deadmanswill

Crossroads and crossed emotions

2012-02-01T07:07:00.000-08:00

Crossroads and crossed emotions

Looking to move ahead…to another level

But an angel in my path

Is she stopping me?

Is she here to take me higher?

I ask the Masters and Guides

They say she’s a gift

I want to jump into the abyss

And take the path to nowhere

Would she let me?

Death is good, but near death is better

Why am I yearning for it?

Why do I want to be sure?

When I advise faith for all

Would I be ashamed of writing this?

Or would I look back with fondness?

Time will tell

But I need to go

Time for me to move on

Breaking away is difficult

How do I crack the shell?

And look within!

One path looks like two

Honey coated confusion

Limbo is desirable

For if the paths are really two

The choice will sting

Why this?

Why now?

What’s she teaching me?

Who’s this angel?

Violins are screaming in pain

Flutes are bleeding

When the drum beats

It’s time to move on

Death is fleeting

Death you can’t beat me

For I am coming back

After seeing the heavenly carnival

Garish and gruesome are the costumes

The gods are glorious

They bid farewell

All but one angel

Who is meant for me to keep

But to what end,

I have no clue

Mothmen

2011-11-07T21:55:00.000-08:00

Between the beating wings of a moth
At the end of a rainbow
Inside dead man’s heart
Outside the known Universe

Lies a kingdom without a king
Filled with war cries
And smeared with imagination
This fleeting realm lasts but a second

But in that space of time,
Coming from an eternity of hopes
Outliving time, breaking beyond space,
Creatures come forth; Creatures from beyond

In every wink of an eye
They pour forth in billions
To perish instantly
But not before the mischief is done

Grotesque and dismal
They spin our world
In myriad emotions
And varied hues

They are not to be seen
By a naked eye, or otherwise
But you can hear their glee
In a tortured soul’s cry

Everything the eye perceives
Every emotion we feel
Is their creation as they endlessly spin
Our world around us

Every creature is unique
Never to be born again
They care not for survival
They just spin once and die

Fool is a man who thinks
The world is under him
And he is the master of emotion
Only the very wise know

It’s the Mothmen
That fill us and make us
That fill the world and make it visible
But for them we are inexistent!

The Insane Man

2011-11-04T04:04:00.000-07:00

The top is spinning, and the line

That runs through it is still

In that centre lives

A man; ignorant of himself,

Entombed by four walls,

The walls are spinning

He is the Insane man;

Being born again and again

But never dying

There he lays unmoving

Caught between life and death

Stuck in the midway

He is the insane man,

A dead mans’ dream

Steeped in sin

Smeared in blood

Sticky and sick

A man

Who has become his

Own shadow

He is the insane man;

Falling into abyss

But never hitting the bottom

His eyes are dead

Blinded by unrealized dreams

His body is decaying

Eaten by moths

But his lungs are breathing

Breathing in rot

He is the insane man

Death is beckoning him

But he has no strength to move

The walls are crumbling

The top is spinning

The man within lies

Undying, unmoving

He is the insane man

And epitome of ignorance

All Is Not Over Yet

2011-11-04T03:58:00.000-07:00

Death has taken its toll

On your near and dear

It has in its grip

The people and their fear

You’ve felt the joy once

You now feel the pain

Sorrow in your heart

And tears in your eyes

You’ve seen pain

You’ve experienced it

You heart’s been broken once,

Twice and thrice

You’ve felt the pain in your bones

Emotion in your throat

Fear torturing your mind

Pain wringing your heart

You’ve seen life and its vagaries

It’s whims and its fancies

It’s humour is not to be escaped

But to be endured and understood

You’ve seen a lot

You went through more

But rest not weary man!

Life’s not over yet

You’re not through yet.

There’s more to come

Save the tears

Joy is ahead

And so is sorrow

You started a fool

But you’re no wiser

Life is in understanding

And not in giving up

What you’ve seen is just the tip

The bottom’s deep

And the journey’s long

Time is waiting to escort you

It sticks along

It makes you a wise man

Life and your breath are all you have

That you can call yours

Till the journey’s end

Fear not death

For a coward never lives

Wait no more

Take it ask it comes

Quail not; Complain not

Life is yours

Blame is not to be shared by others

More is to come, wait for it

Come what may, it is for you

It’s yours, your memories

Your past and your future

Be proud of it, raise your chin

What you’ve seen is unique

What you’ll see is so too

It’s yours, it’s the only thing yours

Let the tears flow

Tears of joy; Tears of pain

For washing is what it takes

To come out clean at the other end

Look forward to life

And welcome death when it comes

Pain and pleasure go hand in hand

Take one, other comes home

Pleasure spoils, pain cleanses

Make your choice

Don’t be a fool

It’s your life, it’s your choice

The wise are dead; you are on your own

To err is human, learn to make a mistake

Learn to realize, have courage to be wise

For the wise are no cowards

And fools not brave

The top is spinning and the time is fleeting

Make your choice before the top falls

Before it’s too late

It’s never too late so long as you live

But remember the Lord of Death

For he’s never late

You cannot defy him

But you can learn to welcome him

With a glad past behind

Death is never a pain

Be proud of your life

But never too much

Humble and strong

Get up and face it

Learn from the wise

For Fool’s Paradise is not forever

You come out, you’ll feel the pain

The world is not cruel

Ever ready to bear your weight

Learn to live, learn from the dead

The wise are dead

But their lessons aren’t

God’s smiling

So you still have a chance

Life’s not over yet,

You’re not through yet

And all’s not over yet!