A Dream within A Dream

I saw the memory of a warrior once lost in war,
He couldn't recall where he first came into it all.
Within his dream there was the dream of eternal peace,
But he can never fulfill what was within it.

For once he cried the tears of mercy,
For once knowing he came to a point of no return,
The roads that he traveled seemed distant from all,
His reality crumbled just to watch himself fall.

The voice in his heart strong but yet weak,
What was the voice saying, he could not speak of it.
Never once he knew how she felt,
The day he left in order to follow his assuming heart.

She always lingered but never there,
Fear the day she'll leave just to make him lose what was never there.
The fear so familiar as of his enemies,
This was her without intentions known to fear.

That warrior came back for a little while,
Just to see her passing him by,
Not knowing who he was but a distance memory,
Just like his dream within a dream... full of endless miseries.

Memories Robbed

The picture of us faded away.
It trimmed the edges of our shadows,
What does it mean, oh what does this mean?
All the thoughts I had all faded away!

Common cry for the nature so blind.
Could it be that after dark I'll forget ever walking this path?
Oh shadows please have mercy on my dying heart,
My dreams once complete but now the shadows torn them apart.

In a dark room with a pen and a paper,
Trying to write what has been lingering in my mind,
There is nothing, no memories of sort for me to savor,
A sad goodbye to years of a beautiful reality left forgotten.

I see myself struggling in the hands of time,
Trying to remember our every moment for awhile,
All the days we shared with memories made to keep,
But now the shadows came and robbed them away.

Forsaken was my trust in the future to come,
Just knowing that memories are easily taken away,
Trust no longer speak of it's meaning in my everyday,
As tomorrow comes, my memories will be once again burn to dust.

Truth and Lies

Lies within the sacred heart,
Oh how delicate the world is.
A flower blossoms on summer’s night,
A child’s been taught what’s wrong or right.

Tomorrow’s troubles became today’s fear,
Of sorrow within, happiness disappears.
Tell me now, oh sweet child, what have you learn?
What is it about life that brought to your concern?

A mother’s womb speaks the future of the world,
But on its very own, life tends to swirl and twirl.
On his own, dreams come true but never will be fulfilled,
When the day comes, he’ll know the truth for real.

Seek within your heart, one will always be told,
But what is it we’ll find when we were never preached upon?
Can one’s true heart be on the edge of forgiveness?
When just one very simple lie tore the truth out of its sockets.

Can it be that humans rely on instincts to speak the truth?
Or lies are told for shelter he seeks in its roots?
Can it be that humans preach god-fearing sermons?
But the truth comes only at the end of one’s purpose.

Oh sweet child, tell the angel the truth for your being,
Condemned your soul will be if a lie turns out to be a truth never told.
Sit on a bench on the golden field,
Now feel the world turn its back upon you for a truth never revealed.

Death, the irony to Life

Death, the irony of life,

Why can’t it leave without a trace?

Shattered moments to the living day of my last breath,

Change my soul as it shall seek its unforeseen happiness.

Grey as the time the sun fades its colours away,

The loving memory once lived but now left just in my train of thoughts.

Wishing well, oh, now tell me that no colour existed…

A tree stood still in the woods with lies from a confessor,

Beneath that branch was a history now lost amongst the real world,

Oh tell me now, sweet angel, who shall be next?

Call upon the gods of the heavens, have mercy on a peaceful soul,

Before it fades without recognition among the people it knows,

For once, listen to its words whole,

Judge fairly before deciding where its soul will go,

The existence phase after life where it couldn’t be told…

Evil

Unspoken dreams died through the theory within my mind,
Counting stars made easier for the bloom of evil night,
Tranquillity of my mind blemished with sorrow,
Let it be that tomorrow fall apart in treacherous will.

Condemn was once my soul for an angel to keep,
Evil within brought hunger for lust, not love.
Count the days now child, when will that be?
Till you meet eye to eye with the devil within.

Philosophy once told by the living soul,
Now where does it stand with the theory, oh behold!
Fear kept the dawn far upon its sunlight may bloom,
As blatant as a myth, loneliness justifies the sorrow of the night.

When thousand needles pierce through the joy once held together,
What was once whole, now shattered, torn and tormented.
Can it be that lies give birth to the new beginning of a forming truth?
Can reality take its toll in the world where evil never relinquish to unfold.

The moonlight shines into the waters of the dying earth,
The trees caught the breeze of the lonely winter,
The flower blossoms like a mother's first birth,
The ray of light came, portraying early summer.

The tender smile of a knight forced into desertion,
For once, were the eyes looking into damnation?
Favourable moments end into silence,
The silence broke the remaining darkness of brightness.

The angel cried, 'oh, help me great knight',
But night came into day only to steal its light,
Where the earth rumbles and the roots of the trees twitch,
Can that lovely evening once again surface?

Turn around was the angel who stared into darkness,
The knight waved farewell and left the place unimaginative,
For there will come a time that will happen in tomorrow,
Where the earth joins hands with heaven and hell left standing substantiative.

Hush...

Shadows slim, walking every corner of the walls of my room
As rained poured long and hard outside my window of life
Hear the thunder storm banging loudly in the greyish skies,
Wonder when it falls to earth in a hard quake like
Treasures unfold in my mind to keep
The fiery moon kept the sun complimented
But the stars a far distance for the soul to relate
But then its brightness kept shinning down to earth

A stepping stone at the edges of the water bank
Sat a lively bird singing praises to the windy night
Thunder strike, it was kept safe from sight,
It sat majestically without doubt in the world
I smiled of the sight of its wings at its sides
Of that sound of a high note reached perfectly in tune
I wish I was that bird of freedom known and relief from the worseness dread of the world
Knowing no harm from surroundings
Just free to roam the earth from the north to the south
Gently flapping my wings up North beyond the northern lights
Out of sight again from the world known popular for the night

Wind blew stirring endless whirly winds around my yard
A spirit is near but so far yet to touch
Clutches my heart was fear of that dreadful moment
Where the earth will stumble in the hands of the Almighty above
Leaving a storm finishing the earth with its strongest moment
I dread the day of the earth’s independence from the rotation around the sun
Where earth no longer meet the moon and the sun as the angry eye
Melted away the living, the dead raised to see the shinny spot of heavens above
The ray of light so beautiful as it shines through the clouds
Kept the spirit wondering of what’s life after death to come next
Joining the sea of doubts were the tears of a troubled soul

Mesmerizing the moments of its past
To the deep end of that sacred heart that left unfold
Joyful moments gave in to a grey spot where black and white doesn’t matter any longer
The loafer’s soul unworthy to be kept lingering
Taken away were its memories and its sins so highly unaffectionate
Gone were the moments of being and becoming
Unfinished businesses were fulfilled and time to crossover
Last goodbye to the earth, floating towards darkness forever
Smile to the earth where heavens no longer stay separated

Come into the hands of angels who give you a roam of the enchanted land
Take a pick of the countless rooms where Romans stepped foot into
The French who took part in the dine and wine
The Italians babbled tenderness and romance
The Greeks took part in their daily routines in the symposium
The Asians aside lingering in the midst of the conversations
The rest sat around with wine and water and grapes and apples
Now what a delightful site it is with Gabriel at the podium
Joined in by Ezekiel and the others
God stood hand in hand with the successors of the earth
Now dreams could only be dreams with reality at its side
Wake to the morning while the rain still pours
Wake to the sun that rises and sets in the dusk