Last Stand - Part 1

He maintain his stance,
Withstooding another strike,
But for how long more could he,
When you see his trembling limbs
And sore bloodied hands.

There was no intention
Of dropping his arms
But neither can he find strength
To make another swing of the sword,
Blunt and rusted to the hilt.

His limbs cry to him
And his mind wavering,
Facing the thought of defeat,
With each weakening breathe
Doused by the scorching wind.

good post.bad.

I could so much hate
the days I get
a much better writing
on my desk.

That the better post
are often companions
of gloom
and bad days.

Consider it
consolidation
to dark,
brooding hours.


Lest they turn around
and decide
to stay awhile
longer than you wanted.


So long the poet stays
sane with chiseled words
you can wonder
whether he is doing good.

Me and Cloud

Droplets from the rain cloud,
Yet to form a storm.
Treasury of greenery,
I'm looking at trees to be.
Gushes from the air,
Cold to the touch.
That is the day,
At half of the night

Lost Poem

I don't have a poem this time.
It's just me,
And a heart full of words,
Mind filled with thoughts
Of her.

The constant ache
That rings a bit too late
Bringing myself to reminder
How much I want to
Let her know how much i love her.

Where is my Juliet.
The one that is bounded
By her house and name
And by my words
She went away.

I do not see her
But i still feel her pain
Teary red and swollen eyes
And it is by my name
They came to be.

The logical mind
Does not match with
Emotional thoughts
Like how we were presumed
As a bleak stricken union.

Abrupt Stop

It came
To an abrupt stop.
No more
Humming of the engine.
Or whatever
Internal mechanics it consists.
Snatched some
Attention of the commuters.
Turn around
Made no sense of the situation.
Jerk on
And its back to normal.
Let's say
The escalator wants a holiday too.

Bright.Space.

Why is the sun so bright today?
Have i woken past the hour
And no one's here to wake me.
Perhaps the lack to need to
Might grant me some space,
A personal sanctuary in sight.

Mind ponders back and forth
Slightly right
With a bit more to the left
And hypothes the due reason
Was a sign of unimportance
Sadly speaking,
The mind was more than
Half convince.

More than 24

Wish for that additional 24 hours
Or a day if you would call it
in today our week of 7
So that we could
Have just that time
To complete what isn't

Second thoughts kick in
Of time being universal
And everyone will see
Their extended week
And what difference
Would that make

When it means its
An additional day
for work to jump on you
For people to make
That one request
Making your work essentially
... neverending

If only
That 24hours
Was for you solely.