Your Piece of Steel

The steel on your hand screams of mediocrity
And your intent to dispose has alacrity
But to your dismay, steel is steel
No matter how sad and without appeal

Fill the hearth with coal and bellow
The heat must rise before it could mellow
For the heat will reform the steel
So your thoughts on form become real

Remember that heat will cool
Without the push, without the fuel
And with cool heat you can’t melt the steel
And again suffer the same ordeal

Ready the mold that you wish
A blade, a spoon, an iron pole with loops as finish
Slowly and surely pour the melted steel
Else you will have more to anneal

When your piece has taken its form
Have it ready on anvil for your storm
Let your heavy mallet clash on steel
Let every hammer fall end with zeal

When the time your blows seem weaker
Raise your hammer higher and make the clang louder
Remove all dents and misshapes from your steel
Let it make you believe, think and feel

Once you’re proud of your endeavor
Hold it high and gaze at its splendor
For when you only had steel
This is what you wanted to reveal

The piece of steel is lost then
And you are never to forge again

The Captain

The captain stood stoic upon the bow of the ship, looking down.

“Cap’n, land ho, portside.”

“Do not change course.”

“Where are we headed, Cap’n?”

“Lighthouses, I found them very calming, almost a saving grace. Like a hot stew, cooking on a stove. The stench of the land which you call home, caring, loving, never forgetting. I have longed for that light, to see it off was devastating.”

“Where are we headed, Cap’n?”

“Lighthouses, I found them very guiding, almost a sure bet. Like a hunting falcon, perched upon your shoulder. So reassuring that I will follow its tail-feather ‘till we have circled the world. I have longed for that light, to see it off was devastating.”

“Where are we headed, Cap’n?”

“Lighthouses, I found them very forcing, almost a strong storm. Like a built tower at the back of your head, aching to be released. Better than settling with nothing, but they offer you so much more than nothing. I have longed for that light, to see it off was devastating.”

“Where are we headed, Cap’n?”

“To find lighthouses.”

The captain stood stoic upon the bow of the ship, looking down to look up.

The Ever Rain

Ghosts waltz endlessly
No Defiance

Everlasting life yearns
Not avarice

Birth amidst chaos
Allusions none

October frees october
Surrendering

The Ever Rain

Three

I call the rebellion
When our words come shy
If it’s something bleak we scry
Then the intervention

And all the dust and the muck
That we gathered all this time
We wave them goodbye
As we utter our correction

Can you blame me if I say it too much?

Strike off the distance between us
They will never see
That when we came to be
All other feelings came free

Built to last all of the rust
They will never see
That when I say what I mean
I only say those words, three

Shouting thoughts when they walked in
And they braced for the night
Don’t be scared I came for a fight
And they came for a calling

Better this way than a crash
Either way we’re built to resist
Keep high in the sky
Unless we venture forth crawling

Can they blame me if I say it at all?

Strike off the distance between us
They will never see
That when we came to be
All other feelings came free

Built to last all of the rust
They will never see
That when I say what I mean
I only say those words, three

Smell and sound they come and go
And taste may be sweet but that’s just for show
And sight can almost drive you insane
Feel to feel but there’s nothing to gain

The only sense that doesn’t falter
Is the way my heart aches for you, forever

Strike off the distance between us
They will never see
That when we came to be
All other feelings came free

Built to last all of the rust
They will never see
And there’s nothing they can do
I only say, “I love you”

Before the Cold

As those who fall from the heightened sky
Reach the ground, all withered up and dry
To gather them all and prevent them to fly
But to forget to fly is worse than to die

Bewildering as you see this thing
That scrapes off pieces to leave nothing
To a pile to be sent away from everything
To exclude, to remove, a morbid gathering

Bended perceptions as they’re put into bags
False hopes as they’re stuck between rags
Their fates procured by the one who drags
These breeds, lower than the one who brags

Then the one who scrapes the scene
All the bags and the rags are kept obscene
For the time again that comes so keen
For the time again to keep all clean

Fate’s World

Fate was but an infant when he started to create. With his power to rule over all events for all things, there was nothing to govern. Before the world, fate attempted created his first experiment, the soul. The soul was meant to be the life of all things, it was meant for controlling, for exacting his plans. He spent ages creating the perfect soul, but to no avail. He tried many times to take hold of the soul, but it would just slip passed through his fingers, and what would something he could not hold be of any use to his powers? He kept trying to materialize soul but it lost its initial purpose to be catalyst for all beings.

