Here are all of the poems.
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The barren land around me tells a cryptic tale of suffering
I can't seem but to think that it still looks so much like home,
Without any lights, it's black in the night,
And I still see that I am alone.
I traveled long to get here and I've bled so many times
The pain can only tell me that I am still alive
Death comes not for me, today, in this bitter wasted place
I've faced my fears and come here to pray for guidance,
And for grace.
A year since I have left and I have done all that I could,
But I've forgotten of my home, not returning as I should
With old enemies to face here, my past still burns quite bright
Like a single lonely torch that is cast into the night
I am not the boy I was, no, I've turned into a man
Is it worse to lose such innocence - am I now like those in this land?
I devoted myself to purity, but blood is on my hands!
I will never wash these stains away, but that is not the plan.
Acceptance is the only way to deal with such misfortune
I was born to be here, now I can do nothing but lift the sword up
Strike again, break the skin, their will and spirit faltered
The fiends that plague my home will be sacrificed to the Exalted
Perhaps inside I was still a boy, a fool to be so merciful
Perhaps I wasted all this time coming here, trying to fulfill
My destiny, does it evade me? Have I erred in my ways?
Have I come to someone else's path and taken up their place?
The only way to go is forward, to my inevitable demise
The cold within my heart is there, but to it, I am wise
I will never let the burden overcome my sense of purity
Of compassion, or tranquility, when the time comes, you will see
I will be,
And I will be me.
The Circus
Animals prowl and skulk around,
Lions, tigers, screaming people abound!
Is this a bloodbath, I have found?
No! It is just the Circus!
The audience scream and yell with delight,
To the act thats takes place throughout the night,
Then suddenly, a Clown appears - what a fright!
Oh how I love it at the Circus!
Water squirts out of his chest-worn flower,
Covering the audience in a dark-coloured shower.
Have you ever seen such a display of power?
I have! At the Circus!
A volunteer, comes down to the ring,
And I promise to give him everything.
He need only roll the dice he did bring,
To see the power of the Circus!
Evens he will live the most wonderful life,
Odds he will suffer in torment and strife.
He is told not to gamble by his loving wife,
But greedily, he rolls in the Circus!
Oh how the dice fly through the air!
They total eleven, when you add the pair.
He pulls his hair out in despair,
And so his life ends, in the Circus.
So remember, Aabahran, you lack free-will.
Choices are but dice rolls, Lady Luck's thrill.
And you will all see, when you come of ill,
And quite unluckily, die in the Circus.
Silent Killer
O'Fool of Aabahran ye watch all from afar,
seeing fancy parties, as if locked in a jar.
Yer heart desires friendship, though yer
hand desires blood. Never ta meet yer
equal, never ta find true love.
So ye play the silent killer, hoping ta
make a name, but fool art thou for
playin', yer foolish hearted game.
When ye meet yer maker, ye will know
its name, though it will look back at ye
trying to forget the pain.
O'Fool of Aabahran, life is ta be lived,
ye take and take and take and take,
and now why don't ye give.
Woman of my Dreams
Alone I stand on what would be paradise
The warm surf laps at my toes as I aimlessly gaze over
The Great Sea
My thoughts bounce in and out of my mind
Thoughts of laughter, smiles and happiness
These thoughts are all of her
I don't even know her name
This paradise is incomplete without her
But alas she stand on another shore
Her smile smothered by the warm setting sun
Her voice lost in the sound of the breaking wave
Her eyes invisible in the midst of twilight
Her lips slip past mine without a touch in the tropical breeze
Still this distance does not hold back my feelings for her
My mind shifts back and forth through fantasy and reality
It creates story upon story dream upon dream
It also creates its own little worries
Worries of her just being a dream
Worries of it all just being a dream
Worries of a dream coming to an end
Loneliness just twists my mind's worries into fear
I struggle with my imagination, in its' overwhelming
Creativity
Creating her as just a dream
A figment of reality, but yet fantasy
I don't even know her name
I pull away
I attempt to accept her as something that could be real
I smile
My thoughts clear as a white foam of warm water
Rushes through my toes
Thoughts of her flourish with certainty, knowing it could be
A reality
A reality of us dancing together
A reality of how beautiful she looks
A reality of her smile
A reality of her gentle words
Thoughts switch to feelings
The feelings I could have for her
The special feelings I could have when she is around me
Feelings of happiness and smiles
Feelings of comfort and ease
The spectacular feelings
If only she existed, yet
At sight of her face
Authenticity of her kindness
In the presence of her charm
Then feelings of uncertainties
"Is she thinking of me also?"
