Silence,is a despicable attribute.
Silence,is a shield we perceive when we are weak,a friend that materialises when all hope dims,when our sight fails.We follow its lead,towards an oblivion it foretells as nirvanna.
It is shocking how many have fallen into the trap of Silence.
People embrace Silence,hailing it an ally,a comrade whose kinship never wavers.They trust in the aura of Power Silence bestows upon them,and basking in its dark glory they feel invincible.
And yet,they are fragile.
Silence is a partner;the only one.Silence heals;by opening fresh wounds.Silence protects;albeit from acts of Kindness.
Gift by Light bestowed
Gift by Darkness fouled
The folly of Man compound
By an Ignorance profound
The blade that we wield
We ourselves have killed
With our very Insolence
With our self Malevolence
Nothing but Hate for those
Who draws Evil close
Who ostracize the Light
Who would against Justice fight
So destroy the Silence we must
Throw down the Shadows of the Past
The Future which is devoid of Light
We ourselves must make bright
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
One,need not fear night.
Yet many do,scrambling away when darkness shrouds the land.
But night is benign,pious.
It is unperturbed by the flaws of Man,choosing to obscure their faults with its touch than render them under intense scrutiny,as Day would,It looks deep within the soul,and is satisfied if it finds the company of Light.If instead it discerns the black of Evil,it instigates Fear within the heart of its occupant;for it is hateful of the True Darkness.
Night is always serene,at peace.It is free from the relentless tumults of Life that Day ever bestows.It is ever silent,for it prefers to cogitate,than spew rueful words that bear no meaning.
To wander the streets alone but for the companionship of night is a joy to behold that few care to try.Buildings usually smeared with the unruly smear of neon signs are at rest,lulled to sleep by the gentle caress of the shadows.People,who hustle and bustle during the day,now appear more willing to shirk the draining pace of life and try to attain peace within themselves.
Night is no ally of Evil,of the True Darkness.Those who fear,who cower before Night is indeed afraid of the True Darkness,knowing of a Darkness within that they cannot escape from.
Let them run.And let the deserving rest within the bosom of Motherly Night.
"Mistaken"
When the sun hides
And Night engulfs Day
Don't run like mice
Night has no prey
Don't shy from her touch
She bears no Malice
Don't flinch from her nudge
She is no Beast
Learn that she too can love
Though her visage is black
Her heart is white as a dove
Evil only does she lack
Night is a maiden
Who stands sweet and tall
Before her Fear is ridden
Mother she is to all
Yet many do,scrambling away when darkness shrouds the land.
But night is benign,pious.
It is unperturbed by the flaws of Man,choosing to obscure their faults with its touch than render them under intense scrutiny,as Day would,It looks deep within the soul,and is satisfied if it finds the company of Light.If instead it discerns the black of Evil,it instigates Fear within the heart of its occupant;for it is hateful of the True Darkness.
Night is always serene,at peace.It is free from the relentless tumults of Life that Day ever bestows.It is ever silent,for it prefers to cogitate,than spew rueful words that bear no meaning.
To wander the streets alone but for the companionship of night is a joy to behold that few care to try.Buildings usually smeared with the unruly smear of neon signs are at rest,lulled to sleep by the gentle caress of the shadows.People,who hustle and bustle during the day,now appear more willing to shirk the draining pace of life and try to attain peace within themselves.
Night is no ally of Evil,of the True Darkness.Those who fear,who cower before Night is indeed afraid of the True Darkness,knowing of a Darkness within that they cannot escape from.
Let them run.And let the deserving rest within the bosom of Motherly Night.
"Mistaken"
When the sun hides
And Night engulfs Day
Don't run like mice
Night has no prey
Don't shy from her touch
She bears no Malice
Don't flinch from her nudge
She is no Beast
Learn that she too can love
Though her visage is black
Her heart is white as a dove
Evil only does she lack
Night is a maiden
Who stands sweet and tall
Before her Fear is ridden
Mother she is to all
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Cowardly,are those who fail to meet the quotas of Life.
They who refuse to look into the Mirror,who decline to apologize for mistakes self-conceived,are cowardly.
Those who do not address their desires,yet choose to growl hidden in the shadows,are cowardly.
Those who wallow ever in Fear and Doubt,are cowardly.
