A Final Memoir.

Alas, my imaginary friends,
Who wait and watch for evermore,
Silent in stoneless compassion,
Never being as cruel as the full moon.

Ending the chaotic chapter of mine,
In a book without a preface or end,
Still a ballad incomplete,
Slit with a pen brimmed with ink.

And so I close and wait to see,
My life to live, and only me,
Because I needed faith to fight,
Endless continuation of dark night.

With fragments of my mind damaged,
Beyond comprehension and repair,
Ranting on some broken pages,
Seen by no one and everyone.

So my friends, I hope you enjoyed your stay,
Even well to see you for less than a day,
And I saw much more in myself than expected,
So don't you worry or cry no more.

Heaven isn't that far gone,
On the horizon now,
Not today, but tomorrow,
And off I go.

I Lost A Friend.

The thundering aura of death is hollow,
With the rain soaking a line of faith,
Compacted into warriors of peace,
And ironies for death increase.

Fighting for men never seen,
Dying only for acquainted comrades,
Only smiles appear when the battle is won,
Only when enough die for nothing.

Dying for those who may never fight,
Sacrificial innocence requires faith,
Wishing war did not exist,
Time will always wait.

Her Name Was Sarah.

Young souls with scarred hearts,
Broken and turned with infinite hope,
Mirages and delusions of what should be,
A homage to those who have eloped.

Yet it is far too hard,
For some who wish to try,
Because it is difficult to fathom,
Those who would use love to die.

Tidal Wave.

Focus on the goal, you almost have it,
Swimming further and further,
You've almost got it!

Then a wave passes.
You drown.

It's prounounced A-YUO-STAT

Spirals, spirals, gone for lost,
Stepping to the path past,
Reminisce about yesterday,
Following no bounds.

Maritime.

Younger and younger,
They fall in line from influence,
Becoming something they will come to regret,
Come to hate,
Come to know,
Come to die.

Liberia Night.

Lengths of rivers unseen,
Dust sparkling in midnight silence,
Suns of hope about to rise,
The night clings to it's reign.

The hope is crushing for most,
Bad times to follow in wake,
Fighting once again,
They posses tired minds.

Memories Of The Immortal.

Shared blame was my mistake,
Coming on too strong as hope,
As fragment as boredom stands,
The meaning remains unclear.

The Last Day.

Dust born echoes past the glorious time,
Reflections of the good deeds of past years,
No looking into the future for speculation,
Only today, this morning, afternoon, and night.

Fate gives us denial for the pain in the future,
Because whether you believe in it or not,
It was supposed to be, even this moment,
And the mobius is infinite.

Bloodier Days...

Brother,
Brother,
Toil and smother,
With the best intentions for faith,
There they go,
Over yonder,
Running into their graves.

Here comes Ajisukitakahikone...

The threshold approaches with full force,
With the panic and paranoia overwhelms,
Wishing to infuse friction for unknown conflict,
And you brace to take the full force.

It is too late to run or hide,
Its mind set on full destruction,
And hence only fate can tell,
So it is not your fault.

Rely on fate for tomorrow,
Let all worries go to hell,
What happens tomorrow,
Will happen.

The Back Road.

There was once a lonely boy,
Who named a world to his own whim,
Pretty self explanatory, but far from mandatory.

He knew, he knew the fragments to collect,
To make sense between fiction and reality,
So he lived as he died in fantasy.

It was this that proved the true price of bliss,
Only possible by fantasy,
Yet cruel world would still choose to kill him.

Hermóðr.

The wavering arrows that miss their target,
Symphonic in their crowding irony,
Blessed in purpose for infinite strife,
Blessed be the omniscience of faith,
With the trials and forgotten tribulations,
Forged by calling fanatics for yearn,
But the memories will persist,
Longer than the confusion of combat,
Such being intricacies of forever fate;
Yes, those arrows shall waver.

Falling Behind...

The waves, the waves,
Fought with boredom,
Lack of creativity,
Plagues Everyone.

Atropos Entwined.

Fate and destiny entwined,
Unprecedented with unknown,
Given only to what we don't see,
And we have so much faith unknown.

Limn Details.

