Better Scars

Behold my skin and my scars

They embrace one another

Like the twilight sky and the stars

Like there was no before; no after

Take a look at my battle scars

You can go ahead and laugh

They are testaments to my labour

Abiding ornaments to my triumph

Respect my callous scars

They conceal a pristine interior

Bruised and buried in the war

Tenderness lying in wait, never afar

My scars don't take cover under my garment

They stand and confront the midday sun

Like white sand washed up on the seafront

And I, am not obliged to run

I have better scars

They cannot be awaken or scared

I have stronger scars

They cannot be peeled back

I Need to Write a Poem

I need to write a poem

I seek the flight of a poem

I plead no rest till I wrest this poem from this pen


I need to write a poem to my estranged love

And poke the embers of a fire fading cold

If solely to prove there is no more to prove


I need to write a poem for a damsel I chanced on

A damsel who day after day haloes my spirit with a hello

A poem on how the world can have no more to ask for


I need to write a poem for my sister

Tell her I’ll make it in time for Christmas

And why I couldn’t be there for Easter


I need to write a poem on the war we wage

A crusade on a neighbor that will echo for ages

A bloody trail to drive between us a greater wedge


I need to write a poem on a heroine

On the day I awoke to the dimming of a setting sun

As a prophetess embarked, and a planet mourned


I need to write a poem on a king in the great desert

How he betrayed his subjects when they dared rebel

And how they rose to maim him in the dirt


I need to write a poem to my grandchildren

Recount them a tale of a time beforehand

An account of an existence ever more uneven

The Wanderers

We have traversed lowly earth

Gropped for the grand worth

Charred the wood of our youth

Sought out a heavenly truth

If only we could halt our fray

Give our minds and hearts a chance at play

Listen to the timeless prudence

Turned over at birth and at demise

A collective rhythm entombed in us

Thumping to rally our purpose

The only secret we will ever bear

One that would be splendid to share

Courage would uncover at our feet

To lead us on paths brightly lit

In spite of brief bleak shadows

We'd be prodded on by inner glows

Like assurance from the azure sunset

That tomorrow is indeed godsent

The Musing King

He had reigned unmoved on his throne

A medieval upheaval's brute stone

Hunched forward, like a sage

Eager to drink from a new page

A slit, a sail listening to seasons' wind

All around, singing a prayer for a flare of mind

Revering evenings' distant heights

Eavesdropping on nightly celestial lights

Diligently slipping on, the bold mask

Untangling alien cords, dawn till dusk

Enforcing a bullish decree of silence

An unyielding fortress of quiet assurance

Indeed, time brimmed the cup he had sought

Overflowing through dykes dug by thought

He stood, beheld far and below his dome

A road that already forked before his home

Picked his staff, for it had stood stout

When all about, had but trusted doubt

Bound his robe on on a rested shoulder

Ready for voyage, a conqueror's era

His earlier traps would be his abiding maps

His sooner triumphs would be his sterling caps

Yet another guileless late bloomer

Scouring within, for a redeemer

Set Me Free

Set me free

Let me be

Let me dream

Let me drop

Let me hope

Let me home

Let me run

Let me burn

Let me pay

Let me pray

Let me stray

Let me stay

Let me breathe

Let me freeze

Let me fly

Let me cry

Let me grow

Let me go

Let me flea

Set me free

To Infinity and Beyond

We bear a gift from the almighty

We bear within, an inimitable endowment

It glows and begs to be free

Like an eagle, eager to kick the nest


We owe our being to guard our thought

To be steered by steeled character

Our integrity will not arrive at nought

As boldly and earnestly we awaken a leader


We seek not to be, merely infinites

As daily we embrace a glorious ascent

But to gather, a little more valor than last night's

For a new climb, awaits at the summit


We bear a gift from the almighty

That need not meet an end

Share it day by day on the journey

Purpose to elevate it, to infinity and beyond

I Crossed a Line

I crossed a fine line

Now I can never return

All that was ever innocent

All that was resplendent

Bled out at the raging onset

Just like a sun beginning to set


I crossed an unseen line

Now I can never return

Where there was a smile

Hangs a fragile frame of bile

Where there was budding mirth

Reigns a friend's unforgiving wrath


I crossed a thin line

Now I can never return

I cannot peer at what's left

For fear of a sight amity bereft

I cannot stand to look back

For fear of a reality too stark


I crossed a redden line

Now I can never return

I can never return a glance

And face not a shred of grace

A mountain of ash set to the wind

Myriad alien crevices to find


I crossed a divine line

Now I can never return

The stream will not reach the sea

The leaf will no longer know a tree

A melody will no more be sung

Nor a promise from a tongue stung