There was a tinge of sadness in her voice
A hint of despair on his face
Their eyes sang the same tune
But their tongues flowed with different words
Was this really what they wanted
It definitely wasn't so
But could they go against fate
His and her circumstances were so
They knew they would regret
Till the day of the reapers visit
But they could not tear apart destiny's net
So one last time they kissed...
©shadownik
To experience anger is in itself a curse
Some cope by giving a direction
Some onto their loved ones do direct
While a few just onto anything and anyone reflcting in their reddened eyes
Some realise the cause to be themselves
Only to be slowly hollowed out the deeper they delve
While there always is that minority
That company of erudite idiots who come to the obvious conclusion
The fact that it never really had a direction..
Neither me nor you
It just is and continues to evade the adieu
Tis a dangerous feeling I fear
One that numbs you deeper than a tumbler full of hard liqour.
So I wonder what to do with all this anger
This insidious poison akin to cancer..
Entranced in the deepest sleep
Sinking deep into the sea of darkness Ensconced in the deathly cold
But all the way feeling a warm mould
Didn't know why but my shattered soul was remold
The only price I've had to pay was to pledge myself to the devil's fold
And then lo and behold I was back in the world of the living
With a lingering hope that the heavens will now be forgiving
Ohh.. But what a fool I was
To think I would be spared from fate's malingering claws
Well.. Now I know my tainted soul could only live in the bowels of the tenebrous hell
"Well.. Damn you heavens see how well I live in hell"
Everyday I yearned , to make hell and heaven the same as one
One day it dawned heaven and hell were naught but pun
My darkened soul had given me power
Power that this strange pun couldn't overpower
To stand tall among the devil's and gods
For they were naught but elegant facades
But what of that sea of darkness
Was it the living world's harness
Why had it felt like my mother's caress..
Condemned to eternal darkness by a twist of fate
He laid there with his soul in a shattered state
Oblivious to his fate decreed by heavens
He dragged out his sorry existence
All he needed was to hear those warming words
Words that were simple but which would set him free
Alas all he got were swords in his heart's burning chords
Thus he howls his tales of agony since
Tales that make the demons wince..
And there I was, panting and struggling
In a vortex of madness and depression
While there you were, bumbling and cackling
Oblivious to my suffering, with a cold expression
All I wanted was someone to comfort
To take my addled mind into a warm embrace
But you only ever felt I was a disgrace
Why couldn't you see that I was just hurt
Now that I've persevered, it is a thing of the past
But a hint of that soreness has already grown a cast
My heart doth feel an aversion to love
And my mind oft question " Is what I know to be love really love "
Though my beliefs were shaken
I still abide and try to help and be kind
Cause I belive in happiness that cometh by following the heart
It has never been a question of right nor wrong
That was what I had gathered on mending my broken mind..
And now you call me heartless and cold?
You call me selfish and question my heart
To say that I am indifferent to suffering
When what you have suffered is akin to a minor scrape
Where were you when I was struggling to breathe
The thing that pulled me out was my calculating mind
It was the anchor to my drifting mind.
I get it that you couldn't see it
I get it that you can't stand me not seeing it
There's no fault of yours nor mine
But amidst these worlds of hurt where doth justice lie...
©shadownik
With the heart as your compass
Tread the world and life alike
You'll see your way among the trillions
As you walk it with naught a care for destiny nor destination
Cz the way isn't in the past we often look into
Nor is it in the future we pride ourselves in calculating
It is in the present right now under our treading feet
In the dead of night brews a mighty storm
Gusts of wind cold and strong
Bringing news of the approaching cataclysm
And drowning the town in a sea of darkness
Replacing humanity's myriads of lights
With cold electric bluish hues
Snakes of lightning turn the sky into a mosaic
And the blaring drumming of thunder makes our hair stand on end
And lo the first smattering of rain amidst this stunning chaos
Bringing with it the sweetest scent of earth
From a transparent drizzle into an opaque downpour
The rain and thunder play their heavenly music
To which dances the glimmering lightning
And thus nature puts up its mighty performance
The curtains draw on this heavenly act
With growls of thunder to finally reveal the shining moon and stars
Far away in the mountains, where wars can' t reach
And the saints don't preach where people do themselves teach
A farmer and his family spend their evening on their lawn
Playin in the lawn is a girl with golden tresses
Who looking at the starry skies with her glittering eyes asks looking witty
" Daddy is it God who painted the sky so pretty"
The farmer laughs with naught any stresses
"Yea little Liz, that's right my lovely lass"
But couldn't help but think they be shattered dreams of glass
The farmers wife, she sighs" if only it could make the hunger pass"
"What's the use of such starry keep,
When little Liz's belly growls in sleep"
"Jane my dear, use it is to those in the king's keep"
" and't those who do our benefits reap"
"How can God be such cruel to let us live this misery
Whilst such joyful lives do they have, the people in golden livery"
"Aye, only on the surface that be true my love
Whilst we worry of God's love and wrath
The men of the keep they worry of waking to nightmares of bloodbath,
So Jane my love no need to be jealous thereof"
" surely do you jest, as if you'd lived a king' s life"
Aye the farmer sighs " just enjoy the sea of stars my comely wife"
" isn't it enough that I love you and you love me and we can see little Liz grow up with naught a strife"
" Aye John we be livin a good life"
And so a smile did grace John's handsome face
A smile't was full of a melancholic grace
For John was once a prince one that was' t be a king
And also one whose fate did his brother wring
And now he lives his good life
One with goodness and simplicity rife
Whilst his brother lives through strife
And so they wait to meet in the afterlife
A place where there'd be no strife...
