Ashes-Ashes

I am ashes ashes

A burnt out fire

Fury dissolved by waters of desire

Fragments frilled out of my bones

Chipped and shaped as liked to be known

I am ashes ashes 

A burnt out fire

Sunken by the promises of a liar

Settled down, my parchment heart

Veined out, dissembled and distort

I am ashes ashes

A burnt out fire

Waxing and waning, trying to acquire

Perfection, perception of a good human

Ways to restore my valour, my reflection

Mauled by soot of expectations

I am ashes ashes

A burnt out fire

Kindled still smoked out of pyre

Fumed and wasted, tired of trying

To spark a connection

Out of a fused out wiring

I am the remains, I am the cinder

I am ashes ashes

I am a burnt out fire

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Death and Deceased

If I believe that death be so beautiful

And the dead oh so powerful

Truth says none could ever escape the latter

And none would affect the very former

Erased by time if dead is now

Then what shall cause it to pain and bow

What shall cause it to gloom and doom

How shall glee matter?

If it ends too soon

Death, you say, no don’t say too loud

Afraid that it might come about

Undefeated and invincible

Unexplained and inevitable

Wonder then why so beautiful?

To devoid you off what you suffer

Be not afraid O’ brother

It takes your pain away

Frees your soul lets you sway

Frees your mind off your similar kind

In infinity as you lay

Descendants of star, here we are

We stay chained by shackles of time

Stained with the worldly regime

Don’t you want to be free?

O’ brother! Death welcomes you and me

We are her children

She made us run, have fun

We now need to return

She will protect us from hell forever

For we would never have to suffer 

The world is a bad place they say

Death be our friend anyway

Dead be a state so fulfilling

Like a mother and her child embracing  

Before I die Before I Die

Before I Die

I am not scared of the dark anymore 

I feed on it, as it feeds on my soul 

I am a learner, the surfer of waves

 Of highs and lows, I reckon my ways

 I dance on the fire, sparked by me

 I fool my mind into what it could be

 I become ecstatic and slide away

 As the fools sleep in night

 I celebrate my own day 

I sit by the flowers and miss the bees 

If the nectar be no more, the honey shall cease

 I blow the tendrils, the plant need not stay 

Let the wind blow with it, let it sway 

I kiss the night goodbye 

I welcome the dawn and light 

I see the sun blend with wind 

The cold and rough subside 

I rest with zest in grave

 Until I am no more 

The body I shall leave

 My spirit amuses in galore

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