Blood

Revenge: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood. For pain there needs to be payback. Retribution will present itself.

Have you ever been hurt so bad you wished you could die? Have you ever been put through so much pain you can no longer feel anymore?

Do you know of pain that floods you through your bones and courses deep into your soul? Have you ever felt the pain of loss and heartbreak beyond compare? When someone close is taken away from you and all you can do is look on. Just watch while a stranger - an outsider- steals all you hold dear from under your nose.

As the pain sinks into you and buries itself deep within the recesses of your mind, all you could do is watch in helplessness. The fires of hope and joy flicker away. The light of your life is gone. In its place is a cold burning darkness. Emotions beyond description assail you. Your mind reeling from the confusion. So much pain. So much sadness. Unbearable.

You shy away from it. You hide away from the pain. Smother it under the fiery heat of hatred and vengeance. Someone must pay. Someone will pay.

Whoever it is matters not in the least. He/she was the one responsible for your pain and loss. That is what's most important.

He will pay for his wrong-doing. Justice will be meted out. You will be sure of that.

When You Went Away

I thought
Really I did
With all my heart
I totally dreamed
It was all in my head
Then everything shattered
Now everything's dead

But wisdom made its call
Age was my saving grace
I saw without
A light so vague
Then I understood
This was all nothing
Just a passing phase

Convinced
Nothing short
With all my strength
Hard as I could I fought
For the good of all
For my perceptions
I crushed my bounds

No more me
No more we
Just a you
A simple they
The rest of the world
The way it should be
Against simple old me

Matters no more
There's none
Worries don't exist
Just an endless chore
Step upon step
Never ending

It's tiring
Verily so
Though I know
Still hard to let go
No helping it
Gone in the breeze
Leaving me to freeze

The Unquenchable Thirst

The unquenchable thirst: Do you have it?

What is it?

It is a need. One that requires constant attention. An obsession so subtle it is almost unnoticable. An unquenchable thrist.

Everyone has it.

There are things we can't live without. Whose existence becomes the fuel that feeds the flames of life. Things without which we would die.

The question is: What are they?

What are things that keep us alive? Could they be air, food, water? Is that all?

Then again, what would life be like without a place to stay? So maybe we should include a shelter;a home.

Even then, what meaning would life hold without companionship? A person could go crazy living all alone. One needs family and friends too.

And what of safety and comfort? Dangerous surroundings and lack of proper comfort tends to shorten the lifespan of a person. We may as well include safety and comfort in the list of things we need.

What about joy? We can't live in sadness and gloom all our lives can we?

Let's see - air, food, water, home, friends, family, safety, comfort, joy...

Can you think of anything else we need? Or rather, anything else you'd want to have. How long does the list go on?

Of all these things, which among them is in truth unnecessary? Are there things we made necessary due to the fact that it brings comfort?

Can we live without a home? Whatneed have we for friends? Why must we have comfort? Is joy really important at all?

Do we need love?

A wanderer lives without a home does he not? A hermit has little need for friends. A lost survivor makes do with whatever little comfort he finds around. And most of us lead less than totally joyous lives.

Does anyone live without knowing love?

Do you know your unquenchable thirst?

A Little Madness

Would you understand the deranged ramblings of a mad-man?

And if you did, would that make you a mad-man too?

The mind is perhaps the strangest realm one could live in. It may as well be the most normal too. They say you could only believe what you see with your own two eyes. Yet one should also be aware that you only see what you choose to see.

Could you comprehend a mad-man if you choose to? Would you understand him if you want to? If I told you magic is a possibility, would you believe me? Were I to say the wind has a mind of its own would you disagree?

People live their lives rooted to a single form of reality. Logic rules their world. Certain self-proclaimed laws hold their imagination in place. And as long as they remain rooted down to these frigid corners of existence, normality would always retain its form.

The mad-man defies the norms of practically everyone else. So if you see things the way he does, you have gone mad too, wouldn't you think? The mind of the warped changes the laws of the norm. It sees all things differently. It understands all things differently.

Yet, if you think deeper into things, everyone sees and thinks uniquely. Up to a certain degree of course. Are we all just crazy in our own ways?

As the saying goes,there's a little madness in all of us.

The Gravedigger

Beyond the reach of the sun
Lies a world beyond reach of time
Pummeled by layers of dirt
A realm so small in girth

Dig dear friend dig
Unearth thy little world
Thy time hath come to open
The gates await another to enter

Upon sunbaked grounds thy stand
Within soaking rain thou work
With pick, spade and hoe
Thy wear but a passing woe

"Hail dear Lord
Thou believers doth await Thee
We come one by one
To Thy realm away from the sun

To the calling of the angel
Whose word doth death abide
Whose will is a testament
Of God's ultimate might"

Dig dear friend dig
Face Mecca Thou work will be
For another who waits reprieve
Whose time has come for worldly release

"To Him they will return
Once sentence hath been served
Timely whippings from angel fierce
Or kindly dotings from heavenly love

One by one they're prepared
For homes deep seven steps
My hands dirtied for a holy cause
The closing chapter of the soul's divorce

Goodbye dear servant of God
Thy time hath come to pass
I close thine ties to here onwards
Look back not to the past"

Work that is never-ending
Till all men have fallen through
A job few would like to do
But for a selected crew

Dirty as it may be
A cause it is most worthy
Thine work hides all disease
Under columns wide three feet

Mine thanks to thee dear friend
For when mine time is through
Mine grave thou dig for me
Here I come to life there-after

"Hail to Thee Lord Almighty
Thy blessings to the dead
May I be among them one day
Saved from Thy fiery hell

For time will come for me to go
When my job is through and gone
Another will be called to bury mine corpse
The gravedigger soul divulged"