Faith

Ballad of the Stars (Incomplete)

'Ballad of the Stars'

 

A Rhapsody composition by; Matthew Wayne

 

 

                                                             In the beginning....

 

 

 

Act I “As the Sun sets.”

 

 

I have been lost for so many years,

I have shed and bled so many tears.

I am lost deep within this never ending labyrinth

desperately trying to make any sense out of this.

So here I am, with visions in my hand

trying to figure out a way I could possibly comprehend.

 

What is a normal life? Is it a loving wife?

Is it a home that I could call my own?

With land kept, and breath taking sunsets.

The cool autumn breeze, just maybe it's all of these things?

What is normal in the eyes of a stranger?”

 

As the sun sets on this strange day,

a whisper of hope these winds say.

On the dieing breath of a heart in chains

now watch the life fade from these eyes.

'The caged lion who slowly dies'

I had given up hope lost my passion.

While in winter watching the death of the sun,

they can strip you of everything,

take your sight but never your dream.

To die with a smile, is to remember what makes life worth while.

 

Act II

'May god forgive me for what I have done.'

 

I am no stranger on the road of sorrow,

crossed that line for the sake of survival.

I have witnessed a hell through my own pale eyes,

I felt the shadow of salvation that was just short of eye sight.

Forgiveness needed for our own stubborn ways, and the ignorance it portrays.

As the echo of the ego's war drums beat, having our humanity running in retreat.

Struggling to save face, from disgrace we quickly lose our grace.

Enable the monsters, the hypocrites to cast you out to sea.

Can you even kill the man in the mirror with your own bare fists?

Cheering victory as you now bleed from the wrists.

Stranded in the road, left for dead till your blood runs cold.

 

Barbarians that feast on the elegance of the swan,

In this cruel world, It's the survival of the strong.

As the wicked things play from dusk till dawn.

Monsters that rape the beauty from the mother of innocence.

Then wonder why an army of son's take up resistance.”

 

I feel death creeping towards my back.

Hell hounds caught my scent, ready for the attack

foaming at the mouth to strike a little more fear.

Locked deep in your dungeon, with just a whisper to keep me here.

Where I had made myself a prisoner to my own mind, my own cell

and through this maze you are not hard to find, after all this is my hell.

 

 

Act III

A tragic tale”

 

 

 

I have traversed madness and even escaped hell,

found love and was ready to set sail

however there is something beautiful to be found in that devil.

 

 

Her sorrows could be matched by no other,

in her arms was her dieing lover.

The moon had nestled against the peeks,

by the mountainside she had waited for weeks.

Her warrior did not show, fear told her to go.

She waged a quest in search, tore through the heavens in pursuit.

Hell be damned, she would find her man.

 

She was beside herself in tears,

under the stars she lived her deepest fears.

The beast was slain, but what cost? What pain?

She looked down into those eyes she had grown to love.

With but a whisper on his dieing breath he shall watch her from above.

 

There is an eclipse over your heart, those tears that tore her apart.

I hear her whisper to the moon, wishing her prayers to be answered soon.

Lost is hope, with no means to cope.”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have decided to share the first two "Acts" that have been finished for some time now, as I am still working on the next ones. "Ballad of the Stars" will be by far my "biggest" piece written, I decided to base this artistic piece off of Shakespeares plays and the like. There is a direction/theme here however I had decided that with this I will go with my traditional style/method of writing which I consider open/loose (where the reader can relate it to something completely different then to what another reader would.)

As always I hope you enjoy the read! Comments and Critizisim is welcomed as well.

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Lost Myself

Folder: 
Volume Three

Lost Myself”

 

There is music playing in my head, as her bare feet glided across the stone pavers.

She was beautiful in her white funeral gown, with dead eyes she lead me to her own pyre.

I can see the flames burning away. I can feel the death creeping my way.

She comes to me in the image of beauty, a weakness in my heart she whispers to it.

Did I finally discover my insanity? Having conversations with myself.

 

The vision of death dances on in my mind,

to lose myself within the thoughts I find.

Silly dreams of such childish things,

where imagination is left to decay

all hope for humanity will rot away.”

