She pleads.

running my hand down her face
i attempt to peel away the desolation
i attempt to free the acrimonium
i attempt to solve the pandemonium

She pleads. you only attempt.

i watch her waste away
her lashes fall into the ashes
the devil is offered carte blanche
sifting through the evanescence of time

death. death. death.
like a prayer she utters under her breath
the angel covenant cries heresy
god denies her acquiescence

the caustic metal corrodes her skin
it cuts her veins mercilessly
severing the message intended
the slits gushing life continously

her tryst with the prayer is over
her beloved desire has been ensconced
lucifier attains the damaged soul
He watches on, unable to reply to the prayer

i am pleading while she is bleeding.

He is still unable, while she, i still cradle.

Touch.

she lays there not flinching
gazing into the white above
seeing through the boundaries
blue eyes brightening with every star shine

i look upon thy subtle movements
every inch to a whole
in every inch some space to mould
your fingers beckoning my sense of touch

slow breaths to taste my smell
her hair flowing down amidst crystal water
invoking envy, sides of the luscious silk
privileged to savour her material skin

i frown at your simple innocence
is the world only found within this?
does the world only revolve in this?
does eternity call for me so quickly?

she looks up and rests her eyes upon me
she studies me intently, and exhales her apprehension
from her embracing realm she brings to light
petals of white and petals of colour

i admit to its glowing resonance
i submit to her graceful acceptance of me.

the piano plays a beautiful sound
but be deceived not,
beautiful, is she, whose touch is gentle

Rays.

the heavens opening with benevolence is seen with much epiphany after the wintry interlude. fear is set ablaze by the seemingly endless amount of energy in the rays. the clouds part leisurely as if to minutely depict the calm you would gladly accept with open arms. revolving is the earth but blessed by the rays of birth it is bathed in. shining on us it will remain our only hope of repent. atone for your sins exile. thy imprudence would prove to be your downfall. gain knowledge of the proper meaning and then step forward. gaze up into the portal to your new realm. it wouldn't matter if you went blind for a split second. hold you hands towards it and welcome the aura replenishing moment with grace. for that momentary pause in the time line, everything is blurred out of vision and the reflex is to focus. then you will see what you've needed to see. the entirety of your life has been summarized for you in a spot. it becomes clear now the presence of whom in your lives is worthy of your energy. the pertinence of life itself is still unclear. worry not, if He had intended us to know this, we would know this by now. wishing for golden streets and praying for the blind man to see is never worthwhile. if the streets were gold, where would the colour be? if being blind was really an obstacle for the blind man, then how come he can see better than you? he doesn't see what he doesn't. he sees what he has to. if only all of us have the ability to harness and take charge of the limitless untapped power and dynamism we have in our inner sanctum. forget what and when of life but how. souls were always lost when they forayed into the realms. they couldn't find the answer. the answer lies in you. as for the people that were lost in battle, they aren't here anymore. they have been summoned for to a better place to serve the rest of their purpose. concentrate on your purpose because they have forgotten you. they have. the reign of the king is never ending. His power lies in your power. His authority is your authority. He commands you accordingly. the only King whose command to you is your freedom. He is like the rays of the sun. everywhere.

Choice of path.

stroll along the gravel
gusts of wind remind you
epiphany is your feeling of love
smiling and blushing

look out the window
useful only for what it can do
a medium for the experiences
for its the only way to see the world

gaze at the length of the line
ponder a moment for it leads you
for you it has always been an unknown
risk it, abandon the apprehension

not blindly, not foolishly
seek the light and the truth
foresee craters in the road
forsake the hearsay of the faceless

for you see, i am at the end
waiting at the extremity of the distance
still watching the amaranth rose
its petals ravaged by the raindrops and the cold


it rests upon icy fingers
held out in reach of you. only.
place your hand gently, on its stalk
encompassed in icy shards of time

no.

still.

there is still warmth.

solely within the rose.

Alone.

personal
daily life plagued by them
makeshift love and hate to play
struggles are worth the struggle

if time permits,we shall talk again
as the times when i'm alive
grow nearer to the day in which death is imminent

always alone in thy world
solitude is the creators wish
it is my gift of second nature
envy me, i am blessed with bliss

why should you be afraid?
for all of you is not alone
why should you think of yourself?
for all of me is alone

bask in thy austerity
conjure your own aegis
may i be your avatar
my desire is to be the one,

to perish, before you.

fear not dear maiden
lay all the world on my shoulders
worry not if you hear my bones crack
i will not fold just yet

i have much to tell you
alas the language i possess
as much as you can fathom
i remain bounded by my knowledge

hide yourself away
curl up into my chest
feel the sensations forming
tell me that i won't feel anything

to you, i have been waiting
to the mirror, who are you?