Words

I love words…
It is said
There was only that in the beginning
Words dancing, words spinning
Joyful, playful, cute little words
Singing words in the Great One, imagining
I love words…
With them I can convey
Much more than I could say
Genuine are the feelings described
Cause the truth takes time
And I have that with words
I can’t really inadvertently hurt with them
Weighing them carefully
They follow cheerfully
The path of my thoughts
Always in the wake
They know well my heart
Much better than my tongue ever will
Sad words, painful words, whispering words
They sing of my never found lost love
Better than my hands they know Her
From hair to nails
Engraved in them is the sweetness of her voice
The alien heat of her flesh
The stark beauty that emanate from Her
In a shimmering glory
Shining, iridescent words
Yet, sometimes, even they fail Her
Or in truth, I fail to find them for Her
Words everlasting
In a perpetual stream
Like, with no end or beginning, a dream
Outlasting the last universe’s atom
Words interlaced, words entwined
Words weaved in a gigantic and unique tapestry
I can see them sometimes
My eyes filled with awe
Dancing the never-ending story of the Verb
And it is with an aching heart and streaming tears
That I bid them: “farewell ô my gentle friends”

Faraway land

In this faraway land of pain and misfortune
My soul still sing, still to yours attuned
And if the melancholy chimes of sins atoned
The heart cannot forgive, nor forget my lost Fortune

In this faraway land, embodiment of my penance
Embodiment of my restive nightmarish dreams
Embodiment of the loss of a feeling from a torn past
Embodiment of you I shall never again possess
I sigh, murmur and mourn about the Queen of my Realms

In this faraway land where I wandered, exiled
No breeze could lift my heart, no water quench my thirst
And the far, almost forgotten, day when to you I lied
Torment me like a hateful lover that I shall never trust

But this faraway land is my last and only hope
My most low status, my most great stand
Where this pain that feels me utterly can become an ode
To you, beautiful bright haven where again I shall land

I Have No Dream

I have no dream of peace, love or happiness
I have no wish to hold in this utter darkness
I have no time to waste on wanting
I am past fear and past caring
I have no dream
That’s my only regret
I have no realm
That is left to forget
I’m but a shell of what I should be
My answer is to be and somehow not be

Song of the Lost

Immortal lands

In the irrational turmoil, fruit of our innumerable passions, resides sometimes unexpected calmness. Its serene nature comes from the same certainties which defy the understanding of human knowledge. A long time I wandered, my life an insoluble riddle. I sometimes loved, my heart suffering thousand deaths.
However nothing was worse than the moment of total detachment, where the only feeling was utter numbness. At this moment lost in the infinity of time, suspended as the base of any inexistence, I wished with all my heart to know again the immortal lands of love…

Reborn

Has all love vanished from your heart?
Has your conscience been utterly extinguished?
Is betrayal what you ultimately wished?
How can you look at yourself without feeling any hurt?
There are many things I wonder about
And all questions remain unanswered
My beliefs waver now with doubt
While it is red tears that my eyes shed
Nonetheless I just can’t forget
I grieve for your remembrance lost
For the kind man who you once was
God forgive this one who is past regret
Make him remember the gentleness in heart
Let him be reborn to the Elohim

She wasn’t pretty but kind of heart

She wasn’t pretty but kind of heart
Wasn’t interested, neither was I, still it hurts
The moon looming over our heads
We parted, tears threatening to burst

Chapter 01 - Forlorn Fuckin’ Hope - Part 1

My head still throbbing, I woke up from another nightmarish slumber. The night wasn’t dark but in shades of gray. That gave to things an ominous look. The wound on my forearm seemed to be getting worse, infection was eating at it and I had no idea how to stop it in this godforsaken place.

And it was forsaken all right. I came to wonder if I was still alive. This whole world was just wrong, out of place. There were no colors, and everywhere I looked I saw only endless featureless hills.

But the ache in my arm and my head, the thirst in my throat, the hunger in my belly convinced me that I was perhaps not in best of shape but alive nonetheless. That why I started to check on my weapons. The baldric of my sword hung uselessly on my back; my two pistols were loaded and swung on my waist.

I startled to the sound of a crow, a gigantic crow it seemed. What addressed me was a man with a head singularly reminding of a hawk.

― You are a stranger here, aren’t you? he said.

― Who are you? I asked defensively.

I could not quite catch his features then. Nor young nor old, I only had the feeling that he belonged to this place like those hills. Like he himself was this place. It was a strange creepy feeling, in fact. And if I’ve already boasted in this account of my life about my bravery, I am ashamed to confess that then, in front of the man, I was scared to the bones, and knew that the blade in my hand as the pistols to my waist were no match against him.

― You should be scared of me, he replied as if reading my thoughts, or I was just too obvious. But don’t be. I know who you are and why you are here, at least who sent you here to disturb my peace. And I hate him as much as you do if not more… so perhaps I will help you a little.

― Who are you? I repeated dumbly, stubbornly.

― My name doesn’t matter James.