 

Dreams that always fade before they begin, now reaching for the nightmares for solace.

Trying to live in love, desperate to live with love. Just another reminder of a fallen angel.

Wandering a morally corrupt wasteland, knowing no one will ever understand.

 

I traded the devil the best of myself,

and can think of a thousand reasons as to why I lost myself.

It's a fate that I deserve no less,

It's my date to reserve my death.”

 

Did I throw away my soul, did I abandon all hope. Lost myself to the madness.

Have I truly gave up on all of this? “The beauty behind the chaos.”

Trying to find myself in this darkness, following the scent of you.

Reserved my seat in hell as I followed the devil.

The skies will go dark and gray, the solemn moment before the rain.

When the heavens open up and the stars weep from above. “Wash away the pain.”

 

 

*Addendum*

I have been lost for so long, a voice with no song.

I can remember the day I would scream “Where do I belong?”

As grace continues to pass me by, a dream turned nightmare when I close my eyes.

Beautiful memories fade over time as the emptiness will only grow,

trying desperately to find myself before I lose even more control.

 

With her finger she gently traces the beauty buried deep within my soul.

To wash the nightmares from this day, to keep the demons away.

She walks in a field of roses. In my dreams of ambrosia.

This reality we manifest is, 'experience this misery' we infect.

It's only when I find myself, can I escape from this hell.”

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My newest poem, just finished compiling it together.

As you will noticed from this, like the rare others I have this piece isint done in my normal style. I like to think of it as abstract when I go outside my comfort zone of a particular style of writing. Your thoughts?

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Faith

People say that faith is seeing things that aren't seen,
but really it is seeing,
not with your eyes,
but with your heart.
Finding those things and bringing them into sight is our ultimate point of eternal existence,
when the individual believes God is key.
with that key the secrets of the world are open.

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Calling Myself

 

A flicker, a flight

Shadows made of light.

A thunder, a blur

It's too much to endure.

 

I crawl to the shadows,

Only to fall out again.

To search for something more,

Some clue, where I might begin.

 

I follow another,

It's a path and a door,

Thinking maybe there's more here,

I press on like before.

 

And to my surprise,

...or maybe it's not,

I got all the way in,

Before I forgot;

My soul's sacred journey

The reason I came,

And so far I've learned,

Everyone else is to blame.

 

A giggle, a smack,

Keep Mr. Ego on track...

A crash and a splash,

illusions melt in a flash.

 

Back on my road,

The path ahead seems long.

Sometimes I worry,

What if I'm wrong?

 

These nibblets of shadows,

That creep through my brain,

Are my only real enemies,

And yet the power they've gained!

 

I close my eyes tight

I focus on my cause

I bless all the world

And give a brief pause.

I thank all the workers,

Those who wield light,

For yours is the journey,

I give my will and my might.

 

There's a sizzle and a fizzle,

As light starts to drizzle.

A crack and a pop,

As everything stops.

 

In my minds eye,

The periscope of my heart,

I wrap myself in this light,

Now I'm ready to start...

 

As the light breaks upon me,

Shadows break and they fall,

And to think all it took,

Was my making a call.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've always loved the word "periscope" :o) points for word usage! lol

Are you sure I'm a member?

I've awed and I've cried

I've walked a divide.

I've run and I've sung

My life barely begun.

 

Tumbled through mountains,

Got soaked in the rain.

Suffered humilities,

I'll never mention again.

 

Been round the bend,

A wee bit, time or two

But how can any one person,

Make it all through??

 

I thought to myself,

What a ridiculous place

To trample about,

With a big leather case.

 

Work me to death,

I'm up at all hours,

I'm sure there's a reason,

You own all my power...

 

Why this for you,

and not even for me?

Why all for some,

yet others get none?

 

All of these rules,

That change by the hour,

Are all contradictory

And more than just dour.

Who made this law,

That we all have to follow.

Your way, or the high way,

It seems a bit hollow.

 

Why am I here?

'cause I don't remember;

Did I choose this club?

Are you sure I'm a member?

