Driven

I am driven by desire,
out of control,
my heart is worked up
in a frenzy.
My nerves are frayed
my hands now shake,
age has killed my body,
but fuelled my hope.
my eyes are steel,
my will unfazed,
I will strong tall,
through sleet or rain.
no matter, no matter,
how many devils I face,
no matter, no matter,
how many bruises I take,
I will, oh I will,
complete my share,
in destiny’s tale.

Dark Truth

In the shadows of the cloak,

As the night clutches hold.

I hide thy bravery,

in their rotten smoke.

And in the face of destiny,

As thy fate rolls past,

I dance to the beat of my heart,

In a long forgotten melody.

My soul aches to tell you

To show thee the divine truth,

To lie beneath the morning sky,

And gaze at the cobalt blue.

As the lies bottle up,

It’s harder to open now,

My teeth are clenched with fear,

And my heart, an immortal cup.

The golden ichor seeps from wounds,

Invisible to the naked eye,

My blood line finally licked clean,

By power – hungry hounds.

My chest finally heaves,

Struggling with its last breath,

As my eyes move to the horizon,

To the light the sunshine weaves.

My gaze is tinted gold,

With a little scent of pine,

My cracked lips move in,

A silent pray to wings fallen cold.

The hero steps forward,

His hand on his silver sword,

His steed beside neighing,

It’s head held like a lord.

His eyes eye me warily,

His hand at the hilt,

Then with surprising gentleness,

He lifts me caringly.

He puts me down at a meadow,

I hear the far off fall of water,

And as the rubies of the crown fall,

They shatter the silent dough.

Then in forlorn hues of the past,

I sit beside the roaring Thames,

My essence slowly dissolving,

A mere shade at last.

Nobody Knows

Nobody knows it’s empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past 
Because I left you there…

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won’t even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here…

Nobody knows it’s painful.
They think that I am strong. 
They say it won’t kill me, 
But I wonder if they are wrong…

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains, 
Trapped in the mystery…

Nobody knows I need you. 
They think I can do it on my own, 
But they don’t know I am crying 
When I am all alone…

In life

In life moments come and go,

take your shot or you will never know.

Dreams they are true or not,

Depends if you take a shot.

But the minute goes it does not stop,

It’s never waiting; you have to take a shot.

You’ll get trampled, you’ll have to fall,

 But get up now; you’ll have to walk.

No matter the blows that will strike,

You will stand, it’s part of life.

But like a hunter waiting for the season,

You don’t wait long you will get the reason.

When it falls when it rains, it falls on all of us the same,

But after today the worlds gonna know your name.

And all it takes…

Is one man who has drive,

Determination in his eyes.

THe lonG DusTy ROaD…

A long dusty road diverged into a long dusty plain,

and upon this long dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road stood a vulture with long beaks,

and by this vulture with a long beak who stood on a dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road lived a big family of a thousand red ants,

and soon came a giant with a long dusty beard who was ready to crush this big family of a thousand red ants who lived by the vulture with long beaks which stood on a long dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road,

but swoosh came a sandstorm whistling through the air which made the giant with the long dusty beard who was ready to crush the big family of a thousand red ants who lived by the vulture with long beaks which stood on the long dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road,

but gods showed their mercy and the sandstorm which had staggered the giant with the long dusty beard who was ready to crush the big family of a thousand red ants who lived by the vulture with long beaks which stood on the long dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road,

but suddenly I woke up and couldn’t continue my dream about the sandstorm which had staggered the giant with the long dusty beard who was ready to crush the big family of a thousand red ants who lived by the vulture with long beaks which stood on the long dusty plain which diverged from a long dusty road.

To be or to not to be

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

Extract from Hamlet,

By William Shakespeare

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