A friend's Death

Death with unguiformed claws
like a crow dived and
stole you from our world.

Men were like masks in your pocket
friends, hypocrites, where your bullets
one held the gun but many pulled the trigger.

What was it, that that binded you
as tight as your death rope
tighter than death himself?
What innocent thought exaggerated over pain?

Strange it was, as you came you left
Being a part of the race of idiots
being real in a fake world
perhaps made you feel an arid plain

Sweet friend of strange taste
death's choice, a word
darkness, loneliness and mist
the thoughts that haunted you

O Death,
O Dark Pyre

Burn, feed from the pain of this man
If the crows fly westward
this soul is dried out of the body
Like the clouds are dried out of rain

A tensed rope
and the mask cracks and breaks
pieces of humid tears everywhere
Sacred hush
Silence
the end...

"Death is a new birth"
Heraclitus

“Ο θάνατος είναι μια νέα γένεση”
Ηράκλειτος

Waiting...

I welcomed every challange you had to offer
I tackled every problem, surrpassed every fear
I formed alliances with enemies and declared war upon friends
I slept through the day and walked through the night
I wrote tales concerning memories of others
I spoke for the weak and opposed the strong
I fell in love with deathlike creatures and hated life
I cleansed my soul through fire and sipped water from the fountain of knowledge
I pleased the wishes of every Lord I met
I visited the beyonders and played games with their sons
I conquered life and earned death
I, I, I, I...

I did it all for them, and got nothing in return
am I just another human being tossed in the sea of doubt?

I lived like a lion, I'll die like a sheep.
I was raised as a shepherd, I matured as a wolf.

Tasted the forbidden wine
sung songs to holy men
saints of past times
heard the voices of the dead
simplified the meanings of life
to what purpose?

In solitude I placed my fortress
In solitude I stand and whisper reason to the restless
In solitude I found myself and the holy fire
In solitude reason seemed distant, mediocre
In solitude I stand and confirm my presence
I ask nothing,
I dare no one,
I seek nothing,
I await, startled
observing the coming of the Elders.

Just by myself...

Today, on the last hour
At the end of the day
The rise of a new moon lit the night
I will surpass myself
I will dive, proceed to the only place
Where our heavenly fathers
Ordered me not to go.
I will sacrifice it all for this moment
To be free for two minutes,
Amounts to a lifetime of pain.
Time to face our sons and daughters
And tell them in their face:
“I am not responsible for your birth
That wise fuck, up there gave you life
And forced me to understand
You oh child are the essence of my life
You oh son will be the fate of this world
I wish the pyre of your souls
Commits crimes against simplicity
And its ill gotten laws”

Oh brother, haste not fall
It seems they youth is gone
The shepherd's flock is met
In a lepers hand its fate is set
Oh Fate!
Thank the Lords for the new creatures
Your coming this day sounds not
As a remedy to those who sought
Light in darkness to impale
I came forth to proudly stand amongst my brethren
To meet them in death and glory
For the things we meant to do and failed to achieve
Death not ends it; death not touches its flare
It's life that blossoms in this flower's young heart
In solitude he finds the courage
To set foot on this new land
A false land, a fake land, a Land of Dreams
Land of Music
I sacrifice my essence in the alter of silence
Thunders scream my father's name
And I readily, in a steady state
I wash it off, in the name of silence