In either case sparky,

Here's how it goes,

I'm breaking tradition,

So come and behold;

 

As I change my life daily

To encumber your cause,

I'm the sun to your cloud,

If ever there wuz.

:)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I haven't actually written poetry in some years... and what's pouring out now is not at all what i was expecting!! lol, it's definintely different than anything I've ever written... and is it just me, or does anyone else get a Dr. Seus feeling?? At any rate, please enjoy, I welcome your thoughts :) Bless you, Bless you, Bless you

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loosing my faith

what is the meaning of life?
its something, i ask myself,every single night/
 are we put here
just to live and die?
to see another loved one pass away/
fly away to the sky/
lord why must
the good, die so young/
everything, just keeps, getting worst/
feels like
the world keeps crumbling/
beneath my feet/
and slowly but surley/
i'm loosing, my belive,in every word that you speak/ 
i wish i wasn't so weak/
but everything keeps/
turning, so cold and so bleek/
where's the faucet?
ill turn off, the broken leak/ 
so that
me and the world/
can finally live in peace/Cool 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is my first lyrical poetry  post on this site thanks and hope you enjoy it. feel free to leave comments and tell me what you think about it?

Love of Money

Folder: 
spirituality

 

Love of Money

 

Utmost admiration for every Muslim nation
Their people, taught from an early age
Very important, a sense of direction
To Mecca, six times a day they pray
And their god is god not money

 

Followers of other eastern religions
Again command my utmost respect
Very spiritual, connected to heaven
Money has a minimum effect

 

Because they aren’t following any sect

Then I take a look at the west

And all it’s organized religions
Most pray to rampant consumerism

Doesn’t stop some from connecting to heaven

But most spiritually vacant: No direction

Is your god, god, cash or the TV?
I propose, most in the west; last two
Ruthless cash accumulation, soap junkie?

 

They don’t know god, but do you?
If not, can you be bothered to do?

Everything in this world, carefully designed
To stop you from seeking out god

To confuse you in the choice of the divine

Of finding god; drastically lowering the odds
It’s a simple slavery issue: Or not!

Connect with god in yourself today and
The divine can guarantee better days

 

Master Jesus kicked the money lenders out
Root of all evil, love of money
better than a life of slavery

 

Once your surfing the material world

Instead of sucked in to produce
Life becomes s o much easier
Instead of feeling like a noose
Choose divinity; and break free of materiality

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Maya Angelou Flow

Folder: 
#Italy

These clothes ain't worth much,
There's not a penny to define
But I'm rich on your love
I have nothing
& everything at the same time

 

Money never grew on trees,
At least not on mine
But I have a nectar sweeter than bees
I have nothing
& everything at the same time

 

Can't afford that expensive stuff,
The cheaper will do just fine!
Life came hard & made me tough
I have nothing
& everything at the same time.

 

So don't feel bad for the things I lack,
Modesty's never been a crime!
I got a man that's got my back
I have nothing
But EVERYTHING at the same time

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote it while talking to my little bro. Started off as a joke & just turned into a poem. Suppose to have a smooth southern feel to it. Enjoy ;p

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From Energy to Ego

Folder: 
Volume Three

Ghosts whispers tales of sorrow,
the regret leaves a trail of horrors
It's hard to believe the egos of some
while others are just plain dumb.
This life is your trail by fire,
as humanity is something to admire.
Beauty within, starts at your conscious to begin.
Question everything. Stardust to a living breathing being.
The universe is our home, where energy is free to roam.

Heroes have died. The ego has pride.
The saints are gone and the angels have cried
out of the darkness, straight from the abyss.
It's sad for it is the little things you miss
Heaven and hell, words not a cell.
Punishable by your own thoughts and convictions,
Judges by your own creation
for in this life, reality is of your own manifestation.
Choice and action, Your influenced reaction.

Beyond any of this, there is but only a wish
however the truth is we will never know
what happens after death until we ourselves go.
Faith is such a tricky word; to believe.
That at least once our hearts and minds will be deceived.
To know god, is to know your perception will be flawed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Ego is important as it defines our vary individuality, however unchecked it could become the vary thing that destroys you.