Theory

I don't understand, look at you, look at me.
Look at us, how can this be where we are?
My perfect half, what delays our perfect story?
Trust my words, I've ventured lands near and far.


What exists here in the spaces between our souls,
It can't exist under any star in mysterious alien lands.
This unreal perfection born from our bond that holds
Our minds and souls like one each time we hold hands.


I don't understand, why would you retract your arm away?
Do you see something I do not? What has happened?
Tell me my love, no price too steep to make magic stay.
And stay it forever, beyond the angels heaven shall send.


But I need to know, is it a letter from my distance past?
Or is it yours? whose past does till today still haunt.
I need to know, you're the one I want as my last.
I swear to you, no ancient ghost could our fate daunt.


Tell me then, so I may hope to lay these spirits to rest,
What is wrong, what isn't right, what can't be right?
I need us to be, for nowhere else can magic exist.
I need to understand, I can't have another lonely night.


Your eyes look at me but your lips don't mouth a word,
You know the answer to this, you know you do, I know.
Speak, speak my love, let the truth within ears be heard.
For what we have can't exist, no matter where we go.


Yet you keep close to you a silence I know well,
A silence that offers no relief to my question.
Perhaps my soul was indeed from dark hell,
What else could explain earthly damnation.

Not Fiction

I remember a day buried in the past,
The day into a dream you breathed life.
Perfectly pure, not a single spell cast,
A promise of paradise to eclipse my strife.

Our path seemed the only road to follow,
Our beautiful future I witnessed in your eyes.
A future where warm light would always glow,
Where I fell for you anew at every sunrise.

I remember the hour I held you close,
Time had stood still as my heart raced.
An emotion so great has no word in prose,
To interrupt that hour I was in no haste.

I remember a day as if it were only yesterday,
A bird sang to the sky of your strange news.
It bid me to find and hear the truth you say.
I felt a crack as my heart's halves grew loose.

I remember the moment I spoke as if skies were blue,
To the news of the bird you gave your collaboration,
Your hand is held by another, you said it is true.
You had seen it as light, I can still see the scorpion.

I remember all the days gone by till today,
I see your arm my love, it's badly stung.
Take mine my angel, let me make it okay.
Leave the scorpion in the past, let our song be sung.

Bring back to us the shifted and delayed future,
Let me reveal to your eyes, the glory of you,
A scorpion can't, it can never be in his nature,
And mine, doesn't know how to stop loving you.

Breakfast

The long night was taken away,
By the sacred Sun's rise at East.
My stomach groans at new day,
This groan calling for a fine feast.

But I've only just woken and the air is cold,
My fingers were numb and my toes did shiver,
What peril could another few moments hold?
I thought as I held the blanket ever closer.

The air was far too cold, quilt could barely suffice.
I need the true magic to stop heat dying away,
My arm searched till memory made it realise,
No magic lay with me to help brace the day.

The memory cast a dark shadow on my mind,
As an icy breath left my lungs and my nose.
What feast could groaning stomach hope to find,
In the house where no magic nor angel ever goes?

Each second sent my heat to a deeper plummet,
The numbing fingers now a frostbitten burn.
Survival demands breakfast with an iron bullet.
Every day till to this house, heat and magic return.

Blacksmith - II

This furnace had never burned hotter,
My back is sore from shovelling coal,
This furnace's stomach holds hell's fire,
I must forge once again, my mettle's soul.


No mistakes now, the damsel is watching,
Ignore the aching back and place the metal,
It turns to clay in that which is scorching,
I need to forge it right, I'm watched by my damsel.


Let the mettle lay with fire as if they were lovers,
On the flaming furnace bed, they lay as one.
This mettle of mine seeks the highest of fires.
To receive fire's gift, the glow of the Sun.


Ready the anvil and ready the hammer,
The eyes of the damsel are upon me tonight,
This is life and truth, no lies, no glamour.
Each hammer strike emitting sparks of sunlight.


My mettle groaned and howled as it bent,
My arms grew weary but I would not rest,
My mind possessed by my damsel's scent,
Could not stop till mettle was bent best.


The mettle in water turned half the trough to steam,
As if a ghost exorcised from mettle left for the skies.
Burnt and bent, my mettle smoked a grey stream.
Now tell me my damsel ,is my mettle right in your eyes?

Blacksmith

The furnace rages with hottest flames,

Flames I stoked and sought to create.

This is my profession, my life, no games,

Each sword or dagger I forge must be great.

The furnace now burns just hot enough,

Hot enough for my metal in heat’s heart.

This is no mere metal, this is doubly tough.

To forge and bend my mettle, it is an art.

The metal glowed all over with orange heat,

This must be magnificent, this is no mere metal,

The anvil and metal screeched, at each hammer beat,

I must bend this mettle, for I dream of my damsel.

The dreams bound in darkness and fantasy,

Were maybe enough in my youth and fear,

But my hammer beats mettle absent mercy,

To pull those dreams from cloudy castles in air.

