Friday, June 24, 2005

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 hearts
Darkness, the light thwarts
Dark as the silence of his
Him, that shame departs

Devoid of emotions and feelings
Convenience is the name in all dealings
Kick the luck and dodge the fate
Then 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...

Saturday, June 18, 2005

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