Lost Beauty

My dear poem/lost in the shadows

Why do you reject me?

Do you hate me?

Did you want to be something else?

Do you want to be famous?

Do you want to be remembered?

Do you want to be popular?

What is it you see?

What did you think when I made you?

Do you have dreams too?

Do the doors of time bend?

You're alive, you're more than just any other trend

Will you touch the hearts of millions?

Or am I you’re the only friend?

Do you have a message to send?

Will you ever come back?

Will you remember where your legacy began?

Am I just another fan?

Did you write yourself?

Is the mystery of the poem or the poet?

Where will you go?

Am I a part of the show?

Are you good or evil?

Am I the one who is labeled as uncivil?

Will you seek me?

Is it destiny?

Are you just one of many?

Will you cleanse those of great sin?

Will you show the society where sanctuary been?

Why do you elude me?

Am I tired of this endless downward spiral?

Is this encounter meant to be?

Have I hurt you?

Are you angry?

Did I scare you?

Your absence keeps my mind in a never-ending puzzle of ensuing?

Will you forgive me?

Will you hear me?

Will you see me?

Will you believe me?

Will you return my dream poem/ or remain lost in the shadows?

Please come back.

I Was There

I still existed

In this world is a faint memory.

A story betrayed in its own presence.

Yes, a tale of melted ternary.

The rules of the world are wrong.

The laws of the world are corrupt.

We play the roles of fools.

Hmm, nothing more than each other’s tools.

Yet we can fix nothing only destroy.

They say you have to make a name for yourself.

If not then you never really existed they say.

Yet I know.

I know that I lived.

Even if my life was never written about

I know who I am.

Don’t you know who I am?

You should.

I broke the endless chain.

The chain that bonded your wills to it

You don’t have to be famous to be great.

You needn’t buy your life on the market.

I was here, even if you don’t remember.

I wrote the sorrowful sonata that you read from.

I will be remembered.

Even if the world itself denied me

I’ve relished in the sun's light.

And reveled in the moon's sight as my saga echoes through the night

I’ve tasted life nectars and breathed its blood.

I’ve been cleansed by the ashes of time themselves.

As the wheels of fate stop my presence weakens.

Oh, reaper of hearts, stealer of souls, and a quencher of life free me.

Cut the ties of hatred that binds my voice.

I’ll be here.

Even if my heart loses its song

Even if my voice is silenced

Even if my body is no more

Even if my very essence is taken

Even if the heavens frown upon me.

Even if the air I breathe fades.

For I am more than just a thought

I lived for more than but a moment.

I’m more than just a blank face in the crowd.

And even if no one else believes or remembers

My life will be reborn, in another.

I cannot be quelled by money or power, I’m thankful in the end.

Because even if humanity moves on without me, I still existed

Even if I'm the Only One

Even if I’m the only one

I will break the wall of dimensions.

And destroy evils intentions.

I'll cast the memories of the past into the future.

Making fates face an outstanding feature.

I’ll fight all that would stand in my way.

As I grasp the crisp air of a new day.

I will see to the end of death.

In light of those of weak souls who believe it to be but a myth.

I can create a reality of solidarity.

A world created from utter clarity.

Yet my actions are not that of any charity.

They are to prevent a future of dire severity.

Ill paved the moments of time in the stones of legend.

To become that of a saviour is the path set before us all.

Yet it’s our choice rather we rise or fall.

Arise souls of the forgotten wipe away all that is a sin.

Here I am set in an endless bloodbath.

I hold in hand a sword in which I cleave my path.

Blacked hearts and crushed personas swirl above in the sky.

I’m not ready to say goodbye.

I’ll fight for what I believe in, may my memories live on in my kin.

I am the pain before peace, the death before life.

I push past all the deluded strife.

I'll protect everyone for the horror has begun.

You may not have faith in me but that’s okay.

For it is you that I pray

Lives are lost and what’s done is done.

People’s minds are clouded, their thoughts block out the sun.

All have given up, and it would seem the evil has won.

But I haven’t, for I am the radical son.

I’ll keep fighting to the very end.

Even if I’m the only one

Endless Horizon

Endless horizon

The sky, it’s so dark.

In this world the oceans clam at the sight of dawn.

I the beholder of this manifest my future.

A lightless realm of sorrow awaits us.

Broken in the mists of time lives hope

Lined in the arches of the clouds are memories.

As the light fills the land solace fades.

We live yet forget to see or not believe.

Shadows gather beneath the golden rays of sunlight.

Blades of grass sway in the wind's breath.

Still faded beams of light rain from the sky

The birth of a new day looms.

As new flowers bloom

It is the beauty that we take for Granit.

Beauty and life

I now look into a world with possibilities.

I look and see the colors of destiny.

I see a world surrounded by an everlasting odyssey.

The light curves in the Skyros of the mountain faces.

Fearless is the heart that believes in a better tomorrow.

While it casts away the minds sorrow.

I see a now crescent colored sky as it shifts and slowly passes me by.

Living in a world that would seem it rather dies.

Now the heavens appear in the crimson silhouettes of the sky.

Watching a planet that has no alibi

Malice quells over the cities man.

Piercing all that consider god a mere urban legend

Hovering over a single child is a dream so pure.

Mixing reality and fantasy into utter pleasure

What is it that you’re casing?

What is it you want?

What is it you seek?

Won’t you dance with me instead?

I still look at the sky and wonder does it look back.

Can it see me looking past the stars tracks?

This warming light is like a friend.