There they go, off on their lives to live,
Ours are still in motion, slowed my age,
Our hopes and dreams run with them,
Our blood and soul courses through them.

Some will never feel this, never know it.

For those who choose this path, it is pity.

Such is the path of one author.

Aeon.

The end of another eternal day,
Another longest nightmare,
That new dawn is too far away,
Etched and laced with pure hope.

The night is cool and breezed,
Flowing through like a companion,
It wraps you in gentle arms,
And calms your soul with silence.

The day wreaks your usual peace,
Breaking monotony with new tasks,
New pains that will kill you there,
And so we dread.

Leminiscate.

I met up with a good friend,
Not that good you understand,
He sold things to lives ends,
He sold me one to lend a hand.

When you look down and see,
How can life end so very fast?
Only depression, suicide, misery,
And here is the abandoned outcast.

Where is your faith now?
Where is your savior?
Where is your family?
What is this kind of behavior?

Black Autophoby.

They had the faith for days,
Compunction with their souls,
The spirits with no guide,
This was their misery.

They walked what nature gave,
Through the cold and heat,
With great conviction they won,
Died in their cause for only one.

Disjointed, broken, faithless,
Hated, weighted, lacking,
Sadness, greatness, tasteless,
And the fools think it shocking.

Honorificabilitudinitatibus.

This was not the path we set out,
The crushing unpredictability,
This one no longer believes about,
And then there she came.

It seems like the only thing to live for,
Not really faith in humanity now,
Wring the noose and fly with a smile,
Nobody blames you; take a bow.

Nudiustertian for Life.

He did not want this for himself, no;
Not this unexpected and broken dream,
The roses that bloomed in his backyard,
The things he experienced made him scream.

No, he could not escape, not that path,
Walked a million times before tonight,
And every passerby just doesn't care,
Well just because his companion is moonlight.

That rock is bright tonight, very blue,
Almost a shade of cobalt outspread,
And even though only he can see it,
It would always be enlightened red.

Unendlichkeit.

The days of infamy are beyond us,
Dusk covering the lonely sky,
Acid rain extinguishing the earth,
With the gazes in the sea of flames.

We were born here,
We shall die here,
For infinity and the zero are the same,
We are one to live and die.

Blunders.

There are far many consequences,
In this thriving and dying days,
Where the sun is too hot,
The winters are too cold,
And some are tired of loving.
Living.

Pure.

There is eternity in the snow,
Passion in the sky,
Waiting for the spark to breath,
Waiting for the one blessed night.

We are civil,
We are right,
We are human,
Blood tonight.

Funeral.

At every turn, more and more,
Watching awaiting, ailing,
Bleeding, crying,
What he told me;
That man in a black robe.

I can smell him.

Reverse Wing Technology.

Fixed views and fixed ideas,
Fixed wings with fixed death,
Does music follow one note?
Does humanity follow one dream?

Peace on perched eagles,
Flying to live or die?
Who would dare ask such questions?
Questions of eternal unknown.

noitcarfeR.

Look to the cobalt night,
At the night sun blind,
To the dark blind light,
The blind is unkind.

The dreamy moonlight,
The kind is very blind,
The dark light at night,
The cobalt night is unkind.

Behind You!

Back, get back to your low position,
Back, get back to the life you know,
Back, get to the diving board into oceans,
Back, get to the detonator of zero.

Seele.

I need you to bleed for me,
So that you and I will see,
This life is full of hope and misery.

Look at the flame on the horizon,
Burning through the skyline,
It's time.

Pater noster, qui es in caelis...

Forgive us father, for our sins,
We find our own gates to paradise,
As we bow and sing our hymn,
Deliver us from our abundant vice.

Our gate is our gate to cross,
So others shall meet in thy heaven,
As we gaze into the seas of chaos,
Hallowed are those who are chosen.

الحرب

How many more will die?
In pointless wars of man,
Built on deception and lies,
Finding all the young fans.

Greed and arrogance plague us,
Using our idea as a excuse,
Watching all die with all some,
Burning with unknown muse.

シーン

Nothing of luck and steel,
Going down to pray and kneel,
Breaking barriers every day,
Just to watch equality.

