The world is but gory

I see truth in your eyes,
That there sits with hope.
Expectations too i see dear beloved.
Be warned,
The world is but gory,
Men’s motive cunning and folly.
Smiles behind hide intentions untrue,
Embraces are a deceiver’s kiss
And kisses are a wild toxin.
Stray not from wise words,
The preaching of the anointed.
Avoid paths unclear,
The vile talk of heathen tongues beware.
Keep abreast the unsullied,
From their wells drink,
And on their lands plant seed.
Pay a sharp ear to the Philosopher’s teachings,
He who tamed the past and knows the future through dreams.
Pray to the gods,
That your heart believes are true.
Judge not by the old woman’s looks
Nor by the Orator’s speech.
Let wit lead thee dear beloved,
It led me.

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When love died

I stopped loving,

Then the morrow i stopped living.

Far i stashed loving words,

Like the story of a witnessed murder.

Sweet words once i used to coax,

Those that once were my lovers.

Alas,

Here i stand loveless

Gone are the lines i used to snare maidens.

Love ballads, sonnets a pain,

Songs of love now insatiable desires

Feelings asunder.

I stopped loving,

When love proved an elusive unicorn.

So hearken,

On days when passion again knocks on hearts that here bloom

And elsewhere broken hearts sob.

Stand with me in defense ,

And of me this say

“Involve him in this not,

This is he, the lad that stopped loving”

 

Beauty

Faces here glow,

Lit up like the Orion’s belt.

Beauty on maidens find nests,

Where there it sits and with fairness maidens are blessed.

Dimpled faces smile,

Smiles whiter than summer’s moonlight.

Wrapped in the cocoon of celebrating beauty,

Maidens in ignorance drown

Bathing in balm from admirers.

Age like a dream of death creeps in slow,

Slowly ousting beauty that  departs like day.

Yet still unaware maidens dance,

Marriage and real love there passing unseen

Still ignorance summons them hither

There towards where the Reaper feasts.

Beauty like jewels glows true,

And yet still like a rose dies.

Why then not life let lovers love,

And maidens in youth rejoice.

 

 

Death

Like all beings alive

It is death the most, that i secretly fear.

I see it in my dreams creeping,

Around dark portraits that my fearful mind paints.

I see death with my imagination dancing,

Swaying slow like a bereaved swan that lost a mate.

It is my demise that i fear most,

For still in my mind it there ensconced like a Noble

Its imagery so vivid and gory.

It is death that i mostly fear,

Those songs of grieving that the choir sings

Slow like a  cathedral knell.

It is death that i fear most

So here i am,

Hold my hand.