battlefield

where love meets hate
where anger meets affection
where jealousy meets contentment
where belief meets rejection

where loyalty meets treachery
where honesty meets deception
where justice meets injustice
where happiness meets depression

where perseverance meets impatience
where desire meets repulsion
where humility meets pride
where peace meets convulsion

where tolerance meets prejudice
where apathy meets exhiliration
where generosity meets stinginess
where forgiveness meets condemnation

where the fields are soaked in blood
where the war cries are softly sung
where battles are always fought
where battles are seldom won

inspiration

inspiration falls from above
like shimmering raindrops
if only i could catch them all
before they hit the ground
and never dry my palms

the fog

while the sun still slept
i crept out of bed

the old men in their hands wept
off to the fields i went

too cold for a walk
so i disobeyed health

too quiet to talk
so i spoke to myself

i know you're listening
but you dont seem to speak

dialogue was missing
no other way
ever made sense to me

the plants gathered tears
in the cusps of their leaves

the birds sung of their fears
from the height of the trees

but i kept walking
ignoring the cries for mercy

why the sun never dares to sleep in
always ready for duty?

is it still too cold to feel
my body's going numb

or am i just too cold to feel?
im a casket for none

but i kept walking
at least the warm blood is still flowing

but blood was scared too
and surrendered to you, the All-Knowing

then your fog moved in
and surrounded a rebel

the cold mixed with caution
softer steps with a tremble

the fog grew thicker
the fields disappeared

the fog moved quicker
curled nearer and nearer

now truly lost
a distance from knowing

which direction i came from?
and where am i going?

im blind, i cant see
and im screaming for help

in the fog it was just you and me
and nothing else

in between two realms of darkness

in between two realms of darkness
a humble candle
struggles to burn brilliantly
they warned her, burn gentle or you'll kill yourself
the candle replied,
to live out my life dim is my only death
even to glow like the sun for a second
you and i will both know
that i truly lived