His first attempt to materialize the soul resulted into air. He saw the potential of air so he decided to keep it. The next few centuries, there was just air in dead space because he was preoccupied. Fate was very much delighted with air, it’s free and loose but fate could still control it. He brushed it about, fanned it all around.

After those centuries with fate only playing with air, he felt the need to finish what he initially wanted to create. Air was too loose, it could never fit in a being, the being would fly about and possibly explode, no, fate did not want his beings to explode. With his perception of air being such a success, he decided to further the materialization and created water.

Fate never intended to have this much fun creating things, but he was such a young being that he found everything he had created was amusing. Now there was only water and air in dead space. Fate playfully spent the next dozens of centuries interacting with his newly created playthings until one day he scooped up a handful of water and noticed that it kept in its place. He remembered what he was supposed to be doing all this time. So he moved on.

Fate grew up to almost the age of reason, he noticed that if ever he created millions of things, he would have no place to put them in, therefore he would probably have a hard time looking for a single object. He started working on his next project, the Earth. He failed many times. The first he created was too hot and as all air and water were attracted to it, his creations were destroyed. He could always create a new batch of air and water when the time is right. The next he created was too small, it was cold, air and water simply froze near it, he placed it far away from his first attempt. His next two attempts were of size between his first two attempts, but they failed horribly as the air reacted to one and changed colors creating rings around it. This made him afraid to use the other of that size. He placed these in between the first and the second, but were slightly pulled towards the first.

The next six were created of almost same sizes but because of his other outcomes, he noticed that placement in between his other attempts played a great deal. So in actuality, none of them were failures. He placed two close to his second, they grew cold and frozen, they grew larger in size. He placed the other four close to his first. The nearest burned up and shrunk. The one next to it too. The third and the fourth were the most decent but air corroded the fourth and made water shun from it. The third it was. He decided to call this place Birth but it might confuse its inhabitants so he settled with Earth.

He playfully pushed all his creations and they slowly revolved around his first creation, fate was amazed by this but he had no more time to spare, he wasted enough time playing around.

Fate felt Earth was the perfect home for air and water. Air traveled around it carelessly and water surrounded it with serenity. But that was enough gawking for him, he created the first beings, the first ever beings to be created out of water. Fish, he called them. Wrapped in scales and filled with water of course. He created whole schools of them and he thought they may play in water for all eternity, and he governed them so. But there was one big flaw to his design. The fish could not live a lifetime without food, mostly sharks were left after a couple of years. Fate created more fish and also food for them to eat. Again he created these things with water. He was very proud of his work with water that he wanted to create life in a whole other level.

He raised up the ground from the depths of the water and found it covered with the food that the fish was to eat. The ground was slippery and moist that the first being he created on it was the snake. Snakes roamed freely around the ground until it dried up, after which, they could only travel a short distance before being tired. Fate did not like the ground drying up, so he scooped up some water from the seas and sprinkled them on land, another flaw to his design and right then and there, he was chained to create rain for eternity.

A few years later, the planets that he had created stopped moving and half of the Earth dried up and half withered away, another flaw to his designs. So he pushed the Earth again. The other planets fell into disarray and scattered about so fate replaced them and pushed them along their way. Another task he realized he was to do for eternity, to push the planets.

Fate cared for all his creations and at the same time created new ones. He pushed the planets and created rain. He brushed the wind when it was too still. He governed over events, he took care of life and created it.

He never even considered that even with his ultimate power to create, to rule, to determine outcomes, to be the master of masters, he was to be the slave of slaves.