None is borne into this world a coward.We ourselves choose the paths we follow,and it is only when the dazzling complexities that we falter and lose our footing.Therein lies the test of Humanity:while the strong stand and endure the Pain,the Weak shall crumble,forever encased within the dusts of Failure.
Every single day I see the cowards,who choose to deceive themselves though the light of Truth shines ever brighter.I hear the lies of the cowards,recited as chants to the unwary whom they would deceive.I sell their fear:a pungent wave of Self-Doubt born of Uncertainty.I feel their presence;their perpetual persistence to resume a Life that has utterly no use of them.
I taste their Fear,their Wants,and all is bitter.
Seek out the brave,abandon the meek.They chose to be cowards,therefore they shall forever remain so.
When the going gets tough
When the waves grow rough
When the Roads climb steep
And dark shadows creep
When the skis painted black
And high up thunders crack
When the World halts
And the Earth is riddled with faults
The Strong will hold on
The cowardly rot
The brave will carry on
The cowardly not
They who refuse to look into the Mirror,who decline to apologize for mistakes self-conceived,are cowardly.
Those who do not address their desires,yet choose to growl hidden in the shadows,are cowardly.
Those who wallow ever in Fear and Doubt,are cowardly.
None is borne into this world a coward.We ourselves choose the paths we follow,and it is only when the dazzling complexities that we falter and lose our footing.Therein lies the test of Humanity:while the strong stand and endure the Pain,the Weak shall crumble,forever encased within the dusts of Failure.
Every single day I see the cowards,who choose to deceive themselves though the light of Truth shines ever brighter.I hear the lies of the cowards,recited as chants to the unwary whom they would deceive.I sell their fear:a pungent wave of Self-Doubt born of Uncertainty.I feel their presence;their perpetual persistence to resume a Life that has utterly no use of them.
I taste their Fear,their Wants,and all is bitter.
Seek out the brave,abandon the meek.They chose to be cowards,therefore they shall forever remain so.
When the going gets tough
When the waves grow rough
When the Roads climb steep
And dark shadows creep
When the skis painted black
And high up thunders crack
When the World halts
And the Earth is riddled with faults
The Strong will hold on
The cowardly rot
The brave will carry on
The cowardly not
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Night,seemed Forever.
He trudged forward,towards the light that never came any closer;whose warmth always appeared cold,rejecting.Towards the sole gleam of hope that resided within a heart inundated by the shadows of Death and Fear.
It held him above the pits that led to Hell,above the jagged cliffs of Oblivion.
The toils of a prolonged,arduous journey began to tell upon his battered body:his muscles ached,silently crying for a rest;his determination was stretched nigh to the brink of shredding.He wished to halt,desperately so,yet he knew that a once he stopped,he would never begin again.
He would become part of the Shadows.
He glanced up,attempting to descry the slight radiance that was a beacon to his sinking galley.Sweat trickled down upon eyelids half-closed from fatigue,obscured his sight.Hands that felt forged of lead rose up to rub his watery orbs.
A darkness blacker tan even the murkiness than that surrounding drew soundless towards him.A stench more nauseous than the reek of a carcass assaulted his dessicated nostrils.
The Black Lord.
He knew about the abomination,learned of its kind from the Seer who had sent him ,knew that only one had stood before the Demon and survived.
Maintaining his pace as best as he could,he drew forth his blade,held it high with hands steadied by Courage.
He hoped he would be the second.
"Prophecy"
When all Hope dies
When all Light dims
The Strong shall rise
To fulfill their Dreams
When Night befall
When darkness crawls
The brave stand tall
Answering Fate's calls
When the soul fails
And the spirit collapse
The evil sharpen sharp nails
The cunning set their traps
Then One shall rise
While others fall
Amidst the Devil's cries
Standing above all
The heroes who have fallen,have died a second Death.
The legends who have fought and sacrificed all against the Evil armoured by distorted Justice.
The brave who have battled to preserve our sanctity,prevent its desecration at the hands of the Dark.
The strong who continue to wage war against the Shadows.
All of them died at the hand of those they have redeemed.
