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And Still I Cried

They told me that it was going to be alright,
My daughter what a pride,
Smiling, happy to have joined,
The symphony of military life.
Back then it was alright,
Till they brought her in a coffin,
A body gored without eyes,
A badge of honor,
Compensation,
And the Kenyan flag.

I fodled her shaven head,
Hugged her legless body,
Then I realised I was 60,
And still I cried.

"She's gone to Paradise,
to be with God and the Angels in the sky,
To sing in white and fly like a kite."
None of that could stop the pain of death,
From roaming,
Staring into my eyes telling me that I was weak,
As the priest poured the dust Atop her coffin,
"Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,we all return,"
The heat, the pain, pins and needles,
The sweat, the blood, the coffin going down,
I was beaten at last.

I covered my eyes, the tears coming in torrents,
Sobbing because she had gone so fast,
lips shaking, teeth rattling, mucus dripping,
The world turned blurry and all went black,
I opened my eyes my friends by my side,
I realised,
That all this while I'd been acting tough,
And still I cry.

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Till the Wind Blows Down a Thousand Willows

The judge sent me to spend ten years in jail,
After a sweet talking lawyer saved my tail,
The wind which blows the soul of men from grave to grave,
Told me of your messages and reminded me of the pleasure we had those days,
They called me nuts and said that they were all in my head,
Especially the psychologist whose wife cried of loneliness every night in bed.

I am a tall mean looking woman these days,
With little hair and a haggard face,
I'm thinner than when we met,
Broken by life, broken by death.

They released me from jail today,
And I thought it worthy to come to your grave today,
So here I am Sweet Elizabeth,
This pen in my hand, 
This knife at bay,
Hoping to join the band of holy and unholy men,
That will be taken by death today.

I hope to see you today,
Maybe in heaven or maybe in hell,
That's why I kneel besides your grave,
That's why I've made this choice so brave.
There are a thousand ways to write a poem,
A million ways to kill a man,
A billion ways to show that you are waiting,
A trillion ways to tell that a good soul is dead,
But on that day you left,
I stood there a soul bereft,
Waiting, yet knowing that you're dead.
I loved you more than Shakespeare loved the theatre,
More than Tesla loved to tinker,
More than Einstein loved his head,
More than America hated the Nazis,
Till they said that I was mad,
Till I killed the driver who took you to hell,
Till they took me to jail,
Till heaven came and went.

But love is never enough they say,
Not enough to feed or clothe your radiant beauty like summer's day,
Never enough to stop the claws of death,
Never enough to heal the madness of a tortured soul,
Never enough to stop this pain.
I'll be lying beside your grave,
As you lay on my hands that day,
The sands will soak my blood,
As my clothes soaked yours,
You'll see me in pain,
As I saw yours that fateful day,
You will hear my mourning,
You will feel the writhing of my body atop your grave,
You will hear my soul going with the wind,
You will hear the willows blowing in the wind,
And not even your tears which I hear in my head every day will convince me to stay,
Till the wind blows down a thousand willows,
For if the wind blows a thousand willows,
Then I'll be dead,
I'll be holding you in the darkness,
Kissing your every being...My sweet Elizabeth.

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The Sound of Death

Listen to the wind and the birds that sing,
The ice that creeks and the sound of freaks,
Listen for you'll hear them no more,
All that will be left of what was and is to be,
Is darkness.

I near my grave and my demon speaks to me,
It reminds me of who I am and what I wanted to be,
I don't fear death but why is it taking me?
Can you listen?

Listen as heaven shouts and death speaks,
As demons cry and angels weep,
As the ground cracks and death speaks,
But before it reads your final decree,
See the cloudy sky and imagine the deep abyss,
For where you go,
Who knows if there is peace?

Can you feel the blood ripple through your skin,
Can you see the weeping of your kith and kin,
I bet they'll eat after they weep,
Then all of a sudden, your memory fades,
You enter the darkest of the deep,
The well from which no soul returns, no atom speaks,
Its going to be a long day, longer than a thousand seas.

