poetry

~ Bum ~

~ Bum ~

“When your eyes hit me, I am transported,
out to foreign lands, to which I’m deported;
where I trek cross-country toward the coastline,
and hitch-hike down the highways of your mind;
where I wander through wilderness with no goal,
and sleep rough in the shipyards of your soul.
And each day when I watch the setting of sun,
I don’t care where I’m going, or where I came from;
‘cause when you look at me, I become the gypsy one,
happily lost in your world, like a drifting bum.”

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poetry

~ Days of Glory ~

~ Days of Glory ~

“The days when you are most alive are
when the demons are at your heel,
when madness becomes your vehicle,
when the gods sit on the edge of their seat.

The days when you are most alive are
when comfort and security are out of sight,
when the fear falls away into the dirt,
and the heavens linger on the horizon

The days when you are most alive are
when the script is torn into pieces,
when routine is eaten by chaos,
when normality malfunctions and
your soul is set bright ablaze.

The days when you are most alive are
the days that you will remember
the days that scold themselves into your heart
that burn forever behind your eyes
that haunt the hallways of your mind

they are the days of struggle and salvation
the days of risk and glory
the days that leave you smiling
as you sit content in old age
remembering how amazing it was
to have lived a life

worth dying for.”

 

 

poetry

~ The Mightiest Sword ~

~ The Mightiest Sword ~

“Pick up that pen and write like
you’re riding into war,
and the gods are on your front line

pick up that pen and write like
you’re an unknown gladiator,
and have the champion against the ropes

pick up that pen and write like
the monsters are closing in,
like words are the last line of defence

please, just pick up that pen and write
write the pain
the glory – the horror
write us the script of salvation

write like you’re the one to find us
the one to save us
the one to finally pull us out
the dark swamps of pain,
and lead us safely back
to the kingdom

of ourselves.”

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poetry

~ The Lion’s Roar ~

~ The Lion’s Roar ~

“There is a new age coming
I can feel it in the air
The winds of change will soon lift
A million minds out of despair

There is a new dawn beginning
I can see it in their eyes
The wilted flower will now blossom
And the caged bird will finally rise

There is a new adventure calling
I can hear the dying of the fear
The suppressed voices of silent souls
Will soon sing out loud and clear

Because now is the turning of tides
When the water cannot be beaten
Now is the time of great hunger
When the lions have not yet eaten

And the hearts of fire will see no more clouds
As sunlight returns to their kingdom
And the wild ones will roar out loud
As they claim back those lands of freedom.”

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