Stiffneck

Does it really consumes the risk in favor of a glimpse?
and enough to pay and sustain my favor on his?
was looking back insulted your view of the future..
or was it your mind seizing you not to look at the picture?

every existed days passed by on your consolidation
every instance spent, with your temples unfolded and without hesitation.
did someone abandoned your mind's precious attention..
to make you look at others with eyes of pure frustration?

your eyes, round it is but lacks it's refraction..
your temples.. such proud ones adore are with no consideration.
your mouth that hides sores from within, your lips.. stoned and dim..
and your neck.. though not inverted, was as stiff as cliff..

Love as it is.. has brought you to fame and recognition..
Pride as it's treasonist puts you on this tea-colored delusion..
looking at us with your eyes of oppression and pressure,
incinerating us with your hands burning on turbid pleasure.

even sharp steeped cliffs heed no troubles within you.
just by relying on your proud ashen self consumes you..
nothing.. in this world can make you kneel with such purity,
In reasons that your mind was suffering on it's sullen tranquility.

thus finding cure on this rampant illness needs time and realization
and leaning on others is a part of the solution..
but the thawing solvent is within you and solely on the beholder..
to escape this madness, put it to slumber,
and entangle it..
with chains of kindness...

Paradiso

Distress, hunches on my back in every day that crosses
wandering, with eyes on nystagmus in this forest
broken, striving in this confusion..
with no one to talk to, no one to hold on..
given the loads just to give it back..
granted the wisdom to pass it in simple, humble acts..

look at the eyes of time, for it does not tolerate delay
listen to it's intentions, it's sullen plans..
and wait for it to speak and spread its side:

he last left you here, with all in your pack..
with all your thinking to save you..
and with all your faith to train you..

never let your exhaustion bring you at the ground..
never become what they have pursued..
neither tell them of any vices and sights..

walk and witness what has been neglected..
talk on things that has never clasped on books..
and listen to what has never spoken on tongues..

stare at the heart of God with all your understanding..
by your faith, can listen in his good and eternal intentions..
you may find tranquility and silence from strife..
and can compete with your minds stubborness with might..

For everything happens yet with reasons,
promises, expectations.. only faith can make them real..
forget what has happened and pray.. with eyes closed and full intention..
unite with the unexplainable yet true..
wake up in this dream... for He can make it real..
climb unto Him.. in his circles of malignant sanity..
believe in Him for He is Real, Eternal, and Forgiving....
For He will never let you walk alone again..
in this painful, yet confusing medium..

With all that has witnessed and known shall come to realization...
In all that was studied and observed in light years to fulfill..
shall be illuminated in a simple sway...
just believe and be firm.. be saved from Limbo
read the world, digest it with all its nourishment..
and never forget to look up.. on HIM
whose into those white, graceful circles..

Lora Servitutis (Rein of Servitude)

Did your mind had stepped on the cobblestones of fraud?
hard as it is. yet fragile when tempered and deformed.
Did your hands were laid upon the reins of betrayal?
and pressed it on the feet and heads of those in trial?

We, as nature renders as its most coherent forms
They, as called upon was inferior to our thoughts.
some may think rather of slavery nor tyranny..
but none of this has been a call for this agony.

betrayal and its hierarchy of immense jealousy,
Is winding us in its gale with pure harmony..
Our nerves, numbed by pride and our eyes clouded and blind
Is leading us to its well of sullen divide.

What is willed must bow to what is higher willed..
such belief strains the eyes of those in grief
drowned in pain, eyebrows in vain
while their temples are hacked and knitted with reins

such agony and oppression cries for a fair justice
but their voices, like fire cannot touch the heaven's cornice.
what was death has been doing lately this evening?
for them to be abandoned at the time of their kneeling..
They have wished for it, begged for it..
but death, like a demented deaf drowns on the ceiling.

such tainted truths kept hidden at the eyes of the blindfolded..
for knowing it is like ignorance slaps the face of the anointed..
genocidal, macabre, as dense words can defy..
this truth in accordance by the chains to identify..

Loco Alto (Deep Place)

No one can withstand nor comprehend
those souls I saw, how their sufferings flow
they are weeping.. with blood in their eyes
and screaming loud but incoherent cries..

Light has left them hopeless
neglected, buffetted on this air that is lifeless
naked with nerves at large and young age..
for pain just to be felt truly at it's greatest..

devouring one's flesh may be a resort
but doing so may condemn you at court
it is there you'll be flailed and hacked in countless times
by a tempered blade. oh! you'll cry for a timeless crime

There they lie at the chilling river of styx with lament
mourning on this sunless skies. thus paying repent
their souls on a bed of thunder and brawl
gripping each other, as they attempted to crawl..

Hope is not a whispered word here but a tear
a tear that dries and eventually disappear
Faith, like a drowned carcass on poisoned water,
excommunicated! perished! like a burned contender!

At this instance, one may be troubled by his trembling mind..
a question of how injustice here has bind?
as Virgil said "Here lies the souls who lived without praise and disgrace,
they now commingle; this sorry souls and coward angels at gaze."

Now behold! He The Father of lies and fraud
paralyzed, burning with anger and wrath abode
weeping and drinking his own wine of deceit and greed,
while screaming on voices of torture at it's seat!

He who is to be punished most,
has truly left Him a greatly cost..
for He has tempted and corrupted the sons of Him..
by the worldly promises of He who is exalted at firm..

such promises still veils upon this region..
and favors Malacoda to struck at poise without permission.
knowing this puts you such on a mission..
that is to fulfill your maker's vision.

I Sol Tace

I as a shade was in the forest
walking, looking.. creeping to it's nest
staring at various directions in His
probably comforting my mind in mist..

there I saw many sightings and scenes..
reflecting life and death it seems..
the darkness it comforts enveloped my faith..
and now im drowning and drained in pale..

my mind was impaled by irrevocable fear and dread..
whispered weeping, deafening cries have heared
suffering here seems it's life and ways
like dead air floating here and sways

visitors approached me at night,
choking me, suffocates all my might..
they seize, froze my feet and hands..
stiffing them like tainted glass..

It seems that I have been on this starless night.
to think of this as my dreams unwind..
confronted by Minos I have been..
twisted its tail with keen..
judging, his eyes so stiff and sullen
at instance had dragged me at pitch and fallen..

it's trees were entangling screams and tears..
looking at them burdens my fears..
by lack of the sun they live and stirr
in the minds of people that has no ear..

this prison overflows with fear
forget your hope, and virtues will tear..
there is no way out here nor there..
even thee does not seem to care.

Love.. by your Existence

As I revolve around this medium..
on this blissful, solitary delirium..
there I saw you at my least of wishes..
and there we've speak like different pieces..

you have taken something till now I do not recognize..
like soil that was toiled at early morning rays..
that my heart was stoned, broken in painless ways..
it was awakened with you... as it's potent catalyst
had turned my mind in a steaming hiss..

when I think about the future..
what it has, what it would tell..
there was the time.. that you are in my mind..
a portrait that was entangled through my veins..
the memory of you that hungers and drains..

How I miss you that much..
like a boulder that I carry in vain..
you have made felt of me the gift of our existence..
and make me you.. as the dearest from my wishes..

I Love You.. In ways that makes us learn
I Love You.. In ways a man always yearns..
I Love You.. By the rivers of my chambered soul..
In my Heart, In my Mind...
and In my words..
that a human in his understanding can compete..

You are my rhum.. in my days of cold, solitary darkness..
lining heat in my soul, setting me in slumber..
forgetting everything that pains me, and comfort me..
In the deepest of my sanity..