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Twilight Ronin
From day to night, I travel from east to right.
As I travel to the west I look to the sky and wonder what is left inside my vessel.
Am I just a hollow soul, or the embodiment of something more?
As I walk the desolate badlands I wonder is this it? Or is their wonderland?
As the sun eclipses uto twilight I sense the demons inside me, eroding my essence.
As my mentality fades to obscurity, I reign in my polestar with enmity.
With my tanto’s in both hands I cascade, and the hysteria upholds I find myself esoteric.
As I wander as an enigma to my people, I find myself at a pass, am I just moonstruck?
I segment myself into three pieces of macrocosm, mind, body, soul.
As I ravage myself I realize my own reconstruction.
In a revolution of my volition, I rejuvenate my reality with vitality.
As my leisure falls unto rest, I find myself patulous to my ambivalence.
As my ambiguous nature sets into my quintessence, the outcry of my valor overtakes.
Engulfed and inflamed, I embrace my inner inferno, and outlast my hellish hounds.
As I subjugate my own demons I then embark on my incursion to the fiends bastion.
Ultimately they should be skittish, twas not me who turned me into this twas them so down thor knecks i breathe.
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
The Bottomless Mirror
How many times I search for you, the night pours through me like hot tar,
And my dream shatters into thousands of shards of broken light,
I sink into the water of my thoughts like an ocean without a star,
And time sits on my shoulders like a bird that sings through night.
How many times the morning comes in white and swallows me inside,
I feel our love is an abyss with flowers made of burning ember,
I bind myself to your shadow like the moon to the heavy tide,
And I cry with my eyes closed — a cry of glass, mute and without surrender.
How many times I drown in you, the sky runs through my fingers like a stream,
You are the magic labyrinth where I wander with a hollow soul,
The days without you are compared to branches frozen in a dream,
And I struggle inside myself like a butterfly trapped beneath a bell of coal.
How many times I tried to speak and the words dissolved like wax,
Our love is a cathedral burned in a rain of phosphor and despair,
Your thought carries me through myself down bitter, winding tracks,
And my soul is full of you, written in an ink of echoes in the air.
How many times I said nothing and the silence ate me from within,
I wrote your name on water with a finger made of fading light,
You are all I have and all I lose — a melancholy fire burning thin,
And I find myself in you, a blank page, always rewritten, never sealed from sight.
I can't recall the day you left
Empty words going west
~To The West Coast~
My love, my sweet love -- my soulmate
I will cherish our time, with the sun
My love, my friend, my lover
Today we part, on this day June 3rd 15
My love, my sweet love -- my everything
On this day, I will take a long way home
On this day, I will look back and smile
To know it was not a dream
My love, my sweet love -- my true love
With this pen, I write this letter,
My bed now knits a different sweater,
Preparing my linens for darker weather
I want you to know, I'm writing this with a swollen heart
It was never you, it was I who grew apart
Patience kept you warm when I was cold
Every night, I cried, I tried to feed you my dreams
My hollow soul sat like a fool under a heavy cloud
Holding back, the need of proceeding who I was
My love -- please forgive me
I was inconsiderate of us
I would lay without opening the windows of trust
Your smiles I wiped away my faults
However you stayed, you watched,
You meant to kiss and stop the pouring rain
You kept strong, holding my hand,
When everything around my life persisted to perish
You soaked every time I stormed,
I regret when I refused to let you touch the women in me
My love -- it was never you
I was broken before our hearts met
Like a villain and a thief,
You took my diamonds in hopes of seeing them shine again
Your demons found a way into the shadows of my life
Trying to complete what you could not see
You could not feel, still, you believed in me
My dreams, you held me close, loving who I am
My love -- you are the sunrise the sunset
Your limbs kept me up when I would fall
I will miss the touch of light in every stare
Thank you for not looking my way, the day you left
I did not want you to see the mask I used to cover it all
Pretending, I was strong when I was weak
Knowing I had fallen in love with you
Forever yours,
Tender touch of love drops we love so much
Knots of grief and joy in our conjoined bliss
A dreadful blow in our loss of life crutch
Ruthlessly snatched away by a death’s kiss
Our time bleeds in gray and black restlessness
No words of comfort, no dewdrop can cure
The long gloom of our hollow soul on face
The child in the man feels so insecure
The hand I held till yesterday with joy
Now holds the sun moon fountain and our sky
With amber power that none can destroy
In wings of blue birds fond memories fly
Miles after miles we have walked hand in hand
Now in my lonely time the grains of sand
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24/02/2017: A poem of condolence to a friend upon the death of his wife
This is about a jihadi.....who consummated yet another terror attack. But this time he...fell for
a grenade thrown at him......by the armed forces......he is dying now.....and in those very last
moments.......he is reminiscing his life. And what he has been through.......what he has
achieved.....what a waste his life has been......with blood soaked hands.....and soul.......he
dies.......
