The Last Prophet

 

( She came nameless

On a dateless day......)

I took a walk yesterday

Through the unending streets that swing away

Into the eternal chaos of urban life

Symbolic of struggle, symbolic of strife.

 

A vast multitude passed me by

Faceless faces, unseeing eyes

Weary souls that trudge along

On their weary roads to perdition.

 

Yet a bright spark I did discern

In this vast unending ocean.

Despite the grey all around me

This spot of orange was for all to see

 

A little boy of seven perhaps,

Suited in rags, booted in straps

Lay wailing in utter torment

Covered with a deep black pestilence.

 

Skeletal frame and grubby hands

Lying on the pavement, covered in sand.

A pawn to the whims of his own destiny,

He lay there wearing a mask of agony.

 

Good citizens they were who passed him by,

Not heeding his wails, not hearing his cry

All kinds of people, from all walks of life.

Walking briskly on, so wonderfully alive.

 

The young and the old, the rich and the rest

Walked quietly past him, or while chatting in earnest.

They stopped not to look at him, they stopped not to care

Or if they stopped and stared at all, their hearts lay elsewhere.

 

I shall not be their judge or their jury or their executioner,

For I too but looked at him, I too did not seem to care,

While this little boy of seven perhaps, lay wailing in this empty street

Full of people although it was, in them no heart did beat.

 

But suddenly an angel came by

Who she was I’ll never know

And although no trumpet heralded her coming

An angel she was, of that I’m sure.

 

Dropping to her knees in the sand and dirt,

She clutched the boy close to her heart.

Wiping away his tears she smiled

A smile that could melt a glacial heart.

 

Awash with guilt, I fumbled for my soul

And the rest still walked heedlessly by.

In my mind I kissed her feet

But I looked again and saw her accusing eyes.

 

I saw the derision aimed towards us all

I saw the rage in her eyes, the undisguised contempt

I felt her unspoken words burn my very soul

I knew then that she was a prophet.

We sing paeans to romance, we drink the wine of love

We conquer stars for our beloved and aim still further above

Yet when we see a little boy writhing in agony

We forget the very basic principles of humanity.

 

In this angel I saw these accusations
 Levelled towards us one and all

And in her love I witnessed God’s fury

For us being enmeshed in inhumanity

 

But in her I saw the path ahead

In her I saw salvation.

For she is the one to guide us all

The last prophet of Creation.

 

Arcane Desires

Walk.................Slowly

Hear the whisper of the breeze...

Touch................Gently

Let the raindrops caress your soul...

Breathe..............Deeply

Smell the freshness of the dewdrops...

Smile.................Freely

Spread some cheer and then some more...

Frown................Fleetingly

Tarnish not the brightness ’round you...

Cry.....................Quietly

Because your tears are yours alone...

Feel....................Intensely

Let no emotion leave you whole...

Love...................Serenely

Passion is for fools alone...

Fight..................Tenaciously

Shed some blood....And some gore

And Die.............Gratefully

And meet thy maker with unblemished soul...

 

 

 

Indigo Inferno

I hear the simple revelry

In the heart of this fallow man.

No more than a beast of burden,

Outgrown, Outthought, Outshone.

I hear the simple revelry

But O Tragedy! I hear it alone!

 

The music of the revelry

The lilting melodies you cannot hear.

That could forever rock your senses

That could you to your life endear.

 

The rhythm and the beats are lost upon you

The unending symphony you cannot hear.

The sound of silence is all that greets you.

Or a verse of profanity if you persevere.

 

Children of the sun

What know you of the darkness?

That dwells within this heart?

That renders it faithless?

 

Good people you be.

Crafting your own perfect trajectory.

Not caring ’bout the meanders

That line this heart’s destiny.

 

You cannot even hear

The beating heart’s plea.

You cannot even sight

The darkness in its revelry.

 

You hear not its song

So you know not its music

You detect not its mood

For you scarcely know its fabric.

 

But inside this fallow man

His heart.. it beats forever

Despite his gloom, despite his misery

Despite his deepest despair.

 

Honourable people you be

But you know not of his pain.

Drenched in your own piety

Did you notice his laughter wane?

 

Party on! And on for life!

Stop not now for the sake of a loser.

To do so would be far beneath you.

So do go on being a carouser.

 

But this heart, it will beat on

It will revel alone in its own revelry.

Its music will forever go on..

Not caring a damn whether it affects thee!

 

You are the Light and I accept this

But if light be such as thee,

Then despite my pain, despite my misery,

I accept darkness as my destiny!