A Walk in Verse

Sunday, October 26

The Last King

Movement:
    Like the drifting withered leaf,
    Crumpled and dry as it sweeps
    Down the tree’s limb in agony.

Scorched:
    Like a ship sinking into the never ending sea:
    A tomb sunken twenty leagues deep.
    Silent, not a whisper seen.
    Her corpses: rotted flesh is her ecstasy.

Falling:
    Like the leaf of the tree,
    Without a sound, no one can see
    The light escapes between the scene.
    Only anguish for this last reigning king.

The Last Two Weeks

Tired
And beat,
Frustrated
Beyond belief.
Driven to madness,
Filled with anxiety –
Torrential downpour on me.
Nothing except insanity
With the last twenty five days I breathed.
I can now see the future before me.

Saturday, October 25

Rumi: The Voice of Love

Every moment the voice of Love
is coming from left and right.
We are bound for heaven:
Who has a mind to sight seing?

We have been in heaven,
we have been friends
of the angels;
Thither, Sire, let us return,
for that is our country.

I was on that day
when the Names were not,
Nor any sign of existence
endowed with name,

By me Names and Named
were brought to view
On the day
when there was not
"I and We",
For the sign,
the tip of the beloved's curl
became a centre of revelation;

As yet the tip of that curl was not.
Cross and Christians,
from end to end,
I surveyed;
He was not on the Cross,
I went to idol temple,
to the ancient pagoda;
No trace was visible there.

I went to the mountains of
Herat and Candahar;
I looked;
He was not in
that hill-and-dale.

I gaze into my own heart;
There I saw Him;
He was nowhere else.

Tuesday, October 21

This World

Standing at the gates of hell:
No hope,
No peace,
No serenity.
Emptiness consumes
As the world decays around me.

I sit and stare into the sphere of darkness;
No God,
No light –
Only death singing throughout my mind,
Spinning into a sea of torment,
Capsizing any kindness within my sight.

Darkness surrounds my every step:
The day, no longer seen.
   The sun no longer felt upon my face.
   Only rains of torment
   Cover the path in which I take.

I am held against my will,
Controlled by the forces surrounding me;
They destroy with every breath I take.
I am no longer allowed to be free.

I have become nothing
As my world shatters beneath my feet.
I fall into the darkness of calamity
Surrounded by a million pieces of emptiness.

A world of godlessness
Embeds into my face;
It rips the flesh from me;
It takes my breath replacing it with chaos
– Pain becomes my opening to the world of the insane.

Murder

Murder,
Charming deceit:
Taking without conscience.
Chaos, heartbreak, calamity:
Lawless.

Why I Write

To reflect on the days that slipped on by,
To grasp the reality of my travel through time.
To understand the meaning of what is called life,
To comprehend all of my daily lived strife.

To leave behind the things that I have seen,
To learn what my reality might bring
As I leave a trail of thoughts and dreams;
I list all of my unimaginable realities.

So that “they” can understand the trials I faced,
Like the sun beating down on the desert's barren landscape.
I write for future generations to learn
From the mistakes us men have churned.

So I write.

Monday, October 20

The Clock

The clock ticks,
the hour has struck;
I just realized
that my life is stuck.

Nowhere to run,
and nowhere to hide
- I'm sunk!
The clock just struck.

One, two, three and four
it continues on
in death defying horror,
more mundane than the hour before.

Five, six, seven and eight
I plead, let me escape
this vacancy of time
that just drifts on by.

Nine, ten, eleven and twelve,
I meditate to release the pain
of time passing by with no escape.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, goes the Clock.

Deceivers

Liars,
No honesty.
At all cost they deceive –
Inflicting pain without conscience,
Charmers.

Tuesday, October 7

Cutting

Open slit
Down through the wrist
I watch the liquid fly.

Red as flames,
Burning twist,
The wood will finally die.

Charcoal grey,
Black as night,
My skin shall finally fail.

I'm dead,
Yet I remain;
Another slit, and I'm alive.

Sunday, October 5

Alone

Murderous rage traverses my veins
As darkness encompass my gait.

Revenge shines through the dim room light,
Interwoven with deadly delight.

A shattered life is my gift shinning bright
As I scream out into the deafness of night - alone.

Sunday, September 8

The Wolf

Justice dies
As the preachers lie
Calmly manipulating their sheep.

With revenge in their teeth
And greed at their feet,
Onward to hell they teach.

Words of insanity
With nothing but calamity,
Into the pits of hell they breach.

Repent and belief
Is not in their speech,
Only deception and lies they preach.

Therefore dear wolf
Repent of your curse,
And plead to Hashem for mercy.

Saturday, August 7

Babylon Still Speaks

Deception fills this glass shattered life,
Shackles of torment – your only guiding light;
She constricts, she kills, your every waken step,
I weep – blood streams down from my open broken neck.

My blood flows like the serpents sting
Waiting to strike this ten horned king
With flaming darts from my soul; I shall speak.
I’ll cast aside this twisted, vile beast.

A beast whose goal is total insanity
With her modern-day speech of peace and calamity;
Blinding her sheep while they sing to the beast:
   I sigh in turmoil
      – Revenge is all I seek!

I stare and gaze at her lust filled greed
As she encompasses the armies where my fathers’ did grieve.
She sheds their blood from her oil drenched hands;
She desecrates – where the abomination now stands.

Frozen in ice as my gaze still might be
I watch in horror as she conquers the seven seas;
   Smiting the necks of all who disbelieve
   She worships her sadistic fantasies
   As the clay filled beast
      Preaches,
         Peace – Peace!

Yet blood flows from this satanic whores reach,
A third of the earth drenched in her false sense of peace;
Ripped and torn the bodies still lie,
   Shallow graves
      – The martyrs die.

Can you see the lies she speaks
As she preaches deception and her false sense of peace?
She tells all to follow her blood-drenched king
To make the choice:
   Death or the beast.
   Babylon still speaks
   – the Satanic vile beast.

Wednesday, June 30

The Beast

My heart fails me,
My soul deceives me
As my feet grow weary
From the beast around me.

Lies exchanged for truth,
Immoral depraved youth;
   Corrupt filled minds,
   Lust filled eyes -
      Rivers of wretchedness
      Running through their lives.

An era where lawlessness thrives?
Yes, an era where the soul does die.

Why?

All roads lead to paradise
The preacher declares to the unwise.

Sexual depravity,
Diseased stricken humanity,
Immoral majesty,
All in the name of self amnesty!

Why?

The evil one speaks
With his propaganda speech:
Slaughtering his sheep
With his earth filled deeds
Of one world religion, love and peace!

A new generation,
A new born sheep,
Sleeping in the bosom
With the whores leash.

None will understand,
None will escape her hand:
They all reside in her wretched land,
For death is all they comprehend.

Babylon the adulterer,
Run far away from her:
Run from her religious steeples,
Come out of her – my people!

Friday, January 29

What Evil Brings

A demon thrives from the ancient of times,
Lighting his way to the present.

Mesmerizing all who are brought to dwell
Upon his twisted barbaric perceptions.

Looking towards the east, this evil one seeks
A creed of his venomous deeds;
Systematically rising are his teachings of hell,
   Like the sun upon the open sea.

He requires the death of all who fail
In the compulsion of what he preaches;
Many misled from his heretical spell
As he deceives in the name of his king.

And if you refuse his spoon fed news
Your death with certainly follow;
A slit to your throat
With blunt knife strokes;
   Into your grave
   As a martyr.

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