Where holding back your Imagination is a CRIME


March 2016

The Last Fires

The  music drags on, the notes on its last errand,
dying embers of life fly by ever so silently.
The last fires, fighting to stay alive, fighting for its moment,
the Symphony of life playing out its beautiful embrace,
lost in the time of no mans land.
Is time with us or against us? Is this how the music ends?
Do I lay down? do I stand still? do I let the fires just burn out?
The music is slow, the rhythms on cue with mine.
the beat of my dreams going out with the music,
the fires of my imagination in its last embers.
I look at the stars above, “I WANT TO BE YOU”
I look down, my life a constant battle with my next move.
My last fires in its last battle.
The music suddenly shifts, the rhythm picks up its beat,
the last fires that fight its last battle gives it its all.
I feel a surge of light that warms my heart,
I am confused, the music my rails.
This dark tunnel slowly disappearing,
this voice telling me to walk.
The fires grow stronger, the light grows brighter,
the music playing out a new rendition of hope,
a sequence I must complete, my last fires burn bright,
I am lifted to a path higher than my own, of my own making,
the air is thicker than I imagined, my imagination seeing new patterns
My last fires burn brighter.
My dream is still far, the music on its new track,
the fires burning ever more bright, its surroundings drunk by its light.
I look around, war torn , the battle is on,
in every waking hour new moves I foresee.
My dreams, my visions, my imagination, my struggles,
my hunger, my joy, my anger, my faith
the source of my fires, the notes to my music.
The intensity rising and falling each day,
the ever changing melody with notes high and low,
yet I will make sure it keeps turning on its track,
lest it stops, the fires of my life dissipate,
 I will always fight for hope is my refuge,
My last fires -my salvation.

Battle Worn

I put my chain mail on ready for the long battle,

Excitement and fear, my body a constant rattle

I have been through many wars old and new

Scars that bear witness to the battles we renew.

“My soldiers are you ready, our victory is near”,

Not knowing what truly I must really fear,

I go through our plans, every last detail,

Every last attack, I know where I stand.

My will like steel, hope by my side,

Even though deep down I swim against the tide,

A tide so strong, I pray that we are not swept,

For by me these men so fervently have leapt.

We prepare for battle.


I walk alone, my body does tremble

I look back at my men, the best that can assemble

Long nights that has become a common sight,

Into the next we have carried on our fight.

“Prepare yourself men, victory is near,

Leave nothing behind, our road is clear”

“Prepare your selves for this new day,

“We fight to the end, come what may”

I hear cheers of encouragement, cheers of pride,

As we March to our battle side by side,

We March into battle.

Our opponent draws near, the screams I hear,

Hoping our blood runs cold with fear,

They shout, they mock, their armor shine

They outnumber us, yet my army holds its line.

I call on their leader, a truce we can agree,

This air of hatred we all can set free,

She leads her line, so radiant, so bright,

This angel, this Goddess, this eternal light.

“You meek being, you will be totally crushed,

My sword will be the last thing you will have touched”

She turns away, swiftly, such a scary form

Not a sound to be heard, it’s calmest before the storm.

We begin our battle.
The battle is long; I slay many a men,

Yet more keep coming, ten by ten.

With every sliver of light, I gain some lost hope,

But with every fleeting second, I don’t know how I’ll cope,

Cope with this feeling, that this may be my last,

A dark cloud over me, its shadow has cast.

It is then I see her, I see my end

I am the last, that she has to tend,

She draws her long sword, the fiery tip races towards me,

Her every move faster than the eye can see.

The dance of death, we play out loud,

All that we have are bodies as our crowd.

She takes me by surprise, a move I did not see coming,

All I hear is the bittersweet music the battle keeps humming,

We finish our battle.


I need to leave, I cannot continue this,

I need a life, a life of bliss.

I love you so much but I need to leave,

We are at the end, where happiness we cannot retrieve.

We cannot move on, I need to end this here

This was the day I was in fear.

Our battles have been long and very hard,

And I had played my every last card,

I had no moves left, she was right,

I had nothing left, nothing more to fight.

She turns away for the very last time,

From then on I can never call her mine.

My battle ends.

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