What is it about a great man’s fall… Which we eagerly wait for? A descent into madness to appal, Which we encore. Tears of the brave, Who lose heart and waver. Blood that boiled as it slaved For those who plead for a saviour. Are we just beasts? Untamed and forever starved. Can we not … More Wolves down Below
This pain of yours, From the misery I hurl. Each crunch, pound and cry. Enriches these pearls. A sin I was born with. One which I honed. One that I denied. Which is condoned. Don’t fear life. Don’t fear death. Fear my nature, With every single breath. For I am who I was. Incarnate of … More Wrath
Pitter Patter. Footsteps. Pain shatters, Tossed into the depths. Freezing cold. Not cold, but breezy. A new world unfolds. Nice and easy. As the fresh scent Of grass and dirt Fills the air. So too the crescent. So too the stars that’re birth. The nature of malice Slides off the mind. Purify the chalice In … More Beauty of Rain
Sparks fly up, Boom. Shards of Venus rain. I look in your eyes and see the moon. Soon pressed in my heart, a purple stain. I put the ring on you, Waterfalls behind a dam. You say… ‘I love you’, With love left only to cram. I know it’s your time. Yet you worry of … More Plastic Memories
Thorns of heavy, which pinch my skin. Gold, silver and gems, taken along with sin. Adorn this burden. Burden which wears the soul thin. I wanted this long ago, On adventures with myself and co. Bearing this shame. Heavy as is. Cannot turn Left, right or down. Only up, where the stars burn. One last … More Hero’s Remorse
Misery loves company, But does she love me. Boon lives solitude, Does he hate me? The thought alone, Makes my heartbeat. I cannot bear, So I swiftly fleet. She hides and runs. But soon I’ll grasp. I must find a way out. Before I give in and ask. You run as I chase. I’ll free … More Duality of Love
Worn with lies, That comes from the summit. Worn with lies, Of wings with no limit. Worn with lies, That I have never admitted. Worn with running, From the ravenous gaze. Worn with running, Through this endless maze. Worn with running, With lungs filled with haze. But now here. Nowhere. Not worn. Unborn. Free at … More Running from Life
Split is my mind, Like a hive. Unable to listen out To survive. Fool who laughs, Dances & mocks. Inept of choice And eyes the jocks. Sage of wisdom, the biggest host. Hoards and hides, When it matters most. But beyond it, Is the Blank. Mix of many, obedient to none. Steals the nectar, which … More Split
Raised small and mute. Taped shut, act cute. Little one pierced with daggers. Told to slow and help the laggers. Don’t cry! Don’t lie! Arms crossed and eyes locked! Listen and Obey! Or be shocked! Stockholm and Milgram! I wish I was a Pilgrim. Free of this nest of vipers And the scope of the … More Don’t
Long ago six feet over, There lived a man of clover. Not three nor four. Just one. And odd like the fate that shone. One leaf that held his hope. One leaf that left him a rope. Lived in peace, but not for long. Held his tongue, but not for long. Said one word. No … More Legacy of Hope
Art of Cimeries 