Monday, November 16, 2015

The Court Jester





He stood there
Almost like at the
Eye of the battle
That raged

He laughed at
What was at Play
Seemingly a war
Between good
And evil between
Black and White
So to say

The black knight fought
With valor and sleaze
Mixed in divine portions
Against the white knight
Who though white
Was probably just
As Black in his attack
And as their blood mixed
From the blows, it turned grey

The Jester watched on
And knew that
There was no good
Or evil for it was
All in the mind
But who was to say
That it wasn’t real
For it was only the Jester
Who could laugh?
As the battle raged

- A Filarial Pome

Thursday, November 12, 2015

I have come long and far
through a journey of choice
i dont know if it is the
saddest or some otherthing that
if even today you said
leave it all and come with me
I would without batting
a tiny eyelid

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Salvation

The path to salvation
is very similar to that
which leads one to
eternal damnation
there does not seem
much difference between
the two so to say
for without one
the other seems impure
I wonder though
which is it that I seek
Salvation or Damnation