NEVERMORE

an ode to the lesser joys

2011-12-05T20:06:00.000-08:00

To that cheerful mutt who never fails to retrieve promptly
And yet it grips still, and oh so firmly, when asked to let go

To that gloriously relieving sneeze that comes finally after
Countless feverish breaths are held only for fizzled attempts

To scurry to the nearest shelter and watch, while the sky pours away
Or to perhaps not, and brave the many drops for a moment or more

When you take a step into that pristine bit of the woods
Where you turn around and look to find, more of the woods again

When that very last word of a lengthy good book has been read
And while you have ended with relief, you quickly wish for another

Waiting and more waiting, and less waiting when you know its almost there
And the loud ringing saves you, when the final bell has been struck in time

And the sight of misty mountains which not for once, ceases to bewilder
To the many hued sky dwindling, for the twinkling night will soon follow

twice gloomy

2011-06-25T14:54:00.000-07:00

The day has suffered an early death
With the gray clouds growing forth
The sky is now rid with a displeasing hue
Of withering and livid ash

Trees make do breathing a stifling whiff
Of what was once perhaps a teeming breeze
The branches and the leaves seem to sway gently
To the whir of the chirping crickets

And no shadows cast in this light-less dusk
And pleasures no longer pleasurable
This morbid day casts its woe filled spell
Much like the reaper would claim a soul

And that is how it ends, listless and still
Waning in slow pace with nothingness, aplenty

Charlotte

2011-03-10T04:53:00.000-08:00

Hungry for love, she wanders lonely dim-lit streets

Her thin lips stained scarlet shimmer gently between streaks

Of warm yellow and neon blue

The weary eyes speak for what she won’t voice

Her tired and desperate mind screams in that putrid pain

And every night, for every man who has enough

Get their fill of their wildest dreams, her nightmares

And for every night she goes without, she suffers

For the many more that she has to replace

But who now would deny, this amorous goddess

This woman who walks freely, or does she?

For her voluptuous self is admired far less

Than her fearful mind, and her desperate plea

a year's end

2010-10-25T05:22:00.000-07:00

The last leaf falls, hovering and dropping gently
That willow tree devoid now, bare and weak
Here where the wind blows, and rest it does not
Here where the sun, shunned by the morbid sky
Hung in vile, vicious grey, in this darkness caught

A bloodthirsty wolf wanders in withering woods
Slips into that scrub forest found dead at every sight
With no single instance of any viable prey, it broods
And lo, death instead haunts him, day and night

Quick approacheth this villainous winter, fast
On shedding the trees and freezing the lakes
The many shades of fall are bleached
With the steady fall of snowflakes

a moaning song

2010-08-04T18:52:00.000-07:00

She sings , a creaking and moaning song
It resounds clearly in sunless tunnels
A slow but soothing, a lasting groan
Which peaks around the sharpest turns

This prodigious serpent of steel
Glistening in the morning light
This wondrous creature of man , moves
From impossible depths to towering heights

Through green fields , over vast bridges
Mist ridden hills and hazy cities
Over that red-orange horizon she skips
Down that winding path , she wanes

restless

2010-02-02T06:58:00.000-08:00

Put not this weakened soul to rest
Its fears have feverishly unfolded
The speculation of vindictive specters
And the enduring embrace of darkness
Rise to impossible depths

Certainly the suffering is more and will be
When in it finds monsters in mere mortals
When desperation is in the usual routine

Purge this mind in the fountains of folly

Let the lunacy return ,let it fill to full

There is a tranquility in the madness

A sacred severance from all

That they call and proclaim as sense

alone

2009-11-30T18:50:00.000-08:00

Faint whispers, a wisp away from silence
He stood there alone, astray
The sounds began to veer down

And then, with pounding heart and heavy breaths
Was heard, and the world around him wakened
Heinous hunger drove those minions of menace
Those that bore no semblance of the living
But lamentations of the wicked and the undead

He quickly reached for the hilt, trembling
Wary, afraid and in this dire loneliness, suffering
Thousands swarmed like luminous clouds of fireflies
And screeching, growling, uttering the unheard