The mass ends and the coffin is lowered,
Somewhere you know you exist and that you've ceased to exist,
The magic flows through your hand and every limb,
You're born anew in this world unknown,
Whether chaotic or not is a question to answer you'll seek.

But for now, listen,
Listen to the sound of the wind and the papers as they crease,
Listen to whatever you can and see whatever you can see,
Feel whatever you can feel and cry if it seems,
There is no time to regret your every actions,
After all How many atoms have lived?

I'll be somewhere there waiting for you,
In the darkest of rooms you shall see me,
I am what makes your every being,
I am you and you are me,
There is no time to talk, we'll talk when we meet,
I am the oneness that transcends every being,
I am the truth not a hopeless myth,
For light and love are temporary,
Hope and darkness eternal.

We shall meet, we shall speak,
But for now, breathe,
For this is the last time you shall breathe!

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The Nature of Man

By day we blossom, by night we wither,
In life we explore, in death we restore,
In peace we love, in war we express our love,
Nature we destroy, its paintings we behold,
Of such is the nature of man,
Of such is the nature appointed to man by nature.

The life of a man is a bed of roses,
It has beautiful petals and many thorns,
Many at times we see the few petals more,
Than the thorns which our flesh is gored,
But if the life of man is a bed of roses,
What makes you think that death is the floor?

To ponder is to man,
To express is to nature,
But at the end of the day, 
Very few do both,
And when death starts to knock,
fear grips them whole,
Of such is the nature of man,
Of such is the nature appointed to man by nature.

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All That Is

All that there is and all that will be,
Will always be no matter what ceases to be,
Day and night its all I see,
The owl, staring...
I stare back it stares at me,
Its all that there is, all that will be.

Nearer I draw,
Closer to my God than thee,
But weary the journey is,
Especially when the owl stares at me.

I've learnt to live,
A life with the staring, the haunting, the darkness within,
The pain, the rush, the adrenaline,
The fear, root beer, lonely as it seems,
And it keeps staring,
Staring at me.

I don't know what it wants,
Never known what it needs,
But once it said to me,
In the calmest darkest part of my sleep,
" Life and love are temporary,
Hope and darkness eternal"
And while I didn't know what it meant,
The feeling peered from the forest, the yonder, the unseen,
And I knew that all there is,
Will always be no matter what ceases to be.

Isn't that what life is?
A fantasy based on dreams,
Men laugh at dreams and those who dream succeed?
Those who succeed make others live in a dream and dreamy it all is,
Then one by one we all fall down in fear and defeat,
Not knowing where we are going and the universe that all is?
Till all passes and all that there is remains to be as we cease to be?
Isn't that why this owl keeps staring at me?
Isn't that all that will be?

Am still staring at this owl, 
Not knowing what it is or the colour that it chose to be,
But knowing that it's an owl no matter what it is,
And it's all that will be no matter what ceases to be,
Do you know what I mean?

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Utopia Is But a Dream

'O hail the gods of men whom vanity and oblivion forever seeks but never finds,
Such purity, beauty and complexity,
Immortality is but a minor gift.'

He's a boy, a boy like me,
And he still cries, cries till he falls asleep,
You won't see the tears cause his heart is broken inside,
He lost what he thought he had,
Gained what he thought he couldn't,
So he still cries, cries till he falls asleep.

For years he's been searching,
The plains have bore nothing,
Futility is his reward,
And though he knows this,
He still dreams.

