Status Quo

These are God-fearing men
Fear them, for they fear none

The dim sound of their conciousness faded
When fronted the golden statue
We all heard the sound of broken spines
As they bowed down before their divine

These are God-fearing men
Who believe that your faith
The sweat of your brow
And the blood beneath your skin
Can all be spent in vain
If it fulfills the higher purpose of
Maintaining the STATUS QUO.

Chains

I envisioned breathing on a free land you see

But I am here now, and all I see is a prison

And prisoners of love and war

Chained to one another, grotesque and miserable

One pulls himself up by pushing other down

And one falls to the ground taking down the soul chained with him

Marching round and round to tease and please

Play games and often love to preach

They breed in chains, rise in chains

Wrists to wrists and ankles to ankles

They move clunking and groaning

And sometimes they break into a laugh 

At themselves and the world they created

A laugh that squeezes a tear out of their dream glazed eyes

When they look back at the world they left behind

A Human

Human

An innocent bystander

A thief

A murderer

A rapist.

An innocent bystander

A lover

A fighter

Human.

Open mind and closed eyes

Overthinking must be a crime
Because once you open your mind
To what is, what can be, what should be
Outlines of reality can be hardly seen

In a state of wonderment you pass your time
Right behind the films of your eyes
A new world is being created inch by inch
Nicking you away from reality, pinch by pinch

Touchable stays untouched
When intangible becomes your crutch
You walk with your head held high
With an open mind and closed eyes

Last piece of gold

Last piece of gold
To be saved or sold
For this moment to behold
Can I leave tomorrow cold?

Trust mistakes of  past to haunt
And concerns of future to taunt
When the present is killed swiftly
In an attempt to make a decision quickly

Last piece of gold
Either saved or sold
Can never provide enough security
To comfort this temporary state of mortality. 

Crimson Conspiracies

O sweet one! Ours is different land under the same sky

For minds of men are sharper than my sword

Their intentions brutal than my stab

Peaceful protest fuelled by conspiracies

                                        

Thou may name me murderer

And rightfully so, every soldier is one.

Red blooded men do feel fury

Witch! Thy veins must hold cold winter wine

To see your own die

And not succumb to the seductions of a dagger

Folks who live in forest of dreams

Have often woken up to a crimson reality

What is the cost of one life?

None more than ones morality

Paladin fights neither for gold nor glory

Have mercy on my stained sword.
Have mercy on the slain ones.

Inflammable is our Flames

For I'll be damned to disturb the disturbed
And famed if I slain the serpent in my mouth
Thy songs do bring peace to mine soul
Thy fury hath burned a hole in mine heart
Still I have danced to the enchanting music of your harp
Thy silent foot hath stepped in my stormy mind
But such twain are we, that me is kept aside for the likes of thee.

Burning bright colliding, blue they have been hiding
Million nights and million fights of million might
Causes flames to often lose their sight
Yet in the depths of dull blue, love survives
The value of survival is taken from the theft of harmony
The chaos of struggle causes disruptions in symphony
Million suns embedded in dark sky on a warm summer night
Under their grace of light, let love thrive.