The Final Farewell


Soldiers, soldiers, my fellow men,

Why you so blithely sit,

Round the corpses catching fire,

Soaking it’s valiant heat.

Tempt not those circling vultures, 

Feed not those saints in black,

To barter the pride of might,

For the courage we so lack.

Remember, do you, my friends,

The dread as trumpets blare,

When the land is alive in madness,

And the blood is in the air.

Through embers and the ashes,

By the gleam of bones and teeth,

We marched on land and water,

In search of victor’s myth.

Say now, cry not, you brave and bold,

Hold up your head and chin,

The deed was done in battle, 

And in war there is no sin.

Oh god, our father, see how I mock,

Your beloved and righteous creed,

Send down thy prophet early,

We have none left to lead.

O worthy, worthy, men

O brethren of my birth,

How oft have we been blunted,

By truths of this lying earth,

I thus cannot, and never again,

Pick another shield or sword, 

So I can walk this world in search,

Of a blameless, nameless, Lord.

I ask you now, I plead you thus,

To stand now as you stood, 

And find a path more worthy,

In the light of this pyre lit wood.

Go mend your boats, my children new,

Go unfurl your freedoms sail,

And wave long to this horizon,

In a final farewell.

The Search


I did it.

If only to understand,

That pride comes before the fall,

And nothing less, meaningful,

Than my quest, 

To find questions, answerless.

And say, neigh scream, 

In the blind stillness of this primordial night,

That I have come, 

Afore all, and demanded,

My rights,

So that I can, as I did, stand,

At my pinnacle,



Free, of dread and dogma,

Cursed, yes, in orthodox minds,

Marring my divinity, 

Yet oblivious,

To all the visions of heaven and hell,

For he who stayed by me,

In the sanctum of my heart, denied, 


Anointing it a scheme, 

To tame all that surged within,

Us all, us all!

Was I mislead? 

I know not.

Was I wronged?

I care less.

Because the fall, the fall, had been mine,

The same way, my pride and flight was,


Through dream, desire, 

Baptized and redeemed,

With freedom and by duty,

Of mine to me,


The scarcity of words, 

Makes me pause, 

Makes me wonder,

If you, yes you, 

Can truly understand, me, 

Or just shrug and go on,

Passive and restless,

Under the same shelter,

From whence you have escaped,

In search, of … What?

The Silver Eclipse


There, beneath the moon,

Wet in it’s shadow,

The night flowing through your tresses,

Whispering lullaby, 

Forging dreams, 

Of summer and it’s secrets.

Let it trickle, the moonlight, 

So that it can gather in your palm, 

 And see for once, 

Your face, 

O star. 

May, the world still, 

And gasp for breath, 

As you unveil, 

In searching glance, 

Your eyes, the violent petals,

A mirror to search and find,

The side behind the eclipse.