Though the darkness grew, the moon offered
Faint shafts of light dispersing through the canopy
Then the blade of the sword glistened blue
Unsheathed now, it aroused the demons
One after one they came, and he anew
Fought off his fears and the fiends

Faint whispers, a wisp away from silence
He stood there alone, astray
The sounds began to veer down

of his brethren

2009-09-22T12:55:00.001-07:00

Silently, slipped he into sheer shadow

Whilst the darkness bathed him, he saw afar

Scarlet stains shimmering in neon

Green and malignant blue flickering on

Pink flesh splattered against the brick

May this sick soul rest in peace, he said

Let the dead pass, let the dead rest

Slid his sword in scabbard safe, safe

From breathing lungs and pounding hearts

Alive, In the echoes of chirping crickets

Slithering sewer rats, the night was still alive

More?Enough?

Who judgeth?Who will judge the judges?

Will dusk hide him still

Or will the dawn for once reveal?

This sordid image ,this wicked mind

Visceral villainy Oh! so kind

Of him to rid one too many of men

One too many of his brethren

manslayer?

2008-12-22T18:18:00.000-08:00

As I pierce the needle through my skin
The drug being only a comfort to my pain
Silence is sensed amid dire screams
A penance slips through the gravest of sins

“What face belongs to darkness that veils
Horrid vices, perjury and more malice
Is it really death’s visage, an image?
Riddled with the innocence of man”

A red cloak of blood descends
From your soft and scrawny neck as i sever
Through skin and tender flesh
I feel naught for your untimely death
But to let you live for just one more breath

My pleasure , their sorrow,my sin
I am death in duty, I am an assassin

demons

2008-08-25T10:13:00.001-07:00

An abyss is what it is
An ensnaring well of malice

Ordained in blood and ash
Falling endlessly ere no crash

Woven with darkness and grimace
No torch would kindle this place

Hope is but a word here
Melted by the flames of fear

Life and death would never remain
Souls wander wildly insane

Once the anomaly is complete
You will kneel a demon at the devil's feet

The call

2008-08-25T10:11:00.000-07:00

I hear the bird's cryptic crow
Indeed death it should bestow
And smother the madness of my breath

I hear the bird's carking crow
And see light kindled in foe or other
Put out by our fateful brother

I hear the bird's caring crow
At the end of a gunshot
That would drown my woe

I hear the bird's crow
And so do all in time
But we don't listen
To it's doomed rhyme

Super,no more

2008-08-25T10:09:00.001-07:00

I'm a knight with no king
Just a superhuman being

For all the world may
Lay their hope on me
To save yet another day
And to set them free

I'm an angel,not of heaven
Just a snowy plumed raven

Kneel and say your prayer
I'm her to slay your slayer
Put an end to any war
And keep the foes afar

I alone deserve the glory
With it's fellow,misery

I'm after all another man
But I desire to give
Also live all that I can

So spare me henceforth
For now I long for death
I belonged to the yore
Super,no more

The Horror,The Horror

2008-08-25T10:01:00.000-07:00

The day was spent and gone, and the night
Had come, bent and worn into a dying dream
Dark was the way of that wicked wight
Who sprinkled dust to deafen my scream
Vicious vampires, ghoulish ghosts
Skimpy skeletons, whimpering whispers
Are the usual and unforgettable hosts
Of my mind’s misery deeply immersed
In a scary house alive with black magic
With weary wits I’ve sought to end
This haunted realm with a rather tragic
Wistful, tormenting and arduous ascend
Of strenuous kind, straining, stretching my arm
To grab a heinous hold and switch off my alarm

Awake?

