Ocean Slumber

The rush through my veins 

As blood courses to my brain,

It does pain me so to feel

The tightening of my chest...

Another ache sprouts

From the core of this body.

It takes another form

To torment me as I

Sleeplessly lie in the darkness

Of this world of mine...

It sprung from an image –

A thought of you that passed

Through my head and heart –

For that is where you slumber…

But this need –

The hunger – takes over

Every cell of my body…

It revives you once more

To gobble you down.

Satisfied, yet frustrated,

I lie as I drown in the deep

Velvet sky under my head,

With clouds of air

To soothe my furrow,

And under its touch

I release my senses

To the ocean’s depths…

 © A Furious Child

Faisense (Faith & Sense)

Tell me a tale
Of hidden truths,
Of love that lasts,
Of dreams come true.

Let me see
This world again
Through the eyes
Peeking from the sky.

Make me sleep
On heavenly clouds,
And visualize humanity's
Self-destruction legalized.

Explosions,
Bashed heads,
Cut limbs,
Wounded Earth
Blood-stained oceans.

That world seizes,
Broken and shattered.
Bodies piled up in heaps,
Mountains can't compare.

The end is here.
All dreams deceased.
The horn once blown,
All living now gone.

Silence resides,
All beings sleep,
Alone He stands
In His glory.

The horn twice blown,
All beings awake,
Humanity awaits
That long judgment.

I know not
What will await.
I know not
My eternal state.

Heaven or hell
Are all in place.
I pray to God
But it's too late...

I had a chance,
A lifetime ago,
I had a choice,
Be friend or foe.

Not His or yours,
But my own,
It's my decisions,
That seal my fate.

I know that Time
Had played its part.
It seemed like forever
That Single Life.

But Truth be told
I was warned...
Believe or disbelieve
The choice was mine...

Do good, do evil,
I have judgment.
Repent for mistakes,
For God forgives.

It is my belief,
Upon a mind,
I force it not,
Nor do I hate.

Never have I claimed
To comprehend all,
For ultimate knowledge
Is God's alone.

He is the Creator,
The One and Only,
He is the Peace,
Redemption's his.

It's not a tale,
Nightmare or dream.
It's all promised,
That day will come...


© A Furious Child

What a Child!

She was but a child, yet somehow the instinct to love existed within her. Unlike others, she learned heartbreak at quite a young age. She experienced the depravity found in an unrequited love.
A child she was, yet she loved for years. She loved without reciprocation longer than many do, and she remained faithful to that love for too long.
She was but a child, yet she could recognize the adoration in her beloved eyes as they were directed at someone other than herself.
A child, yet her heart was pinched by jealousy and pain that lasted for years before she could master that pain and bury it far away. . . .
She was but a child, yet circumstances changed, and she was agonizing over the troubles of a selfish family that never cared for her heart or her well-being. . . .
She was but a child,  yet she wanted him to comfort her when life forced its way into her little world. 
He was but a boy who knew of her strife and stood close by to watch her being crushed, yet he never reached out to salvage her innocence or her sanity. . . .
She was but a child, yet she experienced her pain as well as the pains of others. . . .
She was a child that had to grow up too quickly. . . .
She had the intelligence to be older than her years. . . .
She is buried now, somewhere in this world, and no one is the wise to know otherwise. . . .

Goodbye, little child!
Worry not, little child, for I will never forget you. . . . 


© A Furious Child

The World of Humanity

Human life is very confusing...

We are all the contradictions this world has to offer..

We can build,

We can destroy.

We are strong,

We are weak.

We are courageous,

But we are afraid.

We make life,

Yet we take life.

We fail

And succeed.

We love

And hate.

We are little

But full of pride.

Outwards

And inwards.

We are temporary

Yet lingering...

We forget.

And remember.

We take

And break.

The world is peaceful

Yet we are always at war.

This world is our playground.

We make of it what we can.

We make of it all we can.

Endlessly we try,

Infinitely we pry...

We question everything,

But sometimes find nothing.

All we do is leave a fingerprint

On a universe without extent.

In the fever of continuity

Memory is our destiny.

© A Furious Child

Danse Macabre

"You will not live to forty,"
She said quietly...
Her voice was hoarse
In an attempt to converse
With the people from her visions.
Or was it all a daydream,
A hallucination by the stream
Of unconscious thoughts
Running through cerebral realm...

But she could see them,
She remembered the first time
She ever had that experience.
She did not call them;
They just appeared
In the reflection of a mirror.
There was one so distinct,
His grin froze her blood,
Bald and short,
Yet stronger that most.
Even far away from mirrors
They followed her still.
Next she knew darkness all that fell.
Awakened by another dark hill..
They visited twice more,
But messages they never bore...

Intuition gave way to superstition.
"Never predict your death. It's bad omen."
Living or dead, it makes no difference.
Unlucky with love she has always been.
She loved a hundred times before,
But no man could her adore.
She is weird, funny, and sarcastic,
Nevertheless she is also fantastic.
Living or dead, it makes no difference.
No father nor mother would be moved.
Never proud despite all efforts.
They were always pushing her
Towards the edge of compromise.
Comparison was their weapon,
To strip away all her reason.

There is only one that might remember
All the good she could surrender.
A friend that lasted for year
Despite separation and long despair.

"Fool yourself not by false hope,"
Said the voice with hand on shoulder,
"No one will miss a girl like you."
"Special, Oh yes, but never true."
"You never loved and never hoped"
"That life would give you forever more."
"Your fears would take so many shapes"
"I am but one, a face, a voice, a mishap."
"Deny me. Still, I'll come again,"
"And you will see further disdain."

"You will not live to forty,"
She hoarsely said and quietly...
A voice replied, so sure, so stern:
"To predict one's death is bad omen,"
"So stop these nonsense lies woven"
"By devil or insecurities your own."
"Forget not all you have done."
"Be strong, be faithful, be sane."
"The world listens not to an insane."

She waited a while to hear the voices.
She never stopped weighing her choices.
Looking about her, she found no being,
To confirm anything that she was hearing.
Her sight had always been slowly fading,
But no sight needed as night starts falling.
The drapes of darkness had taken all time,
And sleep was calling to claim her prime.

"Good night sweet love, you had a chance."
"Now all things given, let's end our dance."


© A Furious Child

Illness

You're stealthy,

Creeping in me,

Growing slowly,

In my body.

You're hateful,

And quite painful.

Are you my poison?

Or my salvation?

I don't know why

You've come to be.

I care not of your agenda,

Just leave my body!

© A Furious Child

The Honey-eyed Man

Butterfly Doll

Cannot breathe…

I’m a prisoner,

Trapped in this life.

A butterfly caught

In this artificial Web.

They call it home –

This box –

This Dollhouse.

It is my jail.

I can only exist

Through these words

Shinning

On the screen

You’re staring at…

I am free here,

I speak my mind

With clarity

And honesty…

I summon you here

To embrace me,

Kiss away my tears,

And curve a smile

On this scored heart.

Bring it to life

With your pulse..

Surge through this body…

Break away all bars.

Let me fly,

Forever free…

© A Furious Child