~ shadownik
What was once a pleasant dream
Is now a nightmare that makes him scream;
There was once a time he had aspired to conquer the whole wide World
The blazing deserts to the pleasant vales
The towering mountains to the roiling oceans
But now all he does is wait to slowly grow old
Aging like the great trees with withering branches and curling barks
His mind slowly eroding like the great mountains turning to dust
What were once ideals that he used to chase
Seem no more than the elven forest' s maddening haze;
Where the truth be an illusion and the illusions be the truth
He now asks the question, " what be meant by reality?"
"What's the use of a reality where I be unhappy" he ponders to the best of his mind's ability
" What's the harm in living an illusion" he comes to a dreary conclusion
And with that, to those fantastical illusions he swears his fealty;
To the elven queen he gives his loving loyalty
The world labels him mad
And the doctors sigh" too bad"
Somewhere in the neighborhood a boy asks his pappy
"Dad I remember you said the point of life was to be happy"
"Yea that right Skippy"
" Dad I think the mad man's Happy!"
In a land far far away hidden from every mortals gaze
Where fairies danced and dragons ruled the days
Played little Emily in a blissful daze,
Here, the unicorns and sprites were her only family,
And all was fine until one fated day she met a stranger,
Her senses screamed of danger
'He looks like an angry bear' she thought
With malice she thought he was fraught
He waved his hands and declared " this isn't reality "
With a wave he changed her world into a white totality
With only a gesture had he wiped out her family in an act of sheer brutality
Something he thought of as a triviality
Emily cried with her heart in tatters
But the man looked unbothered by such trivial matters
"What did you do to my family" cried Emily
The man uttered the same single phrase " this isn't reality"
"And Why would that matter " raged Emily
The stranger just looked on haughtily
Emily cursed " You are too bad !"
And the man muttered under his breath 'you are just a bit mad'
Life, but needs a singular possibility
To seize heaven's fortune
What about us?
People surrounded with unlimited oppurtunities..
In a desolate land covered in flowing seas of sands
Traverses a cracked seed akin to a piece of gravel
With her fate lost to the desert hinterlands
Waiting for her magic to unfurl.
Stranded in the sands of time
With the torrid winds for company
Playing her role in nature's intricate pantomime
Untill she plays her final part
Laid to rest in the tenebrous crack of a rugose rock
Given rise to by the celestial cycles of day and night
The rosy dawn ushers in the magic of the cosmos
Crystal beads lining the ghastly fissures
Drawn out from the vapours of life
Permeating the deserts and swamps alike
Day and night the withered seed passed by
Until a hint of jade and a speck of viridian
From within the Stygian fissure
Out sprouts an emeral butterfly piercing the stony cocoon
A dot of green in a sea of red and yellow dune
With hope and pride she rises
The scorching Sun and the billowing winds, her existence refute
Nevertheless she blooms, under the evil Sun's angry glare
Looking at the azulet sky with an unwavering and pure stare
Fate can't help but play it's trick
Off withers the little fellow
Fading into dust and ashes
But, within those forsaken wastes are the seeds of hope
Taking root and thriving on the ashes of generations past
One becomes two and two becomes many
A pinch of green to a patch of emerald
From seas of sands to a verdant paradise
A cracked seed in an abyss of hopelessness
Giving rise to a towering forest amidst ruthlessness.
Inspired from
The "Arrival of the birds" and "Transformation"
Two beautiful masterpieces performed by
The Cinematic Orchestra... and
The London Metropolitan Orchestra
From the album "Crimson wings-Mystery of the Flamingos"