I lie there dying, with the dewdrops falling on me;
It felt like salt being spread on my open wounds,
My eyes half open, just about to close,
But I will die for sure as this is what I chose-
I can see the smoke rising from the scorching grounds,
It’s wafting from the ashes of my torn heart;
As I recall my doings and it's time to get apart.
My hollow soul went as thin as a waif,
Whilst I continued to slay innocent lives;
Not once did I think of my imminent fate,
For every life I took, got stabbed with a thousand knives!
I see the shadowy faces of the countless I rendered dead;
Tears mixed with sweat and grit from my eyes I shed,
With my own pieces now strewn across the asphalt street-
No matter how much I try, I cannot sew them back,
Red is the hue of blood but Oh look mine is black!
There is a chill in the wind;
And a stench of death in the air,
The smell is nothing new to me,
I have smelled it before with flair
My breath is shallow as I hear the footsteps clear
Marching towards me shouting, “Catch him right there!”
Reveries of heaven were shown to me but alas it was all an illusion;
I continued committing the felonies in delusion-
The walls of hell are closing on to me now,
Parting is my tainted soul with a sad bow;
I take the last breath in, deep inside the lungs
And dove into my harrowing death with a plunge…
One moment, one breath, you fall to your knees as you realize, your life is a mess, living a lie, all your friends are gone, and left you all alone,
you feel that there’s no way up, not from here, You need someone to save you before you drown in your tears
You want to pray, but you're afraid,so you hide inside, convinced that you are too lost to find, but
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you open it, (would you rise for it)
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you hide inside, a broken mind, it can be me he’s looking for, So what would you do, in that moment,
If Jesus was at your door
You have nothing, nothing, nothing left just a hollow soul, you’ve gone to far now, you’ve let the devil take control
You start to pray, but it’s too late, He probably left me long ago, disappointed and shamed if he even heard my name, i am nothing anymore, but
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you open it, (would you rise for it)
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you hide inside, a broken mind, it can be me he’s looking for, So what would you do, in that moment,
If Jesus was at your door,> Is that Jesus at my door
Lightning strikes, as the rain pours down, I feel the thunder shake the house, But in that moment, as I lay there helpless on the floor, I fold my hands, shut my eyes and scream out to him, I can’t do this anymore
that ‘s him knocking on your door
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you open it, (would you rise for it)
What if Jesus was at your door
Would you hide inside, a broken mind, it can be me he’s looking for, So what would you do, in that moment,
If Jesus was at your door,> Is that Jesus at my door
That’s Jesus at your door, you’ve just got to let him in, He loves you now, like he loved you then, he is the son who died for all our sins, He will forgive you, you’ve just got to ask, so open up that door and wash away your past
Jesus is at your door, where he’s always been, he’s never left that is Jesus at your door,
Go open it it, let him in, that's what he’s waiting for,
Is for you to see, he never leaves, you’ve just got to let him in so open up that door
In depths of whispered lies, they ask,
“Are you okay?” I respond, “I’m fine”
But inside, I’m tangled in a knot
A turmoil of thoughts I can’t untwine
“I’m fine”, the words escaped my lips,
The greatest shield against my pain within
But beneath the surface,
Oh beneath the surface, I suffocate
In a sea of sorrow, I drown and spin
Beneath the surface, behind every “I’m fine”
I wish…
I wish I could find the courage
The courage to pick a knife up
I wish I could slit my throat
Oh I wish…
I wish I could drown in my own blood as it gushes from my throat
Maybe then I’d drown in something that’s not my own thoughts
“I’m fine”, I whispered, but it’s a lie
For each day I live, I feel dead inside
Behind these eyes, a storm rage
Behind every smile, a tempest roars,
“I’m fine”, I said, though I long to scream
A masked laughter to withdraw the pain
“I’m fine”, I whispered as I cut open my thigh
“I’m fine”, I whispered as I enjoyed watching my blood escape through my scars
In the silence of my hollow soul,
Echoes of anguish take their toll
“I’m fine”, I repeat like a broken record
Yet inside I feel so severed
With each "I'm fine," I lose a piece,
Until there's nothing left but grief.