The Only Words

I’m sorry that I say sorry
More than anyone else you know
I’m wondering if you’ve ever
Really forgived me

My hands are calloused from clasping
For all this time I’ve been praying

That maybe
There’s something more
That I can give to you

That maybe
There’s another way
To say I’m sorry

How do you converse with someone
Who communicates with apologies
How do you bare the thought
That he, who speaks, is quarantined

And you exalt
While I’m at fault

So I say
As I fail

The only words I know
I’m sorry

Will you please accept the fact that
The man in front of you is more
Than just a man who gave his life
He’s sorry than he’ll ever be

When the brute falters, he begs
Will you accept him, his bended legs

Or maybe
You can walk away
From his broken soul

Or maybe
You can end him
Spare his sorry

How do you converse with someone
Who communicates with apologies
How do you bare the thought
That he, who speaks, is quarantined

And you exalt
While I’m at fault

So I say
As I fail

The only words I know
I’m sorry

I say
We all say
When we’re about to jump off the deep end

I say
We all say
When we’re about to lose the gift we love
We stare the sun and look above
The prize that we shoved away

How do you converse with someone
Who communicates with apologies
How do you bare the thought
That he, who speaks, is quarantined

And you exalt
While I’m at fault

So I say
As I fail

The only words I know

Sad Flower

Do you feel the chill
When you’re crawling and melting for a thrill
Do you have a word to save
When they have taken for granted everything you gave

The world is wilting
And my thoughts are building
A world
A world for you and me

When you’re bent out and broken and falling about
When you look at the sun and you follow around
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

When the night shook you of all of your dreams out
When the sky’s darkness has filled you with doubt
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

Do you feel the heat
When you’ve gotten with me and you’ve settled in your seat
Do you have a word to lose
When I’ve finally decided for you to be my muse

The world is wilting
And my thoughts are building
A world
A world for you and me

When you’re bent out and broken and falling about
When you look at the sun and you follow around
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

When the night shook you of all of your dreams out
When the sky’s darkness has filled you with doubt
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

Don’t you fret
Don’t regret
When I’m right here by your side
With a whole world left to hide

You won’t have to run away from the night
Anymore

When you’re bent out and broken and falling about
When you look at the sun and you follow around
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

When the night shook you of all of your dreams out
When the sky’s darkness has filled you with doubt
There isn’t a sadder flower than a flower that looks down

Deaf Mouth

I just wished I could give you
The answer you were looking for
But you weren’t so see-through
And I wished I could think more

All the towers, power cables
And phone lines in my head
Couldn’t even put a label
On a thought that isn’t dead

This isn’t like you at all
This isn’t like you at all

How could I move my face?
When my mind was going on a thousand miles an hour
All my thoughts fell on a deaf mouth
I wanna tell you that there’s nothing wrong

I should just slit my tongue

I just wanna tell you that
I didn’t laugh, not a bit
My pulse rate seemed so flat
And I couldn’t be done with it

I guess I was careless to
Jump into this whole thing
A hangover would be new
My messed up world needs sobering

This isn’t like you at all
This isn’t like you at all

How could I move my face?
When my mind was going on a thousand miles an hour
All my thoughts fell on a deaf mouth
I wanna tell you that there’s nothing wrong

I should just slit my tongue

‘Coz it’s the most useless thing
That I ever could think of
If it couldn’t even do it’s job
Then I should just cut it off

I was on your end of the talk
For a good whole of my life
And now I know how it feels
And all I can say is sorry

I can’t even say it
I can’t even say it
I can’t even say it
I can’t even say it

How could I move my face?
When my mind was going on a thousand miles an hour
All my thoughts fell on a deaf mouth
I wanna tell you that there’s nothing wrong

How could I move my face?
When my mind was going on a thousand miles an hour
All my thoughts fell on a deaf mouth
I wanna tell you that there’s nothing wrong

I should just slit my tongue

Forgive Him

The morbid crawls, enthralls into deception
Much of oaks which tall, fall into oblivion
If words are drawled, all thoughts in collision
Heed the deafened call, maul the unforgiven

Two to bend the ball, haul the intervention
The blackened gall, sull of depression
The strong brawl, appalled of the decision
And hit the wall, dull from false religion

This man’s stall, culls his vision
He sleeps small, scrawls his completion
Be he as not your thrall, recall his version
Of tear-lined halls, squalls of his redemption