Stranger

Lost in a river of faces,
One stood unrecognizable.
Impervious to conformity,
Yet trapped by formality.

He remain unmoved,
As the fleet of shadows rush through.
Staring down the beaten road,
While he fumbled a lone cigarette.

The rain now poured,
Clearing path to absence.
He stayed to enjoy the drops,
Like it cleansed his’ being.

He lit another cigarette,
As he embraced the downpour.
He shivered with the anguish in him,
And inhaled the smoke.

Why do you stand there alone,
Wishing there was more,
From the rain and the smoke,
That encompassed you entirely?

He finally shed a tear,
Relieving little burden he carried.
As the thunder brought end to the storm,
He forcibly stood to reminisce still.

- Rasui Akira

written on October 27, 2005 – 9:21 PM

The Fallen

I lay on the frigid ground,
Clinching the earth with tainted hands,
Shattered by the spikes of the land,
Which once held my being dearly.

Sense of gladness has fleeted,
Hastened by the shame that was dealt.
One blow from a fist so trusted,
Was all it took to destroy me.

So inept to recover.
Life leeches my living carcass,
Hope seeps as the sun stings wounds.
May the wind carry my anguish.

It is futile to refuse.
Stubbornness’ lead me to this end.
These plains may hide my torture,
But my blood will curse it eternally.

- Rasui Akira

written in October 17, 2005 – 07:00 AM

Running Man

Why do you run, running man?
Is it to escape the breeze that clings to you?
The wind speak of terrible times passed, murmuring each anguish.
Foreign howls also lash at you, enforcing karma’s revenge.
Harmless, yet wounds quickly.

It is misleading to ignore the voices.
Evident it is, yet denial exudes from you.
A prisoner of your own cell,
Bound to the inevitable,
Still rebellious.

Thus you continue to flee, flee to freedom’s gate,
To be uninhibited by memories.
Yet to no avail, it’ll haunt you.
Calluses embedded on soles will be thy mark,
Of futile attempts to decamp from thy fears.

- Rasui Akira

written in October 12, 2005 – 02:23 AM

The Drought

Lost in the barren wastelands of you,
Perched grounds that roots can’t hold on to.
What happened to the forest that once grew,
In the depths of your soul, which I once knew?

No rain to quench thy earth we harbor,
No tears left for me to offer.
Chanting to the skies for a solution,
Yet the heavens has no contribution.

I wither under the sun’s fury,
Crippling under cruel fates’ glory.
Still I’m stagnant, unflinching,
But slowly, faith loses, dying.

Can’t see an image, even a shadow.
Just footprints you left I tried to follow.
Etched on the ground, burned in my head,
Gone at the edge, tracks now fled.

Now I have this drought,
A boundless desert of doubt.
As you’ve found your new Garden of Eden,
May you remain content as my hopes weaken.

- Rasui Akira

written in October 5, 2005 – 11:45 AM