Broken Boundries

 

To live inside a box

Gilded in gold chains

With doors made of rocks

With all four limbs restrained

You’ll truly know true terror

If you step outside that door

But if you stay inside for ever

Your heart will always crave for more.

 

 

Dirges Peak

Gone again into the wind

Gone again into melody

Gone again into the shimmer

Gone again into the tapestry.

The muse of death slumbers not

The sentry of life rests not

Then why must we falter?

Why must we stumble?

Stand with eternity

Run with infinity

Despair shall we never speak

Lest we be reminded of the dirges peak

Now soar into the storms iris

never to fear life nor death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Within The Shell

As I lay within my silent cocoon my wounds slowly heal

The memories of the past flutter between fake and real;

And like every other shattered soul broken after war

Even after this metamorphoses my heart will have a scar;

But while inside the sea of hope and despair

I hear the voices of my dreams whisper in my ear;

Dismay is not your purpose and pain is not your throne

Know that your past has passed and nothing is set in stone

 

Stolen From Us.

Blood sweat and pain dragged us into this world,

Hope, fear, love and hate fight for our souls,

Defenseless into the savage fray we are hurled,

We are taught to bend our knees before the bold.

We are denied the sacred seal of our birthright,

Usurped from seat of our forefathers legacy,

Trained to hold our tongues and hide our might,

Raised in a world where it’s wrong to be free.

Soon we will remember our purpose.

 

 

 

From Dry Bones

Scorched beneath the darkened sun left cracked and dry

Beaten by the starved sands tortured from the tearless sky

Buried by the shattered hopes of an army of broken souls

Bound by chains forged from countless tattered goals

Till a single speck of mist landed on the parched bones

And life was beckoned from the grim and dreary stones

Within the heart of the dusty corpse a grand oasis grew

And now the dreams old have meshed with hopes of new

Split Open

Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone

This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone

The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars

But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars

I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes

As my shepherd  rains crimson rain from the golden skies

I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage

But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage

As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon

I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon

And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit

Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split

 

Canvas

You’ve been rising for hours drinking in bliss

Every scar is a piece of your soul you shall miss

Every bee sting is a blissful mark that  you hide

A bitter sweet thing, this sadistic muse, your pride

Every track a new path for your masochistic train

Every tear shed for you adds to the torrential rain

But you don’t care about the flood because your flying

And while you soar you bloody clan is bruised and dying

But then the wind finally is gone and gravity brings its heavy hand

And as you try to grasp your singed wings you rapidly fall to the land

You look into the crimson tapestry of the sky and fall into an endless hole

You sadly wonder why there are bloody strokes on the canvas of your soul.

The Guard (The Saga Part three)

With many flights behind me fate called its guard

Its face was as empty as its ageless soul was scarred

In its hand were my insecurities as sharp as death

And I could feel death and despair from his breath

I drew my blade made from my endless faith and will

And reality tensed as we both stood deathly still

The ground shook as he began to walk with empty pride

And prepared myself for I knew there was no where to hide

This battle might be long and it might be impossible to win

But for me surrender hopelessness is the single greatest sin.

 

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Smashed

Standing proud in his shining armor of black

I tense as he prepares to go on the attack

This great Knight of pure justice and law

Seeks to trap me in his hidden hungry maw

But he has yet to witness the power of will

The power to win without the urge to kill

I will not be sealed into this old false order

For its crimes are worst than bloody murder

My will is too strong to have my soul stashed

So with my passion his shining armor is smashed.

The Tower (The Saga part one)

My hand grips this fate stained blade dripping with glee

And my shadow laughs as all my fearsome enemies flee

I stand within this starlit dune and breath in my power

And I prepare my self for the climb of the deadly tower

For upon its lofty and shining crest is a bridge to heaven

But guarding its mighty gates are the deadly vices seven

As I trod upon the seemingly endless dry sands of time

I know the vicious sins could not touch one free of crime

They snarled as they watched me open the gates sublime

I could not relax for what came was the treacherous climb.