Mundane

The day mundane and gray as the skies above us, 

the monotony of life surrounds us,

How reason can survive this all.

The weak bond of life, lingers there,

In endless struggle of our world,

Continue moving as time turns us to ash,

brings dreams and hopes to ruin and despair,

The future here if only we dare.

Windows

The windows darkens,

the vision blurs,

Our time surrounds us,

as death occurs,

A chance so small,

of happiness for all,

the time takes it's toll,

Before the final fall...

Dust

A speck of dust,
brought to life by rust,
propelled by lust.

Consuming flesh of fallen,
Whose energy we've stolen,

Await till ash claim us,
nothing left to blame us,
the world shall not wait for us,
As we are nothing but dust...

Immured

The days are passing by,
The years have gone them by,

Yet life is still behind the walls,
No murals to reflect,
No wonders to perfect,
But for mistakes we must correct.

To wait the bell shall call,
And wakes us after we fall,
And thoughts of new it will install,
It's presence enslaves us all.

The warden comes to us each day,
It yells instructions to obey,
We toil in profound dismay,
So eat we can just for the day.

The mind in walls,
Time takes its tolls,
Each passing day it wanes and dulls,
Few colors it recalls.

Await us all till freedom comes,
before to death our life succumbs.

Tormented be our husks in vain,
We wait till time our bodies drain.

Time

The lines of age, has graced your face,
Life has passed, in fleeting pace,

A memory of life lived,
Creeps up in to the consciousnesses relived,

A youth long gone adores the walls,
The memory of past we try, ignore,

Yet life awaits no soul,
It's consumes as fire, do coal,

The memories will fade,
As we have all, a final date,

Then nothing will remain,
But dust and energy obtained,

A short existence we are granted,
Remember those that have departed...


R.K.

Toil

Thrown into the cage of glass and steel,
Shambling into the rooms without a feel,
Torturing the seat, how much more to deal.

Staring blankly at a window moving,
Thought escapes, the mouth drooling,
Glassy stare of people soothing.

Pulp of wood exclaiming void,
word machine, buzzing, annoyed,
A blob of ink the pulp destroyed.

Drowning noise of crowds demanding,
Timeless meeting they attending,
The walls emptily lamenting.

A color wall screams,
no more of color it dreams,
The light flickers and dims.

Stale drink in cup remains,
Bitter taste of cakes complains,
An air so foul it wanes.

Chimes the clock, its note of last,
as roaches fleeing the outcast,
Remember not my mind this past.

The rivers thick with boxes,
Screaming at each other as oxes,
Tomorrow this again, oh the paradoxes.

Steps

Forget the wind of shiny stars,
Forget the memory of scars,
Forget the pain that brought you here,
Forget the people that are near.

Embrace realities of life,
Embrace this fine eternal light,
Embrace forgotten and the damned,
Embrace this hollow empty hand.

Accept mirage as truth of god,
Accept this blinding false facade,
Accept the pain that life does bring,
Accept this final morning spring...

Torment

Is my time has gone with vengeance,
drowning time and strength,
wrath has come to bring no more -  of this indifferent pain,
avenge me, torment of my dread.

The Name

His name is silent to our ears,
His name brings darkness trough our fears.

His name rings loud in hearts of men,
His name forges bodies and breaks them when,
His name is uttered inside of stars,
His name is found in empty hearts.

His name forgives eternal sins,
His name forgets our meager wins.

His name not spoken in forever,
This name has doomed us all together.

Rage

For shadow depths of pain I crave
To free me from this maddening rage
Deliver freedom to the frame
And bring salvation to the brain
Engulf the mind with arms of fire
Forgiving this, my bleak desire.

Stellar fire

In blazes of fire we shall fade,
With ignorant hardiness will brave.

To stop this wave of cleansing we shall fail
and let the cosmic forces to prevail.

The age of Man will come to end
And never mentioned, ever it again.

Hand of fate

With it's hand closed and deadly
swinging sword and mace.
Trough the souls of people bounded
To this fragile meager space.

Bringing havoc and frustration
to the lives of tiny plebs.
Drowning dreams with fascination
and endow them with heavy debt.

Taking lives of people near
and destroying homes of birth,
Driving wedge between people dear
to erase them from this earth.

Loosing in countries foreign
all the children that know no home,
Bribing those corrupted figures
to ignore their pain and tone.

Flooding bodies with the sickness
that eludes the cure of men,
Hope is lasting not forever
when the death does takes us then.

Mind

World, the darkness coming
breading here beneath our feet.
Flowing trough art surroundings
bringing us a black embrace.

With the arms of pure illusion
binding us to simple lies,
Showing us the road to future
that is marked with empty ways.

No escape is showing trough
the cloud of mist abound.
And the light of life eternal
dimming in this cold surround.

Bring the joy of knowledge
to dispel this fatal grip.
To release our willing bodies
and receive the final gift.