I twist the words to suit me
And arrange them in a line,
Describing hidden beauty
With a rhythm and a rhyme,
Sometimes my terms are dated
And sometimes they’re fresh and new,
A word of thought created
As I ponder stanza two.

I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,

Is it better to take it?
Is it better to fight?
Will I wind up in traction?
Beaten out of the night,
Will I ever win?
This torrid war affair,
Before the grave snares me
Places me right there...

Altruistically assisting
Presuming I do help,
To bring us into surplus
Before the month runs out,
Fiscal obliteration
Resounds inside of thee
Transubstantiation
Your wealth relies on me...

Reflections in the mirror
Reflecting what is real,
A silhouette of the soul
As layers start to peel,
Revealing depths of self
Through eyes of surface scars,
Imperfections healed

On the shores of Gallipoli, 1915
They landed at the break of day,
Australia and New Zealand
Together we fell, so many forlorn braves.
The intel was wrong, NO! The landing was off,

1:- Lust
2:- Gluttony
3:- Greed
4:- Wrath
5:- Pride
6:- Envy
7:- Sloth

1...
I found this key last night
It opened up a lock,
A scroll was there to find
Absolved me of all lust...

A cosmonautic view above
Shows silver shots of worlds,
Precariously hung in time
Like astronomic pearls,
The grandeur and the mystery
Of what is left behind,
Is wondrous, but extinct

Synaptic pulse, euphoria
Incongruously out of place,
Ebbing streams of happiness
A chemical disgrace,
Catastrophic comeuppances
Ride needles into veins,
That sense of adulation’s

Distracting filaments of life
Seize obsequious delights,
Growing the primal instinct
Of subservient twilights,
Where crimson ecstasy
Is bought, as long as I control,

Through ecliptic coins of sight
Fantastical realms apart,
Appear too me – “The Common Man.”
Imbues my coal-driven heart,
With the flames of utopia
Quenched by mediocrity

In a dampened soulless hole I lay
Beneath coins, my eyes peer through,
The spirit fee we all must pay
Too the ferryman, his timeless dues,
To float upon the river Styx

All my friends are doing it, I don’t really care
I’m an individual.
I break the chains that bind me, and end up anywhere
I’m an individual.

When the world beats you down
And your life-line fades away,
I will be around
To guide you from the fray,
Casting light to see
Your way too tunnel’s end,
You’ll be accompanied
By a noble, honest friend.

A frozen glacier of time
Melts into my future world,
Exposing forgotten acolytes
From a distant, clouded youth,
A juggernaut recalling
Encumbered youthful thoughts,
A reiterating cavalcade