Poetry

Light Bulb

As I see the light so bright,

Rushing in through every pore.

Purging evil residing in every site,

I close my eyes to the onslaught more.

 

When it was dark

I lay alone.

Finding happiness

In things so gore.

When it’s so bright

I am still alone.

Basking in serenity

My own personal shore.

 

I am still in a chasm,

Though now of peace.

Seeking for alms,

Begging for every piece.

 

Still I miss

The days so dark.

Every mistake

Cloaked in masks.

As I absolve now

In the light so bright.

Every goal desired

Seems in sight.

 

Laying now under, the golden hue,

I try to seek in, a tranquil few.

Moments perhaps, to finally mend,

The soul to which, darkness had lent.

Its demeanor to battle,

To destroy every light.

Bend every vassal,

To its all consuming might.

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Poetry

A Soul’s Rant

On the Gates of Heaven the angels cried,

What brings you forth, child?

My nights were dark, the days bright, he lied,

Let me in, keep my punishments mild.

What were you, man, in life?

The trade, profession, your means to live by,

A humble trade, a loving wife,

Dreams yet unfulfilled, why did I have to die?

Such troubles are behind you now,

As another flesh coat awaits you.

What of my past, how do I bow?

Forgo unfinished tales, get ready to redo.

The cycle continues on,

Like hot summer nights or a cold winters day,

Souls remain lost, most forever mourn,

Don’t we mortals even have a say?

We all are instruments in the Lords hand,

Balanced in pain, in gain, but with no identity, no name,

Little pawns to play with in schemes so grand,

Aren’t we all pieces in this game?

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Notes:

The poem is a dialogue between the angel that guards the gates of heaven and an honorable man that died before his time. Dreams and aspirations were broken, the man still cannot understand the greater forces at work here. While the dialogue continues I try to explore the concept of rebirth and leave  it to the reader’s judgement if death/rebirth cycles are worth going through or simply a chess game for the masters of our fates.

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