Poem pic: Our land, Our home

Poem pic: Oh Shattered Soul

Aidin - Year of Fourth

A Memoir to my Beloved Friend - Aidin;

The rise and fall marks this day, year of fourth,

The happy and the sad times was such a lothe,

Which comes an end to all in a morgue.

Our journey was of short,

Though not covered by length of Sword,

Nor the ways of the Lord.

It was a journey to South back North,

A travel of cold and hot and what of not.

The rise and fall mark this the fourth,

With every strike of every forge,

With every fight thats ever fought,

Marks a change as life comes forth. 

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Listening to: I'm on fire - Bruce Springsteen

Mood: In the midst of hot weather

Location: In a moving car

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Oh Shattered Soul

Oh Shattered Soul, my shattered Memories,

Looking thru the depth of our serenities.

Is there no place? Is there no face?

To be put only in such a pace...

Oh Shattered Soul, my shattered Ghoul,

Will it ever be our shattered growl?

Forever it be lost,

Only to see, thou, in our lust...

Oh what a time it has been,

Only to have ended in such a scene.

But what is gone for ever more,

Just a line stored in my memoir.

To say me last,

Is just a dust,

For what is must,

Now comes past.

The old road must come to an end,

For a newer has begin!

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Listening to: Cloud Atlas Sextet (OST of Cloud Atlas)

Mood: Sombre

Location: Hall, study desk

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My Lonely Lore

I present you with a little poetry I had written myself this night:

I stare at the silent starry night

The cold wind blew gently

Dancing with the hairs on my naked skin

Soft as they seem, the golden brown sand beneath my feet

Where oh where shall I go on this Silent Night?

My heart Thump Tily Thump

Like the sound of the African drum

If only you're here, to see them on my thumb

Just how the sound of rhythmic rum

Where oh where shall I go on this Mid Night Run?

To part, we did, never more,

To say I shall, neither nor,

For you it might be a core,

But what is more than to say no more?

Where oh where shall I cry my lonely Lore?

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Listening to Loreena McKennitt - The Mummer's Dance

Mood: Inspired

Location: Hall, sofa bed

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"Unsound"

"Unsound"
Memory hits the brain as hard as the knife could stab the heart.
The sound of beating against the wall was nothing but a neighboring scream that was only yesterday.
The night is silent, filled with loud sorrow of yester-year.

Darken Earth

In the darkness of the ebbyst,

Silence spreads across the lands, 

Leaving nothing in sight but only the nipple of the mountain top.

An endless stillness of the earth's magnitude. 

The burning of the core meant nothing but a glimpse of a slight hope.

Nothing more.

A Time for Everything

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven;

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace;


From Ecclesiastes, The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000.

One World

All we need is a little hope;
For the world to be alright.
All we need is a little faith;
For the goodness in their heart.
All we need is a better someone;
For us to place our trust.
All we need is a greater friend;
Who would push us off our chair.

This is our world;
Our only ever world.
No home could ever be more pleasant than this.
This is the place we have in comment;
The air that we breath in;
The soil that we rot in.

Just keep our hopes up;
Chins as high as it can go;
Shoulders back;
Chest of courage and bravery out;
And walk on straight.

For this is our land

This is HOME!

Unrequited Love

Last week we meet,
I didn't know his name.
This week we're friends,
how fast was that?

Caught Between Two Worlds

When I was a child;
When reality seems to be a world of rules;
When dreams and imagination seems to be the only solution;
When Santa Claus and miracles seems to be real.

When I am an adult;
When work seems to be the only thing in mind;
When all rules have to be applied;
When I am stuck in reality, all I could hope for is a miracle.

Caught between two worlds;
Between reality and imagination;
Between what is real and what is fake;
If only miracles do happen in reality....

We all would still be alive....