"Righteous"
When the Darkness came
And Man will they tame
If not for the Chosen
Who then had risen
To combat the Anarchy
When the Shadows deep
Invaded and all Lands would rip
If not for the Legends
Singing their anthems
To war with the Anarchy
When the Devil rose
And Man fled in droves
The Heroes stood tall
And before them the Darkest fall
And so shall the Anarchy
He trudged forward,towards the light that never came any closer;whose warmth always appeared cold,rejecting.Towards the sole gleam of hope that resided within a heart inundated by the shadows of Death and Fear.
It held him above the pits that led to Hell,above the jagged cliffs of Oblivion.
The toils of a prolonged,arduous journey began to tell upon his battered body:his muscles ached,silently crying for a rest;his determination was stretched nigh to the brink of shredding.He wished to halt,desperately so,yet he knew that a once he stopped,he would never begin again.
He would become part of the Shadows.
He glanced up,attempting to descry the slight radiance that was a beacon to his sinking galley.Sweat trickled down upon eyelids half-closed from fatigue,obscured his sight.Hands that felt forged of lead rose up to rub his watery orbs.
A darkness blacker tan even the murkiness than that surrounding drew soundless towards him.A stench more nauseous than the reek of a carcass assaulted his dessicated nostrils.
The Black Lord.
He knew about the abomination,learned of its kind from the Seer who had sent him ,knew that only one had stood before the Demon and survived.
Maintaining his pace as best as he could,he drew forth his blade,held it high with hands steadied by Courage.
He hoped he would be the second.
"Prophecy"
When all Hope dies
When all Light dims
The Strong shall rise
To fulfill their Dreams
When Night befall
When darkness crawls
The brave stand tall
Answering Fate's calls
When the soul fails
And the spirit collapse
The evil sharpen sharp nails
The cunning set their traps
Then One shall rise
While others fall
Amidst the Devil's cries
Standing above all
The heroes who have fallen,have died a second Death.
The legends who have fought and sacrificed all against the Evil armoured by distorted Justice.
The brave who have battled to preserve our sanctity,prevent its desecration at the hands of the Dark.
The strong who continue to wage war against the Shadows.
All of them died at the hand of those they have redeemed.
"Righteous"
When the Darkness came
And Man will they tame
If not for the Chosen
Who then had risen
To combat the Anarchy
When the Shadows deep
Invaded and all Lands would rip
If not for the Legends
Singing their anthems
To war with the Anarchy
When the Devil rose
And Man fled in droves
The Heroes stood tall
And before them the Darkest fall
And so shall the Anarchy
Sunday, March 25, 2007
He could not see,isolated as he was within the great fog of darkness.From within the murky depths of the shadows he could hear the Sirens of Temptation,urging him to join in their eternal festival,their ghostly din emulsified by the alluring melodies of their enchanted harps.
Shaken,he whispered a silent prayer,rendered near incomprehensible by the racket of the Sirens.Clenching his teeth,he clasped the hilt of his sword with sweaty palms.He would battle any foe that would stand before him,but against the indiscernible cacophony he was timorous.
Light-of a driveling,grey nature-fought its way to his tiring orbs,a distant speckle of insignificant brilliance.It was,to him more a warrior than he was,fighting to mantain its glitter among the devouring darkness.It was determined to stay alive.
He finally realised his desperate helplessness.Fate has him imprisoned within its clutches,while Destiny refused to release him form its bosom.
Sheathing his sword,he forged towards the light.If it was a warrior,so was he.
"Prisoner"
Confined by Fate and Destiny
Forced to battle the Anarchy
A Sword gifted;blood it will taste
A Life bestowed;soon will it waste
"Anarchy"
They should be crucified,for the sheer extent of their crimes.
They live among us,talk to us,preach to us their draconian beliefs that we accept for granted.
They are supposed to nurture confidence,inculcate self-belief.But they insult,humiliate,resort to cruel measures to realise selfish motives that do not align with their responsibilities.
Their hearts are black,tarnished by their evil practises.Their minds are singular,focused upon their objective of self-gratification.Their nails are elongated,sharpened by the tortures they perform upon the innocent.
Their souls are long gone.
