Although I lived Like snow among Aryan rays, In my final hour I will not forget my last Prayer: I won't die for naught.
How I wish I could sing My song to you, The highs and lows of how I adore all that you are. But, my voice falters, and breaks Like everything in life eventually does. So in my private time I Construct a poem just to give To you. To show you a glimmer Of what … Continue reading #209 – The warble of love
The state, being a manifestation of The nation and directing its aims Through its people: we do not have this. We have state against nation: Where so many words are flung to the wind Like insignificant sands, mere specks in A collage of desires and obfuscation. Power hungry with aching bowels they Run with the … Continue reading #208 – The state
I haven't got the will nor strength To fight another day, so I Make myself believe that there isn't Another one to come. That the sun won't rise, The moon won't sink, That there isn't another day to fight, So I make belief that tomorrow will never come. *This poem was influenced by the song … Continue reading #207 – Make belief
Of all the places and times to Dwell in, the one that We belong to is that which Relates to our nativity. Our natal patrimony, The chain of which we are, The links that make us. We are more a chain than a link. Through nation, through patrimony, Through matrimony, our legacy and Heritage lives … Continue reading #206 – The nation
I have spent my whole life Writing: spilling forth words like Waves from a sea too Powerful to keep back. Pushing Me like a nihilistic void. But, to know is to act, and I must do so now. No more words, to Know is to act: and I am acting now.
To soar as high as potential allows, To be comfortable when we come down, And fit ourselves into that space Left by our souring power, Is the way we live and die, Our philosophy of looking upon high. To know one's place and to Prosper in the knowledge that we Are where we should be, … Continue reading #204 – Knowing one’s place