lost brother

i thought i saw your face
i thought i heard you call
i chased after your shadow
and prayed your name during the fall

you were the line that held me to the world
without you, i am slowly floating away
but Love, where are you now?
i would search eternity just to hear you say

"hold me...hold me once again
hold me till these bones break
and impale your bleeding heart
resurrect me with the very breaths you take"

and i would, i'd give all of earth and heaven
for you, o Light, o sweet brother
and i miss you, and i love you
a million times and over...

when you are drowning in the darkness, who will come and save you?

a thought on the highway

warm asphalt beneath my feet
they stared at this odd one
but i am unfazed by their dejection
i left these grays till there are none

nothing left save the empty stretch of highway orange
it's splendour opened to me in an eerie glow
i stood there feeling the earth pulse under me
a pulse more familiar than i know

i took a deep breath and ran
ran till my body hurts and my lungs are weak
but i'll continue to run till my feet catches wind
towards the burning star i seek

o bright one, reignite these bones
and fill them once more with fiery life
for the loss of wonder and innocence
in the cold world's unforgiving strife

if not then let me burn
burn great and burn bright
consume me whole and leave no ashes
in your everlasting pure light

my lil present

one fine day, or rather normal actually
i took a knife to my chest
carved out that lil organ
and made such an awful mess

it was covered in slippery red stuff
so i cleaned it up good and gently
then dried it off with cotton and silk
then wrapped it up all pretty

to his house i nervously went
the lil organ made such a noise
thumping faster and faster in the box
but i coolly kept my poise

left it at his doorstep and knocked
then ran and hid in waiting
out he steps right unto my lil box
SPLAT! Oh...no more beating...

he cursed under his breath
scraped his shoes off on the stairs
then hurried back inside
urgent to return to worldly affairs

the end.

creator

the earth exhaled a longing sigh
and blood flowers danced upon her breath
in the ever spinning motions
and graceful steps of Life and Death

upon his floating throne
the mad god king weeps
stars into the reflected world
so his children peacefully sleeps

and the undying jester
who makes company of shadows
has long sold his heart
for all the secrets the darkness knows

so what of i, a mortal child
so insignificant and small
too perishable to be bothered with
or even to remotely recall

i am nothing compared to these legends
yet it is i who gives them existence
i am their dreaming creator
under my cloak of somnolence