You're no better but equal,
Some are more equal than others,
But that really does not satisfy,
Just to make you cheat and lie.

The storm's on the front.

نمي فهمم

The sun sets on my hallowed street,
All noise and cold silenced,
Here loneliness and darkness meet,
The silence roars with quiet.

The black azure make cobalt,
The dreams are crimson blood,
Parents saying its not your fault,
This blood belongs to your son.

Spare Change.

The woman walks on high shoes,
Waiting to be swept off in day,
Trying to just go straight through,
And satisfy in every way.

The man acts like he won't care,
And goes rampant in his ways,
He won't go ahead and stare,
The one charade he can't fake.

The moon will howl at them,
The sun will force new plans,
Burning eyes like gems,
Love will fold them in soft hands.

Удачи!

Look at the fragmented monster,
This has become in entirety,
Nonsense and spectacle galore!
Wanting freedom in death,
Because happiness is much more!

Your eyes will soon bleed,
If you do not go and sleep,
Watching you in your corner,
Is your death, savior I seek.

Aylissia.

For those willing to listen,
Have hearts of compassion and heart,
Those willing to talk,
Have neither strength or heart.

Such is the inaccuracy and rampancy,
Of a bored person,
With too much time on his hands.

Forced.

The sickness of the man,
Is his unwillingness to fight,
He will die and struggle,
He will die with no memory.

Does it matter if you knew him?
Or that you know it happens everyday?
Is this what you want for Earth?
Is this what you want for yourself?

Perfect Soldiers.

And the hell hounds will bite him,
The angels will hold in their arms,
Caring not whether he loses or wins,
Not caring about all possible harm.

He likes being expendable with strength,
The orders and the exploding sounds,
Devoted to one duty to any length,
Rising when fate beats him to the ground.

Abaddon,

Go to the place where men once fought,
The depths of hell and the image of fear,
The peace and prosperity these men sought,
So that their children will live another year.

The apple is black as Eve once picked,
And Adam watched by in pitched quiet,
Humanity is the stonewalled conflict,
War is the abyss awaiting riot.

We we live and we will forget the past,
As we draw power from it and not it from us,
We struggle to understand the contrast,
So we pray to be forever blessed.

The Great Escape.

There's a laugh behind the doors,
Walking smoothly like the flowers,
Still in that vase changed like a whore,
I turn around as that sound cowers.

Turn the lock, turn the key,
Open to see that window core,
Behind me filled with misery,
Looks like going out is a chore.

What happened to the sun,
It was sunny just a moment gone,
Gone without the glory and fun,
Tonight is going to be far too long.

The Anarchist Cookbook Vol. 2.

There is nothing but the wings of destiny,
Twined in a bird perched on shoulders.

They sing their song of peace and joy,
And understanding through patience and virtue.

These birds are shot down, bleeding on their flight.

Such is the cost of governments and society.

It's Friday Tomorrow.

Oh weeks and weeks of no end,
Hurt my feelings more than my body,
And I'm tired of carrying on,
When I no longer recognize myself.

That mirror is not broken,
Nor should it be,
The reflection of a damaged soul,
And what he should really be.

Workout Day.

There's nothing I can say,
Nothing I can do now but wait,
Starting out as a minor in life,
Having nothing but my way.

Unstoppable, impenetrable,
Hard-presses to the core,
Sweating bullets forged,
Making his own little lore.

Disjointed.

The deliverance, calm with flow,
Flawless execution of power,
Entrails of the old regime,
Going faster for sanity of slow.

The confusion rebirth,
Falling on deaf ears of sons,
Rebellion for sanctity of ours,
No mention of honor or mirth.

The Hills Are On Fire.

Fallen for compunction,
Without reason nor function,
Walking in circular logic free,
No one cares enough to see.

Walking toward that black light,
Fueled by terror and fright,
running from help and friends,
Convinced the cycle will never end.

Just die.

Pray For Salvation.

Why do you look at me like that?
Why do you read this like you know,
That sense of self desire,
Of knowing, climbing higher?

Undefined values with me,
Unexplainable forces of nature,
We can do little to change condition,
Why can't you see, and pray with me?

