Monday, February 9, 2015

BONE FEVER



The marrow
In anguish, quest
An unknown search:
The flesh in contact;
As it allayes, fever
To the bones

ONE BARK TO WORSE



One bark, to worse
Hold I, a bite to my tongue
and, manoeuvre a spell
Apparition diguised

I yoke a gamble,
ruminating thoughtful cud
To the fake warrior
That shaped my downfall

To parts
I engage my force
Gathering broken pieces
Speading frenzy

To leech
I hung my blood;
Like as butter
That doesn't melt my mouth

FIRE FIGHTERS



O Lord!
I will not lie, aught
That withhold you away from me

Obsessed with timeless truth
I grow coldness of my breath
To pay thy wait

The lonely heart, that
Lust my howling heart
Ledge a corner of empty space

As the day descends
Night's slight frame
One of fancy rip my darkest dream

How will I acknowledge your enterprise
That blind me
Stalling every of my beat

Denizens of fire-fighters
Throng thy gate
Believing you to be true

ME FROM YOU



Who comes there
Silent of steps
Touching me through

One more form
Etched deep
The mark of your loving pace

All blue
That reflects inside
Are they not me from you

Who comes there
Inebriated of love
Touching my heart

One more of me
Pulsate a beat
To ear my heart to you

All void
That make-do my rudiments
Are they not beating for you

DEATHLESS: Not of Ozymandias



What fate
History perceived
Beside the desert sand;
A bare statue
Frozen in time
Still stands erect
To read past passion spent,
Locking lip to lip
The past and the present alive

Not of Ozymandias
I arrange
Those colossal wreck
Or,
Delay
The ravages of time
To survive the memory links

I perceive
Those eternal command
Sneering the frozen clock
That,
Which is,
Eternal in me
Is not set in stones

There,
History perceived
My unattached whole
Boundless and bare
Stretching far beyond the future
Ageless as ever
Locking lip to lip, deathless!

HEAVING HEART



What bar me often,
To pick my thoughts
Are,
My lesser strength

And,
What must I prove you
I know; yet unknowing
I take difficult years
To accept my capability

Singly I perfect myself
In stormy nights
Yet your cloudy frown
Keeps me away
From your heaving heart

Saturday, January 24, 2015

TRACE



If I will be forbidden
To measure your loving past
Think not my distance
That gained me tears and pain

I will prefer
To abide by your fragrance
Warping space and time, and
Take you beyond, entwined

Those turns
Where galaxies swirl
There, will I knock
The traces of your whereabout