The mettle seems to be forged and bent well,

Anvil and hammer strike do make a fine team,

Rest the mettle in water, remove the heat of hell.

Hear the mettle hiss and birth a cloud of steam.

This feels right, the mettle feels fine,

The mettle may be just right enough,

For the damsel to want to be mine,

Beyond my dreaming’s cloudy puff.

Apocalyptic Spark

The World didn't drown in an endless flood,
The ground was never Red with Human blood.
The Red that engulfed the Earth was Hellish fire,
As the Demons rose to expand their empire.


No song rang of sense the day the World died,
No cave nor prayer could have helped us to hide
As the yellow Sun looked down with a Red eye,
While a Golden cloud got larger, taking the sky.


As the cloud Golded all the sky overhead,
A whiteness broke as Gold held back the Red.
The Golden sky now a bright white which blinded,
Till the white lessened and a shadow descended.


The shadow broke and splintered to pieces,
As the eyes recovered from the brightness,
They revealed to me a truly marvelous vision,
The shadows were Heaven's Angels, over a million.


They hurtled towards the Earth as if fallen,
As if seeking to leave craters, over a million.
But their wings flapped, what could this have meant?
Why has the Angels' flight embodied a hasty intent?


As they came closer to the ground and the Humans below,
The Red Sun burned a Red beam through Cloud and shadow.
The Red beam touched the ground before the Angels could,
And lit that patch of Earth on Fire as if it were dry wood.


The Angels flew faster as the flame burned high and hot and Red,
A new fire birthed as a new beam broke through to the World's bed.
Finally the Angels touched the ground and reached the Humans,
As they carried a Soul in each arm, back to the Golden gates of Heaven.


As they touched the cloud and turned around,
The tall raging flames let out a cold eerie sound.
I saw something deep in that burning Red,
It turned and twitched, a creation most twisted.


The Angels touched the ground and again carried more,
The Red flame burned shorter, the sound now a roar.
As the first Red flame burned out at birth of creation,
No fire, but a Red figure drew its first breath, Fire's demon.

Fiction - II

Come now my angel, one foot in front of the other,
Walk with me my love, leave what is behind even further.
Each step withdrawing the numb curse of this land of ice,
Each footstep away, a step further on the road to Paradise.

We must not lose a moment my angel,
We have each other, let us leave this hell.
The ice has thawed at this Sun's rise,
The Sun has revealed the road to Paradise.

The lifeless ice won't return in that west,
In the land of Paradise, can we stop to rest.
We shall find peace where hail's never poured,
We shall find it my love, at the end of Paradise road.

Time to go my love, say goodbye, time to be brave,
We can't come back, for we leave behind an icy grave.
To live under the warm Sun and the blue smiling skies,
To live on the soft green grass that lives in Paradise.

Come with me my love, that is where we must go,
I swear to you, Paradise exists, I've seen it, I know,
You need to come with me, the key exists within your eyes.
The eyes which hold the shine of the skies of Paradise.

Fiction

Come here my angel, no demons stalk the night.
Come here my love, take a breath, we're alright.
Come closer my angel, don't leave side nor sight
We can stay in, enough souls champion the light.

Come along my angel, this is a night for rest.
Fear not my love, place that head on this chest,
Come now my angel, no demon nor uninvited guest
Shall move us, far beyond Sun's drowning at West.

Come closer my love, feel our fingers touch and feel them intertwine,
Look at me my angel, let me see your perfect eyes and perfect shine.
Just stay tonight, don't lift your cascading hair off this chest of mine
And I won't remove the arm around your waist, holding your spine.

Come closer my angel, I have a song for you to hear,
Listen my love, for the song's notes, you make stir.
Closer my angel, against my chest press your ear
And rest to the song that's sung when you are near.

What I Know

This is all that I shall ever know,
This life is all I shall ever lead,
This world is all I shall ever know,
This heart is all I shall ever beat.


A world fractured by its citizens,
A home broken by a dark divorce,
A separation of humanity and humans,
Which moved us on an uncertain course.


A broken light unable to illuminate,
That which is hidden in darkness,
Each beat within pulses hot hate,
Each beat darkening dark's abyss.


A soul draws energy from its heart,
A heart that beats, lives and loves,
As hearts seek to do from the start,
A light that blinded darkest coves.


But who or what, over land and sea,
Burns the light at each pulse beat?
What mystical force or selfish deity,
Prevents light from burning complete?


There are no gods nor demons living,
Who touch the heart and stir it again,
To remove the dim and brightness bring,
No entity alive healed Man nor Woman.


There are no angels, winged nor fallen,
Whose enchanting harp and shining halo,
Could rekindle the fire of the light within,
What delays the lights last beam to flow?


An energy as powerful and pure,
As the one that burns under chest,
Only exists burning within another,
For a heart itself, heals a heart best.


But the world has been fractured and broken,
And the darkness has possessed the human core,
A light burned out, beyond its last dim lingering,
Replaced with darkness, each beat, with more.