THE INK OF BLOOD

THE INK OF BLOOD ( BEYOND THE MUNDANE SERIES)

My pen did not know,i was writing,
My heart aloud,
Other wise it would have sucked my blood
And spat it out.
On the white paper like a saint's robe
Would have been like a martyr's cloak.(blood soak)

For its the ink of blood,the pen of blades,
Piercing the soul,tearing the heart.
Be afraid.For we are at war,
Against the invisible.
Realms beyond the mundane.
But the battle is decided here.
In the facile world of mere mortals.

It's the battle for the ultimate prize,
The human race.
The opponents wants the other to be late,
Deciding man's fate.
For the tiny speck in the vast galaxy,
Plans of eternity.
But in the coming fulfillment of time,
The light will shine

STAND UP AGAIN

STAND UP AGAIN

There is no one as a perfect person,
There is nothing as a perfect life.
There is only those who
Stand up again after a fall,
And a life cared to be stitched,
To hide the scars beneath.

REACHING THE OTHER SIDE

REACHING THE OTHER SIDE


Sometimes i feel like walking alone,
In the deserted streets under moonlight.
With the cool air to my indulgence,
My shadow to smile at.
The sweet tune of nature all around,
Fancying the creatures lurking in the dark,
A beautiful memory to cherish.

I wish i were free,free from the things,
That pull me down,drowning me.
I know i wont escape death,
But reaching the other side is an ordained task.
Reproachful,yet i'll have my last glance.

Living the Dying LIfe

Living the dying life

A distant dream,
a far-off reality,
The surrounding scare,
the plentiful poison.
A sun dark,a day gloomy.
A street of dead,
a city of zombies.
The sorrowful spirit without a soul.
Dying every night,
there's no day.
Its all inside us,
To live a dying life,
Rather die a living death

Dream Reality (Poem)

Dream Reality (Poem)


When a day ends,another is born.
After our strength is spent,a new dawn.
But now we have an open door,
To apparate into another world.

In a twinkle of the eye,we emerge.
Into a dreality(dream reality),
There is no fear,no burden.
All we know is we rule here.
Over rule reality,stretching time.

Zion is calling

Zion is calling


The light is going out,
And darkness is creeping in.
The pleasant morning with the beautiful sky,
Its fading away.
The hours of the night with the dread,
Is on its way.
A generation is eating and drinking,
For tomorrow they die.


But a meager fill their lamps,
For a twilight journey.
Of the multitudes,a handful escape,
Among the chosen few, undeceived rare.


In the coming dark hours,none can stand,
Nor work out anything worthwhile.
For people die without knowledge,
And a generation, lost without understanding.
Zion is calling,we cannot delay.
Reach the mounts of God,
Before the oil runs out.