WITHIN THE ABYSS

From d depths of the very deep,down within the belly of all mysterious yet truly supreme, devoid of dawn but surely embraced by gentle darkness ,in this very void my strength i did fine,as nothing in the expanse of life did brace with glee,and with shaky feet i rise to gain this perfection, which no spirit nor  sheer being did verily Lay,for indeed this shaky knees this weary do bear,and amidst this darkness. That hover ,l march,even s d ground tears in horror,l march! even as d skyline edges over the unsteady horizons as i clean d dirt from my eyes with withered palms......indeed i march,for though destiny has nothing in merry hopes for my humble breath, i take on the world,with nothing in my fortress,but only with a soul that cannot die.

       A BIRDS VIEW

AS I sit un top the roofs and thatched excuse of buildings top, clenching myself firmly ,tightly , less I stumble down to the chaos ,I stare at the race far below me, as they all move around with despair and haste all around the market place ,dirt and debris laying at every a cranny ,smells of freshness ,dust and rotting bodies filling my nostrils through my beaks ,I look at the super race ,for up above meadows too I glide ,playing Zeus ,and truly I do see all, and too many also their follies all around spreading across the ground.                                                                                                                                                                                       For they kill and maim foes and friends alike much without yet even a sheer nay ,and commit immense evil that I thank whatever be called my maker for being less of a man, and I rather be a scavenging ugly old bird I am, than a man with feet and brains and invent so much hurt to virgin earth and now teary skies ,for even nature herself remains without much a glee as to life and times of this super race ,but to man ,they dwell exceedingly higher than any of us lesser things ,but I do know better, seeing all men with a vultures eye.

Let my grave be dug and let d church bells chime,let mothers wail and let the tears roll down sad faces endlessly,and yes,I shall say good bye to the cemetery,for even in that quiet shade I shall peace verily not find,but my soul shall surely soar and ferry from this plane to the next,embracing every dimension and every realm,for truLy,my sorjourn in this weary dwellings leaves no bliss but stinking memories,for joy and peace my foes indeed and utter worry and sheer intense grief remains my bonnie and rightly clyde,and all through my embrace and hope for a twitch of fate and gentle smiles from him whom mercies I earnestly seek like a deprived being I did yearn,but in my face I felt the distraught laughter of a world blessed in unending coldness and supreme love for no endless bliss in suffering,for no night my soul do gaze upon merry smiles,but fountains devoid of greatness in gladness fall over my being,and as I flee in leaps and bounds to embrace my journeys end,a gentle tear my face do imbibe,for no joy has known my worried face till this day,and as d dawn breaks,my heart eases,for I see no grime,for my happiness shall be at my life's end. And as I smile with a healthy grin,I urge all,do shed a tear,but not for me,your tears draw me no ember ,nor does aura call me excellence,but do shed a river for you,for non did yearn for the best in another,and I lived like I never did exist,but as my happiness wears a suit in pursuit of my floating cloud of endless eternity,many my name their lips do part,but alas! My back shall be turned,as by this day my life shall end and my existence begins anew. But low and surely ho,it was all,but a dream.