The Church

Standing at the cold floors of the church..
eyes are blue, echoes follow through
chains crawling, weeping and yearning...

staring at the lamented windows of the church..
whispering prayers, kneeling with iron braces
hoping to be heared through.. climbing up a way or two..

struggling in the dark cloister of the church..
blindfolds gripped your eyes, veils suffocated your mind.
walking to the serpent's pit.. seizure comes to greet..

listening at the devil on the church..
worms spreading everywhere, finding its victim, here and there
spoken venoms, false visions, drowning in severe confusion..

kneeling at the devil on the church..
sleeping with whores, torturing each with thorns..
spits of blood, insults in rise..
death comes in disguise.. carried in the book of lies..

Even behind the Tears

Sitting here in the chair of solitude,
thinking how to pay for your gratitude..
laying my palms unto my chin..
allowing my soul to break in..

Im hearing voices, meddling choices..
alone in my cloister.. no ones under..
winding views, crawling thoughts..
reflecting manners i always caught..

soils of labor, fruit of blood..
how wonderful.. the work of God..
carved myseries, painted history..
escaped in the swishing gush of human liberty..

narrowed passages, locked entrances..
claiming wisdom and greater hindrances..
key to learning, stones of yearning..
hold it still.. never let go of it..

surge of failures, scars of defeat..
wondering why they always creep?
slap of anger, reins of temper..
dont hide it.. let if flow over..

never withered love, always not proud..
claim it! its yours and for the crowd..
grace be with you always.. leave but do not go breathless..
It is solely you.. who must go boundless..

Footprints In Solitude

Remembering the days when were together..
dreaming, hoping for the coming of time in favor
can't help but to slack and drown the pain in my temper..
your memory.. that haunts and touches me at slumber..

pure as a blood and red as a rose..
this feeling I have for you is a prose..
dreaming of touching and feeling you again..
enveloping me with shelter and gladness in fame..

how I miss you so bad as my heart goes in demise..
thus my mind.. pamphering me with reasonable cries
my hands are chapped and lips are torned..
longing for your presence.. they surely told..
I cannot live without and with the presence of this solitude..
sometimes living may not be enough to pay for the gratitude..
I cannot long for your presence without passion..
just like a mother sings her son a sweet induction..

I remember when the roses had touched unto my palms..
it brought me my future, and sweet drama in a couch..
entangling features and celestial presence..
oh.. Im longing for it.. in winter's essence..

In my walking I have caught a light in my sight..
Illuminating, blinding like heavens blight..
splitted in two, crosses me in two
then embraced me.. I knew it was you..

The spark in your eyes, reminds me of aurora..
that unforgettable wonder profound in glorious aura
my senses fail, my destiny entrail..
a life with you, a desire that pushes me not to fail..

I love the feeling with you wrapping me like a present..
It brings me the thought of life's real essence..
I miss being with you as a body losts its soul..
and as the mind has lost its control..

with you I cannot ask for more..
this is enough.. to pay the gratitude or more..

Tainted Light

Staring at the mirror for hours or more..
reflecting what seems entwined in my mind had caught
the mystery, a story held by history
still unfavored, lying in the sea of tranquility..

Love, as the source of flawless and unconditional sacrifice
has been scarred by the tremolo of unbearable penitence..
pushing the stones of pride to the well of humility..
while singing in chorus.. the song of hypocrisy..

walks of pleasure forming circles..
the great principle.. burned into ashes..
codes of untold life and faithful grace..
stained, stepped upon by the soles of jealousy and race..

think in ways your crown wakes..
never!.. in ways their mouth sways..
step upon the cornice of pain and narrowness..
therefore you may find humility and kindness..

wipe away the tears of yesterday..
be brave, to face what makes the other days..
pull out your arms in the rod of seclusion
let go of it, never attempt to bind yourself into it..

live as if you are striving in a dark, stagnant cave..
hold the light onto your back for not to brag in fame..
let it shine and shed upon to those who follow you..
a spark of knowledge, a bewildered passion your making through

write onto your book with coherent and cursive letters..
watch your back.. it is them who tries to smother it with critters..
walk in faith with your footprints on the shore with inspiration..
for it is HE who will judge you without hesitation..

Iacet Velum (Veil of Lies)

Lend me your eyes as witness..
see those in the pool of distress..
deceived, circling in the hands of those in white
how pathetic, ignorance has strummed their minds.

Let your feet walk as your mind talk..
these hymn, riddled and chanting as it seem
has been a dream for a thirst of fame and greed.

fortune veils their minds and eyes..
they walk silently.. carrying fortune, yet they do not brag..
for their pockets filled with coins rooted from avarice..
has dragged them by the winds to the withered solstice..

They held a Book, torned yet sacred as it is..
adorned by many, framed to make others hungry
poured by spits of hypocrisy, crowded by shelters of blasphemy
Oh what have they done!.. what have they done!..

Kneel on your knees! it is an order!
do not shed a tear, just dwell in the well of slumber..
never you attempt to speak, nor lay in adversary
for their eyes, curtained by oppression..
does not tolerate for a rightful conclusion..

pray for them... pray for them..
It is how you become a prey for them..
let them sing in praise, let them praise their vices..
for malice they embraced, soon they will cry without a face..

It is how they pacify, yet also gratify
the Inverted ascent they always try..
what is willed by them, was willed by the heavens..
but not to fret.. they do have false feathers..

gain and always gain they do prefer..
riches, power, fame... they race for it with care..
for their souls, guided by the gusts of unsure seclusion..
has been an answer on this wordless illumination.

You.. obliged to tell what your eyes can see..
must face what your mind has told you since..
for you cannot speak in judgement and pure hesitation..
this lamented truths.. cries for a sudden redemption.