Here I Am

THE SONG OF MY SOUL As white as snow  Closely behind the Winter's plates I follow The river's songs silently flow In my heart; a body of gold O mother Nature, breastfeed me with beauty! Flood the mouth of my soul, yet refreshing Let my defense be a nemesis Show me the revelation of my genesis Change my time for good Great would explain my days soon Life to touch requires no effort Yet, death to touch requires much effort

MY DAY On this day, my pen writes; The night is in its infancy And my words never grow gray The latter is not the latest, and so is the former But farther, wider and deeper My eyes steal through to befall things that are ghostlier than my inner being It is by the world's nature I am flattered Yet its tides barely carry away And I am greatly frightened by the roar of the waters My days are countless, and I make less counts And my soul is at peace with war Rest! My inner being rests On my heart it lies But if the man in black steals my soul Where would I be?

THE WICKED Thundering souls and atrocious hearts Blood feeding mouths and scavengers of hearts King white-or-clean-I-do-not-know Why abuse the rights of the humans left in our hearts before their eyes? Why build your hell from our paradise? Pun of heated heartfelt wickedness A situation from its origin, a thief of souls Treasures yet to be stolen, and pleasures of the innocent they withhold When shall your hearts swing on grace? And should peace be made, sustained or maintained?

WHAT LIFE HAD FOR ME My eyes ride on the beauty of this life Where every thing is made wise For my desire is for bright ideas To show wider but proudly The incandescence of my mind As the rays from the sun Here, promises bear crowns and thrones They rule ambitions and dreams And every condition created Is the present, set for a run into the future Also, a backward violent strife to cause the demise of the past This was the BEGINNING Where every single thing was an eery surprise But beautiful to my blind sight All these were those I saw Yet, no glassy fear stood before my heart to examine its looks One life, one game Was this life Yet, for two it took to live and play Just as the songs of grey In the END I realised these were but a surprise They were a gentle disguise My heart was soaked in a fountain of loss Because this life was the stealth of my faith and my heart Life took my sight of the beautiful truth There in deception, I lay