Agnostic.

God have mercy on my soul,
No one down here will,
Because I wish for peace still,
Never to happen in your image.

But I don't know,
We still fear the unknown,
No evidence of your home,
And I've lost some faith.

Faith in myself is gone,
Like the origin of man,
The sin to be had,
Etched in a million minds.

Coyote Moon.

My boredom has lead me here,
Called the coyote moon without call,
Broken up with howls and moans,
Open everyday in summer and fall.

There is no pleasure or pain,
No stares or accusing glares,
Just people wanting company,
Interest is the only fare.

Come in in you want,
We'll all go together to this home,
This comfortable place we know,
Where nobody is ever alone.

I Know the Marquis De Sade is laughing.

The tides have changed.

Like war, peace is existent but impossible.

One cannot live without the other,
Our lives tangled in between,
Caught in a war we don't want to fight,
But you can't come clean.

Underwater Memories.

Do you have to show me you care?
That there is an angel to hold,
A reason you could not fly,
The rain will let you cry.

And all those things you said were true,
Compounded with compunction in eternity,
For the nights that scream at my heart,
We live to die and death until we part.

Desdavodya.

The air is calm with electricity,
The night before the hurricane,
I can show you oceans of blood,
Bathed in eternal flame.

I'm right behind you,
Every step of the broken way,
Following you for your strength,
So that the angels may pray.

You don't know me,
But I would die for you,
Isn't that the truth,
Just another hero?

Bleeding Pupils.

Lines and lines of men in unison,
All dressed sharp and full of life,
Justified in a reason to teach sons,
And suppress free thought.

Singularity is a joke none can talk,
Every movement is a metaphor,
Watched while we run and walk,
The microscope on us all.

It sounds like me.

Ad Infinitum!

Change in the winds gone,
For the new dawn empties today,
For our new hopes and aspirations,
Nothing evil shall remain.

Our hopes will be fulfilled,
To the greatest extent we know,
To let us fight the good fight,
For liberation infinite.

The American Dream.

The inevitable freedom of words,
Speak for the freedom of actions,
When the people are oppressed,
And it is what's right, not thought.

We our ourselves to many,
Striving for personal liberation,
Fighting for the biggest inch or any,
Finding our forever vocation.

Domestic Disturbance.

I ask if anything's wrong but you stare,
Not into my eyes of compassion and worry,
But into the abuser who long stopped to care,
Your conscience tells you to hurry.

You've taken a million hits,
All stronger than the last,
The dark pathway is lit,
It happens far too fast.

I will stand behind you,
When you cry in fury and shame,
I know what you are feeling too,
You are not ever to be blamed.

Debate.

Words as weapons are stronger than steel,
It makes you strong, it makes you feel,
The strongest discuss their ways,
Not caring for criticism or praise.

Our duty is to expose the crimes,
The atrocities of our times,
The moral choices that make us humane,
Needless to explain.

Beautiful Hills.

The beautiful hills, the beautiful hills,
Watching in the looming sky,
They stand tall, silent and still,
If they could talk, would they lie?

The hills are silent but echo,
By wind and rolling force,
Seen by our ancestors long ago,
To witness history in its course.

We the echoes soon will speak,
Off the hallowed ground walls,
The salvation we forever seek,
As our echoes are heard by all.

Protest Flame.

Persistence is the key to go,
Come and gone high and low,
No peace for you tonight,
Let me show you how to fight.

We run into the blazing flame,
Invincible with our might,
Nothing should stay the same,
We knights make it right.

We wear no armor on us,
Holding two blades in hand,
Fight as brothers in trust,
We oppressed make a stand.

Ad Infinitum, Semper Invicta.

Through hardship to the stars same,
With courage and wisdom I knew,
Into the smoke, flight to the flame,
We who die now salute you.

Setting Change.

I am an knight of peace,
Burned and born in flame,
The beaming sun will not cease,
And nothing is ever the same.

It's time to run and change,
As the light travels fast,
Shooting beyond our range,
To make these changes last.

The moonlight beams off me,
With the looks into my soul,
Looking at my past, my misery,
Before my time I've grown far too old.