Saturday, May 7, 2011

May the stalker

(May) there be a stalker..

6-8

As a predicament to everything

a great cleansing is prepared

evolution will be our next step


As our tears become rivers

Our bodies run dry from liquid

and become a standing statue


Men will no longer able to stand still

An unusual force will command us

"Move if you value the precious"


15-17

As days get longer, and lives grow shorter

The world is realizing once again,

A purpose awakens in this crystalline globe

On a particular day, dreamy eyes will be blacked out

And them sparkly crystals glow no longer

But our dreams will materialize ever so swiftly

A tragedy will fall and lives will be ferried away

The goddess of death will welcome all,

Erasing broken promises and its disloyal owners

22-24

The raging weather will continue its feast

Nobody spared, the source unknown to man

Burning, exploding and melting away memories

An endless sky it may seem to be

But from distant lands, a pair of bloody wings

An ever flowing pool of destruction and mishaps

Minds of young and old grow anxious

Searching desperately for the truth

Pandora’s box is opened and..

29-31

The sparkle in a certain star will dim

As our eyes will replicate that glow

like chrysanthemum, beauty is not eternal

Power is struggle and knowledge is wisdom

A clash between uniforms and the naked

The civilian knows no better than to follow

As our lives become entwined in the spider’s web

We do not know whether we are right or wrong

As our food rots and so does our gold

Are we the spider or are we its prey?

We are neither. We are free.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

One no longer

From far away one can see

the similarities these two believe

One green, One blue

the beautiful harmony they produce

When black and white turn gray

green and blue will go astray

A terrible influence he is

something is stirring amidst

From friends to foe

these two will exchange blows

The victor will be none but one

trees will cry and the stones will run

If this was a competition of math

all shapes and forms will be halved

The marble will roll and roll

no longer able to sustain growth

The loser of this game

will be put to shame

Punched in the guts, not once but twice

and the pain washed away; just to be precise.