"Oh what a soothing feeling it is,
To fall asleep,
To cast ones burdens at the gates of reality,
To fall in a hole where reality can never reach,"
He says in his sleep,
Then reality comes knocking,
Not with a gentle tap but with tanks and war machines,
The walls keep fading,
His heart keeps beating,
His dream starts breaking,
And nightmares start taking,
The thoughts and memories he keeps hidden,
Are finally open for everyone to see,
Then he wakes up, no one by his side,
Lonely, desperate for a kiss,
He realizes it was a mare, a dream, a beast,
And as the morning sun shines through the window,
He realizes,
That reality is worser than his dream,
So he lurks in the shadows by day,
Where all powerful wizards grant his every wish,
And finally he is at peace, holding the moment for as long as he can,
Breathing and feeling, Seeing and living, as he pleased,
For soon reality's brutal soldiers will be at his door,
So like a child with a new toy,
He holds onto his dream,
For even he knows,
Utopia is but a dream.

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Tomorrow

Whether tomorrow I’ll run bonkers,
Whether tomorrow I’ll die,
Whether tomorrow my worst fears will come alive,
Is a question only tomorrow can answer.

Whether tomorrow I’ll lose someone I love,
Whether tomorrow fear constricts my heart,
Whether tomorrow I’ll lose my  sense of art,
Is a question only tomorrow can answer.

Whether tomorrow I’ll see no noon,
Whether tomorrow I’ll hear no birds,
Whether tomorrow I’ll feel no sun,
Is a question only tomorrow can answer.

Tomorrow feels like an eternity,
And deep inside my heart,
A lonely question stirs,
When will tomorrow ever come if not tomorrow?
And what will happen when tomorrow comes?

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This Feeling In Me

What is this feeling in me?
Why is it that I feel like I can't breathe?
Why is the sun yellow and the grass so green?
Is it love or is it me?

Somewhere near the deepest of deeps,
A lonely image, a ghost of all ages rises,
And in my head a feeling transcends,
The thin dry air is beautifully thick,
I close my eyes and in the darkness, the images stick,
One by one they flow like stars upon another,
And a universe at its peak,
Is born from the tiny fragments of my imagination.

I start to write and I'm at ease,
My body is still but my heart, harder it beats,
Battlefields, ghosts, wizards, rise from the darkness within,
And I am left a slave to this feeling in me.

Where there is peace and joy I cry,
Where there is darkness I see light,
At the end of the day I'm left alone with no one to understand,
But somewhere in me, 
I know that even if I don't feel it,
I still have this feeling in me.

Its my one and only friend,
My torturing master,
It drains my every being and renews my deepest spirit,
Night upon night I've pondered upon this feeling,
Is it an angel or a demon?
What is this feeling in me?

One thing is for sure,
Rip me limb from limb,
Break my every bone,
Poke my eyeballs deep,
But never take this feeling from me.

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And the Whole World Stood Still For Me

And the whole world stood still for me,
When I realized that her love for me was never to be,
An outcast I was and an outcast I would be,
When love made people follow flowers like bees.

Matters of the heart are a dangerous affair,
They tear the heart more painfully than a bear,
At one time you’re high as if you just smoked the herb,
The next time you’re drinking yourself to near death in a local pub.

I’ve learnt to love my lady owl,
And all she needs is a rat’s meat in a bowl,
I’d rather give that admiring lady an angry scowl,
Than take a lady to watch me play a game of bowl.

Matters of the heart aren’t such a glorious affair,
Ask me, I was left with fear and a blank stare,
She left me because of the feared disease,
And an outcast I was but at least her heart was at ease.

And the whole world stood still for me,
When I realized that her love for me was never meant to be,
Matters of the heart have caused me much pain,
I don’t think I’ll ever learn to love again.

An outcast I was and an outcast I would be,
In this game of love that made people follow flowers like bees,
That’s why I stay with my lady owl,
And anyone who touch’s her gets an angry scowl.

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How I Wish

Great my wish,
This moment to hold,
To freeze the birds that leap,
To the stars so bold,
To watch colors fade,
And eternity to hold,
Everywhere like the wind,
To worlds unknown,
And back to our own,
Staring at the world beyond,
To infinity and beyond,
Just you & I,
You whom I know,
Your hand to never let go,
Till every atom falls,
Just you & I,
You whom I know