Monday, February 9, 2009

Limpidness of life:

Win the sound of fertility
Religion, access of ecstasy

Rhythm of lies comes to choke
Recognize, let’s take the oath

Fight the battle of sincerity
Come to lord, He’ll show legitimacy

Rip fowl land of dirt
Let’s lash the hand of flirt

Rally round to build up wise.
Seal gravel, reach paradise

Believe this candor is rife
Fly into the limpidness of life

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Healing Therapy

In proximity to do the justice
Strengthen twinge to heal the restive

Part this pain from the peer of realm
Redeem all gloom to hold your gem

Kiss high brows of delight
Stop; lose this battle of pride

Hold your breath, just stand beside
Smash this violin, lock inside

Tear into the fragments of niche
Convert to black under coat of preach

Twist fake to reach the crown
Face of lies, is our town.
They deny what I aspire
Vile is what they desire

With life they want to play
Their hearts have turned to clay

Indeed they utterly loose
Truth they never wish to choose

They surly crave to win
But all they worship is sin

What they cry; is total lie
Yet they aspire to be high

They falsely reveal pure truth
Then they long for ripened fruit

They swell dark, cease white
Blinding witty stars of night

For them there’s only black
To limpidness is their back

They chop wings of dove
Then slaughter innocence of love

For them, unbroken is hate
They cunningly harvest their fate

They claim love has born
But all they sow, is a thorn

No way can trust come close
Died has this bloomed red rose

Land of Gloom


Jingle of life, vanished and forsaken
Eco and glow, frayed and taken.

Song of love, died in pain
Birds that hum, gone in vain

Trees with shadows, lost their pride
Flowers in meadows, broken and dried

Bees in hustle, toasted in hatred
Honey that’s golden, perished and faded

Wind that blows, changed its direction
Water that flows, starved of attention

Sun with reflection, has no blaze
Moon with magic, ended its craze

Bones and graves, stacked in piles
Land of gloom, bears no smiles.

Emerging Sin

Swinging cradle of sleep
Pleasure crawling creep

Ruby covering the sky
Wings denying to fly

Minds clogging to deadness
Fingers coming to numbness

Wicked emerging out
Sinister beginning to shout

Wrapping loop of snooze
Breath loosing with noose

Minds being wounded
This foul being routed