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.