Beneath the surface, I drown in sorrow,
Yet still, I say, "I'll make it to tomorrow."
But in the darkness, where shadows creep,
The truth emerges from its sleep.
"I'm not fine," I finally admit,
As I confront the demons that won't quit.
So here I stand, broken and bare,
Stripped of my disguise,
No longer hiding, no longer scared.
"I'm not fine," I confessed to the night,
For only in truth, can I find the light.
Cold winds come
bring
white ice, the moon drifts
over sleeping lands
High it rides a singular eye
watching all in the frost tonight
my feet are cold eternally numb
the snow is deep familiar thoughts come
of home
Of family
of friends
And Fireplaces
warm familiar faces
Of holidays
Of escapades
And memories
Of hollow graves
Of nightmares dark
Desolations plains
Alone
My thoughts come
The fire burns
warming my hollow soul
Eternal winds cuts deep my skin
Finds every hole in this old coat
Sleet blowing out behind me
finding every opening of my will
it chills my very core
Tracing icy fingers down my spine
looking into the depth of indigo night
in heaven stars burn
the quiet Death of my humanity
On the asphalt
the ice is black
Or its were crimson pools, infinity
Stretching out before me
where my mind quietly
keeps each gentle memories
Each burnt tragedy
each gently lingering
some shadows cold
Some lights are bold
But
images of you now
and then
Of golden times
of in Riding High
richer times
Deeper hues
almost forgotten
but not lost
to me
I linger here n there in indigo
I stand where my soul dares
its where I remain
I sit and reflect
into places where
my mind quietly keeps
gentle memories that linger
in my sleep
Or haunt my nightmares
as a cold wings come
and bring white ice
As the moon drifts higher over head
my eternal gaze
Rises high to meet a singular eye
sliver in tone
I watch it all in the frosted night
I feel numb as the snowy
shadows flair
Over a snowbound land
I dare
Emotionally numb.
Sitting here in the emptiness,
My mind in a void of emptiness,
As I try to make sense of it all,
But all I feel is a lonely fall.
My broken heart just thumps along,
As I try to find where I belong,
But the emptiness consumes me whole,
Leaving me with a hollow soul.
I try to pour out all my pain,
But my words seem to be in vain,
For in this emptiness there's no one around,
No caring, no feel, no sound.
My thoughts and emotions are in a blur,
As I search for a glimmer of hope to occur,
But all I find are empty echoes,
In this void of emptiness that seems to grow.
I want to break free, to feel alive,
But in this emptiness, I struggle to survive,
My numbness moves along,
As I try to find where I belong.
So I sit here in the emptiness,
Lost in my own thoughts of emptiness,
Hoping one day, this void will disappear,
And I'll emerge from the emptiness, clear.
Inspired by the feeling empty inside.
By starrynight
A Song !!!
Quiet Sorrow / Silent Tears
I awoke to cold, wet, gray skies,
remembered the pain- your eyes,
a story told – I heard – telling me
of your sad plight- your fight to be.
I closed my eyes to this early mornings rise.
A river of tears – into dream land – from my eyes,
carry my along, your words cry out, why ?
I wonder ?, then I know !, why you have to cry
and cry in silence ( from within ), stifled by fears
- your companion’s throughout all these years –
that have not stopped you, yet never let you be.
They have caged your spirit, will not set you free
from all that your mother and me,
in our infinite wisdom ?, could not see.
I left you to flounder in your mothers sea
of pain, anger, frustration, vindictive hate.
I left you with ghosts- from both of us – to your fate,
without a solid foundation, upon which, your creation
could rise, I left you no hand to hold – be your salvation –
as you grew up in a world, where nothing but starvation
of the soul, spirit, this little Girl, - where nothing could grow –
was the essence of your stifled little world – this is what did show
you a path – to rise above, free spirited, touch the sun, to know,
- there is life, for you, beyond our flaws and my hollow soul. -
that who and what you are
is but a great and shining star
that has – beyond us – gone far
to eradicate – from your soul – who we are,
and no matter what, we can no longer mar
your heart, your spirit, your soul, your star,
for you have risen above ?, to be the woman you are.
B. J. “A” 2
March 7th 2006
And so my Dear, leave the ghosts, us ghosts behind, for your mother and me to live with, and find the freedom that seems to elude you, take wing and do not be afraid to FLY !!!
Love
Dad