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Destinations

27 Wednesday Jun 2018

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despair, destinations, destiny, life, Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, sadness

desert road

On a dark desert road;
With what’s left of my baggage;
Memories and scars abroad;
Astray, leading this carriage;
All charts I have shredded;
To unchain my soul;
I care not where am headed;
The passage is my goal;
Happy havens are fiction;
And all smiles are forged;
When one of affliction;
Can’t be cleansed and purged;
Between destinations stay, don’t you speed;
For between lashes lay happiness indeed.
©FAT 2018

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The tale of my three witches

17 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by fais in poem, poetry, writing

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despair, destiny, fate, life, Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, story, tale, writing

3wt

A tale to be told;
Of the three witches of mine;
Of a time so cold;
And mine forsaken shrine;

The first took a virgin heart;
And spoke of a future heaven;
Where true life will truly start;
And where all dreams are given;

But by heaven’s door;
These words were spoken;
“Promises I made before-
Are at this moment broken”;

But fear not my dear;
This promise I’ll keep forever;
One day this storm will clear;
And we will be together;

One day we will be one;
And I pray that you will wait;
As soon as my chores are done;
We will fulfil our fate;

Then Seasons passed;
Of drought and flood;
Lilies or roses massed;
For joy or blood;

Till, one day she came;
As she once did before;
And as she spoke my name;
I said “please no more;

Naive I am not, I was;
And yes, Forgiveness I can give;
But I shan’t, just because;
You should have had let me live”

Then more Seasons passed;
On my two knees kneeling;
And from the Lord I asked;
For only peace and healing;

Then came a heavenly dove;
Angelic, soft and tender;
She said “I am, your one true love-
I am your hardship-mender”;

“My walls are high you’ll fail;
And they are like a regiment lined;
I am sure none you can scale;
I am sure none you can grind”

She said time will tell;
And I have no doubt;
I’ll camp here until;
That day you come out;

With time by day I peak;
To see what joy she is bringing;
And when my day grows weak;
I hide, and seek her singing;

Then came a stormy night;
And her voice I could not hear;
Have she left or perhaps she might;
Have been struck by fear;

To see if she had left;
These walls I’ve swiftly conquered;
But upon the last wall that’s left;
My will just withered and faltered;

Against the wall I sadly leaned;
As if I had lost a treasure?
Or have I been blessed and weaned;
Off this senseless pleasure;

Here comes next morn;
And here comes my penance;
How morn could be born;
If not in her presence;

I left my fort behind;
Then sat in my empty field;
Screamed that I have been blind;
Please come back I yield;

The night has finally fallen;
And here comes her voice;
From a distance calling;
“Are you out by choice?”

“Yes indeed I am;
Without you my days are grim;
My heart is an opened clam;
So by thine love please do brim”;

She said “my love you’re-
My love, you’re my heart and soul;
Our love is our only cure;
Our love will make us whole;

At night we shall live;
For my days are by duties chained;
I’ll give as much as I can give;
As I won’t let my vows be stained;

Live by day as will;
Wear smiles and say you’re fine;
Have fun but please don’t tell;
That your sweet heart is mine;

Years of joy went fast;
But then, for daylight I yearned;
Happier I can be at last;
And happiness I have earned;

But I got one reply;
“There is too much at stake;
I can’t and that’s no lie;
But this risk I can’t take;

My kids will be stunned;
And divorce is plain taboo;
Off my finance I will be shunned;
And one day you will hate me too;

I know this is unjust;
And my heart is sore;
I am sorry and please do trust;
I’ll waste your time no more”;

Scarce Words became;
To a tongue that strives;
To say forget my name;
And go play your lives;

Go honor your chains;
And in your duties bask;
Enjoy your chosen gains;
Whilst you wear your mask;

Rotten was her truth;
But worse, is your crime;
She stole my lustful youth;
But you stole my prime;

Our path has parted;
With those unspoken words;
She went where she charted;
And I, to my lonesome wards;

More seasons on seasons spun;
And so did my grief and laughter;
Came new thoughts and quickly gone;
Except for what will come after;

Then came this queen;
With a heart as white;
As moonlight beam is seen;
In the darkest night;

She got my old feelings stirred;
She quelled this lasting thirst;
And although she is my third;
She is somehow my first;

Happy with what we chanced;
We loved, we cared and shared;
We kissed we sang we danced;
But off this tale you’re spared;

At one’s conscious gnaws;
Secrets kept untold;
Destined by nature laws;
With time they will unfold;

Why can’t people see?
Cloaks are not worth it sighs;
For when the truth is free;
All else are only lies;

My past, they have consumed;
But they’ve left my unborn days;
But you deemed my future doomed;
With your lies, and evil ways;

They may have been depraved;
But both I didn’t hate or loath;
It’s my fault, I loved I craved;
And in truth, you’ve sainted both.