"Does she share similar feelings as I do?"
"Why me?"
The feelings of fear
Fear of being to open
Fear of being hurt
Both sets of feelings would be strong strong
The happiness would be pure and true,
But the fear, again, strong
It would make some feelings not so easy to share with her
As with this, a foolish attempt at a poem
For a woman I may not ever even meet
For it would be all at waste if my imagination held the truth
It would all of been a fantasy of the dream she is
I can't help but wonder in the dark
How she would feel about me
Loneliness just tears my heart and twists my thoughts
It comes down to a single last thought
Reality or not, the thought of her makes me smile
Everlasting Voyage
My ship has sailed into the waters of open spaces
It's hull creeking with the souls of their faces
A destiny of unknown dreams and desires
Burning within me the embers from fires
Time is a never ending stage I have missed
My lips burning for the love of untouched lips
From those I have never known or kissed
I cannot see the dreams of those unknown shores
For my body is weakened by life's tasking chores
Still I search onward to understand what is meaning
Like a giant tree, aged and leaning
What will I find and what will it all mean
I look into the mirror and I am unseen
Can I be happy and can I have love
Graceful and beautiful as a morning dove
Like the wind that puts life into my sails
Like the skies of blue winding trails.
Life
Life is but a cycle of memories,
How is it we know we are alive, pain, pleasure, want, need,
Questions the ages have asked for some time,
Are we alive?
A pinch is a pinch, a punch is a punch.
These are not the things that define life.
I feel pain, I feel pleasure, I want, I need.
Am I alive?
Life is but a cycle of memories.
I am alive!
Not because I feel these things.
I am alive because I believe.
To believe is to feel pain.
To believe is to feel pleasure.
To believe is to want.
To believe is to need!
So why am I alive?
Because I said so.
I remember.
Life is but a cycle of memories!
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Awakening of the Vampire
The sun, brightest of celestial stars,
Alights upon the distance afars.
As it sets, a soothing blanket of darkness falls.
My ears perceive the midnight crys of the ocean gulls.
An owl hoots, a rat skitters,
Across the dark and barren ground.
Great monoliths are buried in the dirt,
Inscriptions etched by no normal man.
A high-pitched cry leaps across the sky,
All manners of creatures and midnight fowls,
Come hopping and soaring from their places of hide.
A marble slab hides me from this array,
They congregate in the center, round an angel petrified.
Made of granite, he guards the souls,
Of those departed men, long forgotten and dead.
The beasts chitter and chat,
Chat and gibber,
Gibber and sat.
Quietly they become, I peek over my abode,
Encircled the angel all is silent and stone.
The angel guardian, missing from his perch,
Lays in a heap beside the slab he once proudly stood.
Within the center, of this dull rock,
And entrance has appeared.
A chill escapes the opening, my skin raises in fear.
I approach carefully, fearful lest I tread,
Upon the stoney beasts and petrified dead.
The entrance way, a work of art,
Scriptures and symbols in the lining, edges of the door.
The entrance goes deep, widening into a hall,
Darkness creeps around me, it creeps into my flesh.
I press on, some madness has me taken.
The torches flicker and waver, not a breeze to be felt.
Suddenly I am upon a room, a tomb of some kind,
The chamber is grand, and only capable of holding some,
Important man for the heads of his victims litters the soil.
Looking up, there is no ceiling,
Instead it is the twilight sky that greets mine eyes.
The celestial bodies wink at me, secrets untold,
Secrets never or will be known.
The tomb begins to creak, a sliver of darkness,
Escapes from the casket.
Darkness surrounds me, all goes black.
Waking upon my back, neck numb and cold,
My movement is weak, not even my feet respond.
I lay there gazing at the universe,
Fire and ice spinning through time.
A red moon travels this lofty expanse, slowly it glides.
A dark shape flitters in the sky, towards the midnight moon,
along a cloud of darkness, it rides.