The cursing blank
pages held
traces of
knavish hooded
knights riding
forward for the
sake of
scum un-
godly kings.
We are all both, shadow and light,
against each other, they do fight.
For you see, this is the true battle, for you and me,
daily as we walk, which way we choose to be.
Will we choose to walk and do what is right,
or continue to deceive, by cover of our dark knight.
Will we walk an honest line, as we go,
as the darkness, has it’s own way to show.
It’s only a battle, we can win, you see,
this is the true battle, of you and me.
Right or wrong, good or bad, it’s how we perceive,
in the name of Jesus, in which choose to believe.
It’s those thing’s of the darkness, that lays inside you see,
for that’s where our true, battles be.
It’s not about religion, but rather me and you,
what will we become, when we are through.
Positive or negative, good or bad, are you and me,
our paths are daily paved, for the morrow don’t you see.
So what we do today, we become tomorrow,
good or bad, happiness or full of sorrow.
Light and shadow, we shall be, till they lay us down to rest,
as our whole life, our spirit fights against our flesh.
When longings and reveries are captured
in moments of fantasy
As you gaze into a starry night
dreaming of crimson Knights and Castles
Wishing to be saved from the flames of dragons
and seeking visions of a lover with noble blood
Walking with you through a castle's keep
towards a garden of beauty
Where a rose is plucked and placed in your hand
as a treasured gift of romantic yearnings
Allowing your heart to drift away on clouds
into the heavens
As you are carried in the arms of a Knight
through the halls of the castle
where torches shine on the cobbled stones
to light the way to love's embracing call
These are the dreamings of your heart
and the romantic pagentry of your soul
I told you so, I TOLD you so
But you never listen to me
You're loud, proud, and your head's in a cloud
And your eyes are too blind to see
You just use your head for a hat rack
And you damn well know it's true
You're old enough to know, you know I told you so
Now look at what's happened to you
Found your ass in jail without bail
And stinking of rot gut gin
The fella in the bunk above declared his love
And made you his new girlfriend
Then with your sentence through, I thought you knew
You had to check in every week
But the cops found you there at the county fair
So drunk that you couldn't speak
The judge issued a one way ticket
Back to the cage with your old friend
I told you so, you KNOW I told you so
I'll send some balm for your rear end
Built on envy
and city lights
The vagrant actor
alone at night
In hidden alleys
with tinsel thorns
On celluloid
new lies are born
A big screen promise
of broken dreams
The waitress car hop
on Wilshire scheme
Drugged on stardom
with toxic friends
What footlight’s start
— the darkness ends
(The New Room: June, 2025)
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The knights that in histories lurk,
They never wore spandex to work.
O’er heroes today
That dress in this way,
The dragons, they snort and they smirk.
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In shadows cast by moonlit, fading light,
The knights of obsidian rise, shrouded, bold,
With armor forged in the depths of the night,
A whispering tale through the ages told.
Their swords a gleam of darkness, cold and keen,
With every strike, they weave a fate unkind,
For in their hearts a tempest stirs unseen,
Long past redemption—only wrath confined.
Yet underneath that veil of dusk and dread,
A flicker lives—the dreams they dare defend;
Against the tide on which all hopes are fed,
These warriors sorrow’s bitter threads transcend.
So heed the call where shadows intertwine:
Not all that's dark is lost; some light can shine.
In this adieu, you still occupy the frame,
On this two-forked road, you are quitting this sacred name.
We don't want to be our own casualty in this goodbye,
We urge you not to leave this giant red haven in this ciao.
Now, you are your own master,
In this solitude, we want to make you evergreen voices,
But except for a tremendous miracle,
Nobody will be able to keep you forever on our own soil.
Do us a favour one more time,
Make this haven red with pride,
As you always did when you were glued to this peepal tree,
This tree costs you not just a memory but also a priceless monument.
In the dying moments, we can only confess,
You were our blessed knights,
Who protected us from every devilish crime,
You were the branches of this peepal tree.
The red heaven does not want to show you mercy,
It only wants you to stay forever in its circumference.
But sometimes, every man must embrace farewell to the dearest ones,
And we only know we miss someone when we let them go.
Jesters dance, yet this contest is serious
One maiden's favour flutters above the clamouring sound
Undertones of fear, but the crowd is delirious
Someone will thump and clatter towards a dusty ground
Today a new hero will be revered and crowned
heavy feet burdened loose temper
engraved silver tongues borrowed
laughter portraying fascist beliefs
fascist energy exploding over white
sheets, malice moves throughout
the narrow streets of poor folks tears
sin bathing in the sweat of the brave
while funding self serves are we really
forgiven if this cause pain morbidly
challenged an yet so unchanged
Soldiers raise their holy swords,
To the heavens as they,
Give the oath to protect God and the church.
Such swords are adorned with gems,
Blessed only by God,
Which glows with a testament of honor.
The white tunic instills,
Innocence and purity,
As the red cross symbolizes,
The blood of Christ.
These promises are only kept,
By their silence and,
Giving their life to keep them.
The king and pope betrayed,
The soldiers of Christ.
Yet, after eight hundred years,
Their silence still reigns.
The rumors of their escape,
To distant lands is true.
God blessed the knight's templars.
They kept their oath.
They kept their promise.
One thing is very true,
Treasured documents, Gold, and the chalice,
Has never been found.
I would like to think the heart and soul,
Of the templars resides in heaven,
Protecting the one person that,
They vowed to never leave or betray.
Knights of Qi
White steeds galloping along a lonely path
galloping a thousand miles into the grave of the undead
Where deeds are done with anonymous returns
They were like nebulous things.
when heaven and earth were birthed
So they were, without form
a thousand li into the sea
Roaring in thunderous roars
as great tide beasts
Blooming as they wilt
transient beauty
Transversing across its width
From chaos, rose the path to glory
Must the moon fall for the sun to rise?
From ashes, a new being
From dusk, a new dawn
so they are, as knights of Qi
A knight fighting for his ruler's realm
His king's kingdom of psalm
With his might offers his life
Saving a king all his life
A second knight serves with bow
And a deadly arrow to throw
Aiming at enemy's clout
Mouth of his sting without pout
A third knight battles like a gladiator
Using all weapons for his king's splendor
Will die for his king's scepter
Bearing a seal haunting any spectre
A fourth knight trained to die and win
Under his majesty will stand for thy skin
Bravery in his heart, loyalty will not part
'til his last breath, earning his title by heart
Four Knights of the Rolling Table
Now competing before the stable
Chosen horse to ride on for a lady's hand
Pointed stick to hold on, or die with a soft hand
Contest ended, all knights hurt and tended
The Lady's hand was not won, only shown and extended
Then Knights merged in the center
Before the King and Lady's eyes, all bowed together
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