Fleeting days

Sojurn from the mellow days,

the lips parted and wishing to say,

A lost sage I emulate,

My true character he extenuates,

Ostentatious, pretentious, and above a grade,

whose brusque and brazen demeanor abdicate,

The Alluring Prince who assuaged,

The sickness that turned you grey,

Be warned a demon that hides away,

Ubiquitous with every word of dismay

The tribulation of situations might capitualate

A deletorious demegogue it emulates,

Though I hope a fortuitous ray,

That extinguishes the dark soul and renovates,

But not soon are those days I am afraid,

Causing the fragile angel to be scared away.

The Shifting Sands

Men have walked the earth for centuries,
And all they’ve done is move sand,
Through each grain of sand the soul that hide,
A secret lay waiting to confide,
A beast ready to prowl the land,
The cage etched with the words,
Doubt, fear, guilt, smear,
Judge amass, judged at last,
Carve my heart and throw it in the pit to cast,
The world is bare, let the beast out to let it tear,
Ceaser, Luther, Gandhi Beware,
My ambition greater, my love stronger,
I shall conquer hearts like a tyrant,
The Earth will once again quake with a revolution,
Sand Shifting about with the fertile winds,
Washing away corruption from sin,
And so the time has grown near,
Where I stare at the beast within,
Questioning if freedom is worth failure,
Fearing what we are truly capable of,
Trifling about if we will be able to do the beast justice,
Many days shall be spent away from friends,
Many days will be spent on losing sleep,
For the beast requires attention and respect,
Dedication and discipline,
And with vain desires we are replete,
Driven by ambition I shall open that cage,
The beast, upon me, can take out it’s rage,
The world will know me as the mad sage,
I shall tie my turban to keep my thoughts together,
and brush my mount and make it ready for battle,
Staring my ride in the eye,
There is a connection beyond sense of mind,
And in the back I can hear my soul cry,
Tearfully say: “The earth will darken the sand that once shined”,
And yet I stride in the winds that the Merciful Engines Drive,
My sand will scatter on the naked earth clean,
And in the light of the creator it shall gleam,
To finally fulfill its destiny.

The Forgotten Jewel

Alone it sat there, eyes glued to the clock,
though it belonged wrapped around the queens forelock,
Or displayed behind a jeweler’s shop,
but neither man nor beast can find the stairs,
that lead to upper chamber of heirs,
and so it will remain hidden, alone in shock,
the jewel that was stuck in the rock.