Life Without a Soul

Sequel from The Boy Who Almost Saved The World

A forlorn boy, trapped and alone,
Skinny, just skin and bone,
Begging, lying down on a dirty street,
Noises none but only his heartbeat,
Sitting behind the dumpster, crying,
Laughing, then crying,
Reminiscing his life,
The wrong turns he made,
Turning his soul black,
Then it faded, just like that,
A pariah to the society, full of hope,
Ignoring the boy who almost saved the world,
A forgotten hero he was,
A heroic action turned to a façade,
Created by fools who loves looking,
Pain on other peoples faces,
Slaves of The MAN,
Destroying peoples lives,
Lies that are poisonous,
Infecting the peoples minds,
Of jealousy and hatred,
The Devil’s traits,
Beating this hopeless creature,
To a tiny decrepitude soul,
A life without a soul it felt,
It hurts so bad,
Only body pain can numb it,
But it will not make it better,
Is it fair if things are unfair?
Is this justice if we are discriminated?
Is it wrong to be a hero?
To save the world from idiots?
Who are razing the world to pieces?
Why are they free?!
These thoughts running in his mind,
A life that was so precious taken,
Raped of his freedom,
His pride, bravery, torn to shreds,
Left with nothing at all,
But a tormented soul,
Gliding at the backstreets,
Finding hope that wasn’t there,
The lights now hated him,
A metaphor that became literal,
I pity him,
But reality sometimes can be cruel,
The world is going backwards,
A sense of destruction coming,
Worst than all plagues or disasters,
The boy waited for that time
To get revenge,
Revenge that will taste so sweet,
For now, I will leave him, bidding for that time,
Waiting for that time,
Then I will join him,
For the sake of mankind’s survival,
BE READY!!

My Personal Legend

My life,

Started as a white paper,

I have the right to colour,

My favourite colours,

Which starts,

My Personal Legend,

My dreams,

My ambition,

My sacred journey through Life,

Living on Earth,

Goals that are ready to be achieved,

The rewards I earn to retrieve,

Will bring me closer,

 To the Master Work,

The ultimate goal,

My dreams, heart and soul,

Poured to reach this level,

Good omens as catalyst,

Beginners luck stands by my side,

To perfect my Personal Legend,

Full of stories and experience,

No difficulties and disturbance,

Success that gives me confidence,

Brings me ever-strong vitality,

To avoid accidents,

Bad luck and bad omens,

This is my dream,

My Personal Legend.

The Warriors of Light

I asked not!

Your ordinary Heaven,

Infested with pagans,

I asked for freedom,

Filled with strong faith,

Brave facing martyrdom,

Leading a war,

In the crusades,

Where centuries,

Our heroes' bodies laid,

Anxiously,

If freedom is possible,

Fought by the next generation,

Hindering our own destruction,

We Are The Men Of The Future!

We protect our people,

We crush those who oppose us,

Turn them to cripples,

We don't ask for your money,

Your materials none taken willingly,

We only need our strength and power,

By God,

We will fight along with a prayer,

To be men clinging to his dead soul,

To be the King of Masters...

The Boy Who Almost Saved The World

He saw a raconteur,
Listened to her anecdotes of the painful hours,
Of mans cruel and devastating killing frenzy,
Where war causes death and agony,
He listened, fidget and winced,
The tales of grotesque and idiotesque,
He thought that human must be ashamed,
To be human,
As we live like the Devils,
Thinking, breathing of evil,
As human kill for sheer pleasure,
Just to know our power to measure,
We slaughter, decapitate,
Dismember, stab, incinerate,
The people we hate,
For sheer pleasure,
For the boy has seen,
The scene of death,
It was never a scene of picturesque,
One of many we all detest,
As humans are proud,
Burning little children,
To fry their parents,
The scene not for the faint-hearted,
Our minds are disturbed and distorted,
The memories of death,
Grows sicker and sicker,
The boy looked in disgust,
Walked away from humanity,
Meditated far away in a cave near a sea,
For the breeze gave him tranquility,
Then he made a peregrination, trying to find,
The facts of life and living,
A common language that is forgotten,
He mastered and became wise,
For nature enticed him,
With Tales of Truths,
Tales of The World,
He left to the city,
Now is controlled by animosity,
A war brewed for almost a thousand years,
Casualties increasing including someone he dears,
He stood in the middle,
Where bullets fiddled,
He listened to the sounds,
Sounds of the cacophonic weapons,
Stopped the war by raising his arms,
A thousand stories he told,
Secrets of death that has unfold,
The gruesome truth, the sick twisted mind,
The raconteur smiled, her message now defined,
The truth of war, shoots through one of Hell's door,
The war stopped, they just seen the real mind,
The death of innocents cannot be unwind,
Peace could be restored,
But stubbornness prevailed,
The true madness of men has unveiled,
The boy, wrongly accused of witchcraft,
Was banished,
The poisonous rumour,
Spread like a cancer,
Nobody cares about him anymore,
And the raconteur died,
Killed by a madman,
The boy lived at the back alleys,
Looked at the hopeless city,
There on the dark alley,
He laid and curled,
From that day he called himself,
The Boy Who Almost Saved The World.

