Recruit's Account

The sun has never been brighter
and has the air any lighter.
The naked tree stands daunting
as if Death’s by the side waiting.

Out loud and proud I sing to the marching song,
yet inside softly pondering ‘where do I belong?’
I feel the weight of my boots against the ground
as salty-sea sweat drips with each forceful pound.

I’m soaked through and through in my vest
knowing that this is just like any other test.
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger:
Pain shall not prevail any longer.

My eyes open to the wonders of Life
whilst my body’s constantly at strife:
The spirit to survive; with every breath
Life slowly but surely triumphs over Death.

Everyday is just another sunrise and sunset,
all the agony I shall simply let die and forget.
I’ll just watch the birds and the planes fly by
as I wait patiently for Time to pass by.

How will I respond to the battle cry?
Where will my integrity lie?
Will I rise to the sound of the war drum?
All will be known in Time to come.

Die Trying

Sometimes I try so hard
and everything just breaks apart,
as if things cannot get any worse.
Remember the story of King Midas’ curse:
whatever he touches turns into gold.
Well, mine turns into mold.
Wise men say: You reap what you sow.
Last time I checked, disappointment was all I know.
I’m sick of finding myself unveiling failure’s disguise.
I’m sick of the World watching my graceless demise.
So I ask myself why, why do I keep trying
when I know my dreams will end up dying?
The motivations that I’ve conjured up in my head
(my “bright future” and blah blah blah) will soon be dead.
In a matter of time, before the break of dawn
all my faith and hope will be going, going, gone.

To answer my question, I guess that’s how foolish I’m:
die trying for your love, is worth the reason and rhyme.

23 Feb 2010

Frank

So Frank sits waiting and waiting,
waiting for Love to board the bus.
His hope as bright as the sun,
so is his glittering golden smile,
as he stares out of the window
thinking, “She’ll be perfect.”

Frank has never seen Love,
but he knows her by that name.
He has it all perfectly planned out
just for him and her.
He can’t help imagining and wishing
and thinking, “Someday.”

As Frank passes the hundredth stop,
the clear blue turns into coal black—
yet again, Love’s nowhere in sight.
His smile grows long and weary—
his heart's still empty.
Poor Frank wonders, “Why?”

Time the bus driver finally speaks,
“You’ve been around for nineteen years
and you might still be for another sixty—
Why not just enjoy the ride?”
Frank turns away from the window
and to his right: a warm smile.

“Hi.”

To ___

Up above the skies—
a deep blue fantasy
where an Utopia lies
waiting for you and me:
We’ll know eternity’s here
right here, right now
for Time’s never near
to witness our sacred vow,
as it trembles upon our hearts
for our love’s deep red—
redder than the Queen of Hearts.
We can skip ahead
we can go anywhere—
only if you take my hand
I’ll take you there—
I have it all planned:
Up above the skies—
a deep blue fantasy
where an Utopia lies
waiting for reality…

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

The faceless ghost—
as dark as the eye can see,
brother of the shadows,
blotted out a thousand suns—
has stomach of a black hole,
devoured a million moons
and feasted on a billion stars.

The Light, has been put out!
The End, has come!

But there—
a Northern scarlet star
falls from the onyx skies
(the azure trail—
a beautiful scar)
and in a heartbeat—
a supernova.

The perpetual light—
as bright as the eye can see,
has rekindled the quivering flame
of a hopeless heart—
and sapphire blazing fire
rush through the frigid veins:
I am now my own golden sun!

And my reign of terror—
has just begun…

Permanent

Butterfly, butterfly
Beautiful butterfly
O must you fly
Away so high
Into deep blue sky
Where Sun and Moon reside—
Stay by my side
Dance with the crashing tide
And watch lonely stars collide
Into heterochromatic light
For you and I tonight
Leave and I the land’ll blight
Stay with me, please
Embrace the sea breeze
My elusive butterfly