2008-04-11T09:44:00.000-07:00

Silence awoke me then, the absence
Of sounds rose to a null crescendo
A deep note of nothingness
Prevailed over chaos that would follow

Though the sun crest high at noon
Generously gave off its shafts of light
Yet the day seemed to be lit by a golden moon
For of warmth, I was gravely deprived

Heaps of withered leaves fluttered and flew,
The breath of the dying breeze passed by
And my sickened skin numb without a clue
Could not in least wherefore my apathy

All my thoughts spent, all memories fade
Insanity wielded my presence since
Darkness guides every path I tread
Leading me on past my past sins

There was but one true path, it took me
At its very end a black crowd stood
Gathered same as a murder of crows
Shaped a circle and then I understood

Why the sky wont’shine before my eyes
And the why the fleeting wind wont soothe
Thundering clouds tear apart, they cry
They shed at last when I realize the truth
Of my death

Blue moon night

2008-03-15T21:54:00.000-07:00

The red sun recedes, an owl voices it’s call
A rare luminary impels the clouds to fall
A sprightly chill gluts the warm air
The moon alludes from its hazy snare
A gleaming beacon in an endless void
It always does its best to avoid,
The hybrid mixture of twilight
By dissenting from complete sight
Glistening and glowing with silvery white
Dispelling dark shadows of the night
As the sky's blackness spreads
Moon rays seep like silken threads
Gleaming the earth's sable surface
Blissfully descending like heavenly grace
Slowly a gilded dawn shall near
The cosmic pearl will disappear
Behind the scorching yellow sun
Outshined, sadly it melts being sullen
Even so, the moon has besought us all
To bask in its light and evade fear from night fall

Enlightened soldier

2008-03-15T21:34:00.000-07:00

Fumes of war spread through out,
Camouflaged within was a soldier’s silhouette
Silently he strode out from the smog
For every step he had to slog
Tired and distraught he drew his weapon down
And gazed the battlefield with a frown
All he thought of, was that he had fought for honor
But his thoughts ceased when he heard another
It was his foe, helpless who sought his care
At that sad moment he decided to spare
Not only his rival’s life from perishing
But also himself from killing and sinning.

Evening Rush

2006-10-20T07:04:00.000-07:00

At the last stroke of the evening bell
More sinless men than sere leaves fell

Smoke went up the air, while souls
Of those dead warped to vile ghouls
In one decaying instant the great blue sky
Made devoid of its cosmic repose and joy

Echoes of distant gunshots heard
In a clamor of prayer and pleas, restless
In a conflict of the dying and deceased

Neither a moment nor a minute to be
When the thunder of cavalry
Would drown cries and roars whole
Of fierce men, of their tears that console

Far from the growing green fields here
Distant to the glow of dawn’s new sun
Mazed within shadows of fury and fear

Poised gunmen at an onrush of deathly desire
Voiceless, the wind cries with roaring fire
One by one, bullets, shrapnel shot ahead
One by one, swiftly unfought, several fell dead

All in a boiling winter, a heated battle
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter rain blooded rain
Seasons and reasons both at once turn insane

Beyond the edge of darkness, a hope for
Light remains, whether it is victory or loss
The grass is always much less red
On the other side it was said

Demon Of Might

2006-08-29T09:54:00.000-07:00

Deep within the dwarven dwelling
The search for grey glitter unending
They delved in too far, to awaken
A demon, from the light forsaken

This dark creature took flight
With wings of shadow and firelight

A faithful servant of wrath
Chaos endures in its very path
Alone stood the wise wizard, grey
Only to fall like a pliable prey

While the demon worked a vicious whiplash
Vainly fought the wizard before his crash
Flame and wisdom both fell
Descending far through a stygian well

Virtuous Visage

2006-08-29T09:45:00.000-07:00

What face belongs to darkness that veils
Horrid vices, perjury and more malice

Is it really death’s visage, an image
Riddled with the innocence of man

How soulfully this task is done
In the blistering rage of the sun
Or the waning moon’s night

Which of the divine angles guide?
This pilgrim through sin after sin
Even to endure the greater of seven
Which is pride

Blood less red and more dread
In the hallways of his crime
To what stairway is this man led?
At a time past his time

Does this face still lie hidden?
Within bereft souls angst ridden
The face of a less familiar felon
But of a man no less ordinary
Perhaps more woeful than those
At his grasp whom death chose not