A Dying Flame...
Remnants of fire, a dying flame, struggling to keep alight a precarious truth being pushed into a hurricane of lies, a whirlpool of treachery, awaiting a weathered storm, a humbled thunder to bring forth the rekindled LIGHT.... A light to lighten the heartsDarkness, the light thwartsDark as the silence of hisHim, that shame departsDevoid of emotions and feelingsConvenience is the name in all dealingsKick the luck and dodge the fateThen sneer and curse for your damn failings
A light to stab the darkness in the eye, a light to honour those who try, in the sky make them fly, take them away, oh! so high, to set ablaze the expanse of sky, to never, never let them cry, a light to burn all those who pry, to set up a smile genuine and not so wry... well, let's just try..........
THE ADVENT OF LIGHT HAS JUST BEGUN...Take a bow, raise a toast, bring the ship, unto the coast...
Plight Or Pleasure ?
Writes he every word, in joy and in pain
Lest his very thoughts become his bane
To appease the storm within and keep his sane
Ulterior pretense helps not self to feign
The ensemble of his reflections
Woven in a maze of puns and expressions
With prose and poetry he stuns
Evasive his manner, reclusive, company he shuns
Flows the thought, swifter than steeds
Slower than naught, his quill leads
Bereft of words, volumes he reads
Jewels he finds, amongst the weeds
Squalid, squeamish, staid and satire
Entwines he plots, plunging in mire
Fantasy to horror, every genre, he will sire
Untiring he toils, for his needs are dire
Outlandish to platitudinous, esoteric to aesthetic
Meddles he in affairs, plebeian and eclectic
Alliteration, hyperbole, exaggeration rhythmic
Conceal and render, a splendor intrinsic
Construed together are words trivial
Rendered meaningful are phrases inconsequential
Such is the beauty and power textual
The confines of fiction stretch to tickle the real