Saturday, July 31, 2010

Trance-Script (Part 1)

D lemoney freshness of green tea sipped thru his lips,

warm cosy blanket caressing his skin,

cool harmattan whispering thru the blinds,

opera lady's voice compensating the rhythm.

He gently blinked and sipped again,

without the teeniest care in the world,

it felt like nirvana...

Alas! a great silence befell the room,

the lady gone mute, tea running cold,

all the darkness could mutter was PHCN.

but would this mark the end of this peaceful bliss...?

Arose he did,

heart tempo increased,

iced tea wasn't an option,

neither was hushing the lady any better.

He reached for his torch,

hit the switch,

but before he could twitch,

something strange had ensued.

What was this madness...?,

was his sight playing games

or his mind he could no longer tame.

A sudden luster permeated the room,

the opera lady's vocals slowly fading in...

(to be continued in Trance Script - Part 2........Coming Soon...)

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The Battle (Remodelled)

So before you start reading the poem I want to create a visual.
Imagine a battalion of soldiers receiving the last orders before being launched out into the battle field.
 Got this pic to emphasize what I mean, 
they have no idea of what the enemy's arsenal is like buh....IT'S WAR! The enemy doesn't care who you are...he's gonna attack.

Well so, the poems bout life...the battle is life itself and the soldier is YOU!

The drum rolls,
hearts beat,
the battle is near,
only few are aware,
its not the first of its kind,
neither will it be the last,
the rules are the same,
retreating only sounds insane,
for some its a battle of fame,
to lose is a matter of shame,
for some its a battle to compete in,
gladly shunning the role of a victim,
for some the battle is won,
just before it had even begun,
The battle, The battle!
It is a battle of wills,
its a battle of the mind,
faint sounds of the battle cry echo in the distance,
smiles beam on the faces of 'the prepared',
uncertainty skims the psyche of the fainthearted,

The battle is not a battle to be won,
Rather it is a battle to be endured


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