To the man on the hill

A scribble to the last letter
For the man on the hill,
Touching the heavens and the earth
Crowned by the morning sun

I moan, oh! old one!
For my acquaintances with folly,
That now am tatters of shame
Blown at by the winds of laughter

Oh! these streets of many faces!
In this big court room am bound,
On a stand, by mockery
In the jaws of human cruelty

One side step many times
Off the rails of discreetness
A youthful adventure I thought,
Swayed by the inborn naivety

And so, I write,
My weary too heavy
That I seek the counsel of stars
To guide me out of my piteousness

To the man on the hill

Conscious, confined

Tormented, deranged,
The world from upside down
Walking on a silver sky,
Looped in luscious echoes,
Reflecting memories of her silhouettes

An angelic beauty of youthfulness
The streaming river of honey
Down her fountain of ecstasy
From where I drunk cups of pleasure
Tethering my soul to her trickery

I now burn from within,
A fire dragon of intoxication
Boiling cells in my blood,
Racing through my now rusty heart, 
The rising temperatures of addiction

Love, and loyalty

If asked, what is love?
I would say,
“Once found,
Its that you dread to lose.”

To care so much,
Until your heart aches
That you feel, and know,
She holds it in her hands

Beating steadily,
Her fingers wrapping around it
Slowly, and tightly,
That she wields the power,
To control your soul

Like a marionette,
You dance on strings,
Like a knight,
You fight on a front line

Serving without question,
Living as a caged soul,
Like a parrot,
Mimicking words of his mistress

And yet, beyond that dark cloud,
Beauty shines like a sun,
Because in your hands,
Rests another beating heart

Fragile, and warm
Yours to use, as you please,
Kingship, and loyalty,
A Queen, reigning against the world

And that,
I dread to lose,
Because, our hearts beat as one
In each other’s hands

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A friend, a brother

Looking beyond my ragged cloth
To the inner man within

Reaching for my hand,
Clotted red and sore

Calling it purity,
Despite the dreadful reality

Who are you that looks beyond?
A dirty shell wrapping a lost soul

Walking into my filthiness,
And yet, hugs warmly like a father

You read and understand,
The language of my tears

Speaking friendly unto my soul
Sparking a new flame in me

That I see light in my blindness
A future beyond stars

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She leans against a pine
Slightly above the head,
Her left hand raised,
Touching the tree bark

Her elbow points to my direction,
Her eyes beam with youth,
And her smile warming my cold heart

I feel it beep once again
From one to a thousand,
Rapidly to a zillion,
And I know then,

That I have fallen hard
For the pretty face before me
Partially covered by long dreads falling

Her lips appear so luscious,
A deep red like a ruby
Reflecting the last rays of the sun
Before hiding behind the  mountains

Darkness covers us so fast,
Like a dark cloud spreading a plague
And yet, my delight dies not

But burns bright like a flame,
Of a piece of wood in the jungle
Suddenly blown out by the malicious winds

Then, reality appears to me like a ghost.
In blue and white,
Like, comment, tag
Big letters, “Facebook”

To which I now see,
It was just a pic