That will be there to the very end.

In this moment, in this second, I’ll always remember this endless horizon.

Harmony

Sweat harmony/a world at rest

It began a cool day.

In bed, the people lay.

All troubles set at bay.

Autumn leaves in the wind are all that play.

A flower bloom in the world’s silent fray.

Solemn is the world that sleeps.

The only open eye is that of the storm that peeps.

All is bathed in clouded rain.

The pity needs of the world drain.

A foreshadowed rain that washes all that would stain.

Shallow is the sky above.

In a world devoid of love

Shattered dreams and faded memories resurrect in darkened bliss.

In this moment that almost didn’t exist.

Solace slips from the lips of men that drift in the Sandman's hand.

Peaces a notion in which some are now deceased for.

Now opens serenities door.

A day in time, no beasts or gore

A fragment of destiny where hatred is no more

Never again will there be a day so clear

Hmm, even a day where the evil care.

Yet all still sleep without a poisoned world, in which care is tough to spare.

Greed, anger, lust, and sin wither away on this day, this day all could bare.

A day that nothing is left to stare

Every-day is a test, and all we can do is hope for the best.

However, I’ll never forget the sweet harmony of a world at rest.

What If

It’s funny; they say that one occurrence doesn’t make a difference.

That it is only a concept of our preference.

Yet I know the truth.

That Reality is like that of a shallow roof.

In this world of solace and mystery live the everlasting questions of man.

Only the silence of land stands.

The questions that bend reality

And make you believe that you can hold your destiny in the palm of your hand.

The discreet whisper in the wind, in which the secrets of the world descend

An echoing trend that could create an enemy or friend

A chain of events that manifests our future and intertwines another’s fate

One action that we are lead to by temptation's bates.

This world, this world of utter claim consoles the rain.

Reality and destiny mix together to form an existence of sweat pain.

Yet we wonder what if!

What if there were no crimes?

What if there was no concept of time?

What if I had kissed her?

What if rejection didn’t make your life feel like a blur?

What if life was fair?

What if the world care?

In the end, these questions and all the others will remain.

Yet, Still, I wonder.

What if, what if?

A Wicked Tongue

A wicked tongue

We are that of simple creatures.

Yet we move on Building creating and growing in this world.

Of all the weapons man has created none compares to that of their tongue

I’ve seen this weapon destroy time and time again.

Truly it is that of devastating power, and it is accessible to everyone.

I’ve seen Blood torn streets bathed in fire and death all because of this weapon.

It has this uncanny power to rip apart the very fabric of existence.

There seems to be no one who can put up a resistance.

Its lure is like that of utter temptation, mixed with chaos and shattered creation.

Why can’t we stop, it’s so amazingly simple, yet it spreads in all imagination?

This evil power that we unleash upon one another is only that of an endless paradox.

We fire back and forth back and forth never changing never learning always failing

The people of this world are idiots, killing something simply because it’s different.

The people are fools, fearing something because of their stupidity

The chain of death and stupidity will probably never end.

It's sad that this evil in our mouths traps our souls,

I’ve seen the wars that have come from words.

The blood that they have spilled and the pain they can inflict.

Maybe if the people spent more time helping one another there could be peace.

We need to make the order, and not be out trying to learn these stupid rap lyrics.

When we need hope and stability, and yet we use overplayed fashion and shoes

When we need honor and caring, yet we act cold and mindless.

Truly this world may be doomed and damned to an endless petty paradox.

In which we will all die in the end because we're trying to be better than everyone.

A world with an apparently uncontrollable weapon fades in the dust of time.

In this world, there is no concept of crossing the line, just ignorance.

I have so much anger for this world and its sad petty race of humans.

Generation after generation and still the same mistakes are made, the world dies.

I don’t know the future of this world but it's not a bright one.

I use my weapon to heal the scars of the world.

Maybe one day this weapon will be controlled and peace will return.

Until then I ask this question.

Can you control your weapon?

Can you see past my masks?

Can... You see past my masks

I have been called many things in my short life.

I’ve been called the shadow, ghost, evil, demon and even mysterious.

Yet still, everyone is curious.

They ask who I am.

I may be shy.

I may be just that guy.

Yet you don’t know me.

I am the presence of fear.

I am the start of a revolution.

Yes, a person who has evolved ahead of evolution.

I hide behind my many faces to protect myself from the world.

In a frail attempt to block out the very idea of mankind

In this world, I exist to enlighten those of clouded mind.

Who are you to judge me with your eyes?

I’ll make sure you and your impedance burn beneath the skies.

There are those who say I’m cold-hearted or even mean.

I'm not on this earth to please you this is my life.

You don’t know my life or strife.

Yet you talk about me as if you know me.

You don’t, you’re just my little wooden dummy.

I don’t feel bad hiding my true self.

I think it is better for the sake of your health.

That which is your tiny mind can’t comprehend what I do.

Yet still with your words my identity you try to issue.

I am the profound.

I am a legend.

I am all or that of nothing.

I’m the shadow that lurks in the night.

With a snap of my fingers, I vanish.

In the whisper of wind, I travel.

In the hearts of the naïve in life.

So can you now see me?

The real me

I’m not just some random person you can judge.

You say my name, and your insults stain it with sludge.

Yet you can’t faze me.

You can’t haze me.

You can’t daze me.

You can’t even graze me.

I am, I am me.

Greatness is my destiny.

Even If you hate me

So even though your envy can last and last I ask?

Can you see past my masks?