That was mine, and my three witches’ tale;
A tale of time ill-spent in vain;
A tale of how one’s reason fail;
A tale of love, torment and pain….
©FAT 2018

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long Awaited visit 

13 Thursday Jul 2017

Posted by fais in poetry

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despair, destiny, life, love, poem, poetry, sadness

Dear awaited visitor
Where art thou;
I know most see you sinister;
But I don’t I vow;
Days and people promises and lies;
Scenes and memories passes by too;
Nothing seen or left but pain and sighs;
While lonely I sit awaiting you;
Inevitable you are;
And in that I believe;
Come please and take me far;
For I am so ready to leave;
It’s isn’t my era;
but time I can not blame;
I am not sure if there was ever;
A time that I could claim;
Some say live;
you are at your prime;
But with nothing much give;
It’s only a borrowed time;
Blasphemy the words above;
Just as the days I spend;
No legacy and no dove;
And an unforeseen end;
A befitting visit;
Is not too much to ask;
It’s not now is it;
Such a troublesome task;
Old friend don’t by shy don’t frit;
We are passed the courtship game;
For the many times we met;
Take your list and push my name;
You would be received as a true God sent;
& if it makes you relieved,every word I meant;
©FAT2017

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Still dreaming

23 Wednesday Sep 2015

Posted by fais in life, poem, poetry

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depression, despair, destiny, dreaming, life, Loneliness, poem, poetry, sanctuary, thought of the day

wtf

I have accepted my destiny
Delegated my affairs to my creator
God was forever kind to me
And I pray he will be later

With an ancient sword and cane
I am seeing this journey through
What’s left can’t cause more pain
Than what I have seen and knew

These aging bones won’t give up
They plea for more in screams
This aching soul begs for the journey to stop
While it secretly dreams

I dream of a sanctuary
Made of wood or clay
With a lake that doesn’t freeze in January
A place where I can peacefully lay

Where my bo can thrust
Through the misty air
And the sword that I trust
Remains in pure despair

Where crawlers crawl
Free from tarmac and tire
And when the sun sinks and falls
I build a glorious fire

Where there is only paper and quill
Where there are no street lights
Where a fever can paralyze and kill
Where there are no fracking rights

Where banks can’t thrive
By exploiting student loans
Where you are not kept alive
To serve someone’s throne

Where poison doesn’t make half your meal
Where the air is pure
Where everything grown is real
And can be an illness cure

Half way through life’s funnel
With regrets but proud
Wasted a life time in this tunnel
Living among the crowd

No empathy is needed
No helping hand is desired
I’ve accepted I have conceded
The chances I had and now expired

Alas, turning back is fateful
The waves are high
And Moving forward is getting painful
But I’ll still try

More than half is gone
And I will serve the rest
Not caring if I‘d be all alone
Until my final rest

I have accepted my destiny
Delegated my affairs to my creator
God was forever kind to me
And I pray he will be later

©FAT 2015

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Life and Fate

15 Wednesday Oct 2014

Posted by fais in life, philosophy, poem, poetry

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destiny, fate, life, life and fate, Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, seperation, society, venomous scribbles

lonelyman-stars

A peaceful moonless night
A soft shy dimmed table light
Lying beside this tree, comparing scars
And when silence reign we stalk the stars

Sinking in my thoughts the present and past
Wondering as I go deeper, if my breath would last
And how many more pages in this journey of mine
Would it satisfy my thirst or be like this bottle of wine

I look at the sky and say God bless the dead
And rest their souls until they ascend
Sealed lips, motionless and flesh so rotten
But worthy kind souls Cannot be forgotten

People are treacherous so are fate and life
If one doth stab, the others twist the knife
Life is a sentence for an uncommitted crime
And sometime living, is just serving time

When happiness and joy flee your gaze
The seconds are hours and hours take days
And as crazy as it may seem
A peaceful night, becomes a dream

Your pocket is your worth, is what people say
And if you are not a hunter, you are a prey
Kindness is of naivety, and honest people dunce
The end justify the means, and you live only once

Not being blessed with looks is seen as a curse
Being poor is a crime and it is actually worse
Bigots are hawks and wise men are pigeons
And it is fair to hate based on race and religion

Misplaced trust for our greed and lust
Trusting hearts and hearts, are so unjust
To get hurt and burnt our hearts are fated
A goodbye is the destiny of whatever that mated

An inevitable fact guaranteed by time
A punishment that doesn’t fit the crime
Whether you plan ahead or live for the moment
Fate will always be the victorious opponent
©FAT 2014

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