Entranced by a dark gospel of Evil
Entwined by a blasphemy of beliefs
The weak have fallen,casualties total
While the cowardly lives as thieves
The strong rose in protest
They would not be suppressed
They will fight to redeem the rest
In the Light they are amassed
The battle began,without an End
The evil deeds the Light must amend
Though sword and shield be rent
The Frail the Strong will defend
Let eyes watch for Future bright
Though Evil shall leave its Mark
Let hands hold Purity tight
For Light shall triumph over Dark
Shaken,he whispered a silent prayer,rendered near incomprehensible by the racket of the Sirens.Clenching his teeth,he clasped the hilt of his sword with sweaty palms.He would battle any foe that would stand before him,but against the indiscernible cacophony he was timorous.
Light-of a driveling,grey nature-fought its way to his tiring orbs,a distant speckle of insignificant brilliance.It was,to him more a warrior than he was,fighting to mantain its glitter among the devouring darkness.It was determined to stay alive.
He finally realised his desperate helplessness.Fate has him imprisoned within its clutches,while Destiny refused to release him form its bosom.
Sheathing his sword,he forged towards the light.If it was a warrior,so was he.
"Prisoner"
Confined by Fate and Destiny
Forced to battle the Anarchy
A Sword gifted;blood it will taste
A Life bestowed;soon will it waste
"Anarchy"
They should be crucified,for the sheer extent of their crimes.
They live among us,talk to us,preach to us their draconian beliefs that we accept for granted.
They are supposed to nurture confidence,inculcate self-belief.But they insult,humiliate,resort to cruel measures to realise selfish motives that do not align with their responsibilities.
Their hearts are black,tarnished by their evil practises.Their minds are singular,focused upon their objective of self-gratification.Their nails are elongated,sharpened by the tortures they perform upon the innocent.
Their souls are long gone.
Entranced by a dark gospel of Evil
Entwined by a blasphemy of beliefs
The weak have fallen,casualties total
While the cowardly lives as thieves
The strong rose in protest
They would not be suppressed
They will fight to redeem the rest
In the Light they are amassed
The battle began,without an End
The evil deeds the Light must amend
Though sword and shield be rent
The Frail the Strong will defend
Let eyes watch for Future bright
Though Evil shall leave its Mark
Let hands hold Purity tight
For Light shall triumph over Dark
Sunday, March 18, 2007
One has been resurrected within me that has known death for ages long.The whirlpool of thoughts,desires within me has brought about its rebirth.It knows that I would need its companionship as the River of Life meanders through the black undergrowth.
For it is the Warrior who challenges Fate,knowing of its divine omnipotence.
For it is the Rebel,who refuses to submit to oppression,whose soul is free.
For it is the Believer,trusting of himself always,even if shadows have obscured his path.
"Deliverance"
Through the darkness black as black
Through the shadows the thirst of Life
The feet one shall walk the Track
Into the Abyss he would dive
His Heart is silent,its beat obscured
By the trembles he could not deny
He knows his task,by blood secured;
Before he surrenders he would sooner die
With lips dry he mouthed the prayer
Hoped it would deliver him:
Though night be nigh
Stand tall,and look high
Heroes may die young
but heroes they die among
The distorted idiosyncrasies of Life that some can envisage,even vocalize,continues to astound.
Self-isolation is the choice remedy for under achievement.
Unfriendliness is the bait that would snare one a bright future.
A heart of stone would sustain a body.
"Advice of dark words given
Upon the innocent bestowed
To Hell they would drag you from Heaven
Only there are they allowed"
The damned has spoken.
For it is the Warrior who challenges Fate,knowing of its divine omnipotence.
For it is the Rebel,who refuses to submit to oppression,whose soul is free.
For it is the Believer,trusting of himself always,even if shadows have obscured his path.
"Deliverance"
Through the darkness black as black
Through the shadows the thirst of Life
The feet one shall walk the Track
Into the Abyss he would dive
His Heart is silent,its beat obscured
By the trembles he could not deny
He knows his task,by blood secured;
Before he surrenders he would sooner die
With lips dry he mouthed the prayer
Hoped it would deliver him:
Though night be nigh
Stand tall,and look high
Heroes may die young
but heroes they die among
The distorted idiosyncrasies of Life that some can envisage,even vocalize,continues to astound.
Self-isolation is the choice remedy for under achievement.
Unfriendliness is the bait that would snare one a bright future.
A heart of stone would sustain a body.
"Advice of dark words given
Upon the innocent bestowed
To Hell they would drag you from Heaven
Only there are they allowed"
The damned has spoken.
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