To Her Dark, Brown Eyes

I looked at her flawless skin,

Her dark brown eyes,

Her lips that is thin,

She is wise, to choose me as her protector,

As her companion,

As her staunch lover,

I dare not leave her,

And I will never dither,

To give endless loving and care,

To her,

All because of her,

Dark brown eyes,

That is dreamy,

Confidence glows from her eyes,

The passion that will never die,

Made me high,

Floating in the heavens,

She still looks beautiful,

Even when she cries,

When I'm away from you,

I feel alone and blue,

This is because,

I can't see,

Her dark brown eyes,

That shows me paradise,

Sacredness and purity,

Where you dance gracefully,

To the music of love,

She looks like an angel,

 With those dark, brown eyes,

Eyes that tells the truth,

Eyes that never lies,

Eyes that doesn't have a disguise,

To give pleasure to a man,

Who loves looking,

At her dark brown eyes,

So dreamy, 

So lovely,

So true,

I'm so lucky,

To have you.

Wounded

I

I saw you,

Alone,wounded,

Lost, stranded,

All that you've defended,

Became lost, and unwanted,

You sat alone,

In a space of the unknown,

Bleeding,

With a painful feeling,

Of despair,

The place where you were born,

Abandons you,

As you stood there,

With your heart torn,

Chaos, has just begun,

When I walk with you,

With the wounded.

II

The teachings you learned,

Wasn't worth the peace you have earned,

because people still attack you,

They touched you,

Harshly,

The pain searing deeply,

Your body became weak,

That peace is lost,

You can never seek,

The beatings you get,

Felt long like days and weeks,

Then rain fell, making you wet,

You lie, wounded,

When the sun sets,

I found you,

I took your hand,

Chaos may have befallen upon you,

But we will walk together,

With the wounded.

III

You have suffered,

The tortures you have felt,

Now is the time,

For you to heal,

You have faced more,

Than you can deal,

For you are the wounded,

No harm upon you was ever intended,

You were a victim of rage,

Pain drawn in every page,

Of callousness and crassness,

Causing paranoia and distrustfulness,

Now heal yourself,

Hold my hand,

Purify your self,

As your heart needs amends,

So walk with pride,

Do not feel hurt,

Walk with a smug,

Go ahead and stride,

Show to them your raw pride,

You my friend,

Are not,

One of the wounded,

Anymore...

She Went Away

I

I still remember,

That heat of passion,

Between us still lingers,

But your scent that intoxicates,

Grows weaker and weaker,

I wanted you to know,

That I don’t love you anymore,

That’s when she walked away,

Leaving me alone here to stay.

II

As the wind that flows slowly,

So does my love that’s gone away,

It’s neither sacred nor holy,

As we pulled the killing trigger,

The chill, the spill,

Of rejection and hate,

Of shouting and screaming,

We stopped and wait,

That’s when I said,

“No more, never”,

She started to weep and shudder,

And as I tried to make her stay,

She turned, and went away.

III

Like the shadow trapped on the ground,

I laid there and made no sound,

The night screams,

By the howls of the hounds,

If only I was better,

In making her happy all day,

If only I can change,

My wicked, wicked ways,

I’ve lost the love I had,

It left me here,

With nothing to adhere,

Like a stain that won’t go away,

It stays on my mind,

For years it haunts,

The devils, they laugh and taunt,

That beautiful face, crying,

As she turned, and walked away,

It kills me to see it again,

Her slender body moving to the door,

As I said,

“No more, nevermore”,

Rather than stay,

She went away….

FOREVER