Tuesday, December 05, 2006


To want to give life,
But to kill
These hands tremble
Broken under
Destiny's heavy curse
Upon guilty
And innocent
Like the final slash
Of a fiery sword
It sweeps
You kneel
Defeated, dying
Shattered bones
Shattered heart
Strong eyes cry
The hand of betrayal
Tainted with your blood
Drawn like a flag
Raised in victory
Until you bow

Only sorry is seived
Through fate's
Inescapable fingers
Death the only refuge
Death the only answer
Sorry is never
Enough. Stop!!
Apologies are beyond
For events turned
To scar beyond recognition
This bond

So be it
Unchangeable past
Unbearable present
Unthinkable future
And so it shall be

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when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry