxicates me
these blades of glass
surround my grave in that infinite meadow
we call life
i killed the man
yes, i killed the man
who killed me first
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