Paths to Glory

A stroll in the shade of the greens, The serene breeze jogs my memory, How beautiful is life that gives, From the bounty of its treasury. There is always green grass to see, A fence to cross and believe, That everything is possible, Nothing you dream, cannot be achieved. Crosslegged, I sit on the bare earth, It pulls me to a time where I might be, Regrets, sadness and grief inescapable, In the liberation of the mind is the key. Wonderful, chaotic mind on chariots of fire, There is always a way to get all you desire. Amazed I watch the clouds floating by, across the scattered blue, shades of white, The heavens signal the advent of hope, It's coming again, all over a time bright. The beauty of the rain? In its chaotic calm, Ploughs out beauty from the belly of the earth , Spring out of the hope within, the shoots of greatness, You alone are judge, you know your worth! The rains unleash bittersweet memories, With hope, the battered man rises, It will be the w

A silver beam tears through the window, My eyes damp soak the pillow, The calm and still night, The battle continues, I have to fight! Trudging ahead, looking behind, No love left, no eyes kind, With a judging heart they stare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! Serene and silent the night comes, Draining the strength; I had mustered some, The bugle sounds, a soft screech, Peace within is out of reach. I wield my pen, my woes to write, Drenched eyes stain the paper white, As ink meets paper, hands write, The future does seem a little bright! The battle within can I contain? From the war can I abstain? All my love and trophies lay bare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! My eyes look at the starry sky, My heart is down, I want to cry, The twinkling little things, from far away smile, Hope rekindled, albeit for a while. The moon in all its splendour shines, Even with its blemishes shines, Finding flaws with all that I am, When will this end, damn! Smiling at t

Trapped in the labyrinth of life, Looking for a way out of the mess, The heart silently beats away, The mind seems calm, at rest. As my temple touches my knees, Tears roll down my cheeks, My being cringes at the thought of another war, My mind is relentless, the heart meek. Another challenge of life seems near, All the energy ebbs out, drains me, A warrior without a sword, I walk on, I just need to be! But how long can I face this monstrosity? How much will I have to suffer? How will I gather my strength? Will I make it? Will I survive? Things that are wrong, things that pull me down? The strength of will or the strength of might? Trudging on to make my life.... The force of dark or the force of right? No answers seem to come to mind, As I trudge along the solitary way, Not even a Solitary Reaper, Whose song would make my day! Well, as days go by, I surely will, Find a way to make the way uphill, I will plant the flag o

Living for years in the solitude of my being, Listening to the jargon of my feud internal, All I want is to break free from the shackles, All I want is to be free, natural! What shackles cannot be broken? What shackles cannot be undone? All that rises in the mist above the earth, Beautiful rainbow, the prism of the sun. The duality of my being, happy painful existence, The rigour of life saps away continually, cruelly, A smile covers the remnants of war raging within, The miscellany of a life lived rashly, dangerously. I hear shrill voices, calling out from the depths of Hades, The bugle within blares, the war cry sounds, With all might, the heart trudges on, The battle is not over, the tussle will go on. How far can I travel, a prisoner of time gone by? The weight of time heavy on my shoulders lies, Winding the clock to the moment of wreckage, Among the strewn ashes of my fate I lie. The Phoenix within reaches out for the sk