Losing isn't always a bad thing…
Bleak pastures of heaven,
Send bullets,
For tainted earth.
Ricochets on hydrogenous sheet.
Chill touches,
Piercing flesh.
Clasping body, quaking,
Warmth inapt still.
I remain,
Imbuing self,
With temper concealed,
In every shot.
Mirrors form from drips,
Plight manifests.
Finally eyes gave to the cause,
Of showing me my sorrow.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 25, 2006 – 4:20 PM
Hope etched,
On brittleness.
Graves depict absence.
But when celestial shines,
Only memories stay.
Already drenched,
Self pity staining.
Tell what plans You have,
So doubts won’t wound.
Rejection only incurs wrath.
If You don’t want me,
Why did you make me?
- Rasui Akira
written on January 20, 2006 – 3:13 PM
I run,
Going to envy.
I stare.
Eyes blaze, blinding.
I stay,
Hating self.
I cry,
Chances in memory returning.
I shout,
Lies encased I scare.
I break,
Beaten by frustration.
I leave,
Abandoning the permanent.
I smoke,
Sorrow fumigated.
I return,
Searches love never gained.
I walk,
Home waits.
I knock,
Is anybody there?
I enter,
Desperation pulled me in.
I lay,
Staring at own void.
I pray,
Heavens forever silent.
I sleep,
Still no one for me.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 14, 2006 – 09:16 PM
From nowhere,
Chaos erupts.
Messages mind capture,
Distant from self.
Rampant anger,
Blurred on imaginary pages,
Soaked in distress,
Drawing blood on edges.
Another takes over,
Binding with aura.
Freezes perception,
Complexity overwhelming.
Flesh throbs.
Pain, streaking.
On wrists, hurting.
Scars burn, tattooed.
Heart gives out.
Sympathy offered,
For pain lent.
Torment floods, drowning.
Heal thy sender,
If merciful You truly are.
Own wellness I’ll sacrifice,
Just save his.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 14, 2006 – 8:50 PM
Celestial, paradise of oneness.
Crimson fields decorate.
Winds caress, they sway.
Sweet aroma.
Steps wander at gaze,
Approaching blue cascades.
Lips kiss dews contained,
Savoring beauty.
White haven waits,
Softness perpetual.
Cradles on retreat,
Senses lifted.
Your vision exudes contentment,
Doubt escapes mine.
Black thoughts obscure,
Disturbing utopia.
If serpents come to bite,
Venoms’ grasp will dissipate gifts.
Rustic shards for angelic plush,
Hurting innocence.
Sanity faints on life’s leaving.
Fight inhibitions, I must do now.
Green plains won’t speak death but,
Life eternal.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 13, 2006 – 04:13 PM
Glowing sun in circular domes,
Cast black twins on paved grounds.
Following origins’ shapes,
Each movement, mimicking.
Vanishes to reconcile with blankness.
Mist divides, luminous void in between.
Fear escapes, they rest.
Tiny wings approaches sharing their glow,
Rejoicing at such wonder.
If present meets future,
Light will dim, in hiding once more.
So bask in it, you should.
Let it awaken you now,
Because chances are finite.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 12, 2006 – 07:10 PM
Blinding light, squints.
Foreign instrument touches, cold as ice.
Confuses sanity, questioning.
Restless, lacking answers.
Figure appears, white-drenched image.
Needle in hand, penetrates.
Dark red fills, elixir rushes out.
Sterile puffs cover, offering stops.
Unconsciousness visits, body stagnant.
Fire and frost arise, fighting on fleshy plains.
Viral beasts rejoice, plaguing host.
Immunity falters, they take over.
Panic replaces silence, tranquility breaks.
Droplets fall, colliding on tiled surface.
Footsteps race, memory a blur.
Chariots arriving, destination uncertain.
Eyes wake, consuming strangeness.
Care slumbers, lying upon sheets.
Vessels carrying cure, ventures narrow passages.
Revitalizes, disease will be no more.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 12, 2006 – 05:30 PM
Moon shares with sun on heavens,
One ventures lands amidst glimpse.
Mystery exudes being,
Earth shatters on sole’s touch.
Hides in fields of blackened strands,
Eyes stare, consuming emptiness.
Lips greet a demonic ember,
Lungs welcome nicotine’s spawn.
Charred wood in his past,
Crumbling orchards, seared with passing.
Life flees, choking from madness,
Harmony dying, fumes poison hope.
Sight visit wreckage at times,
Demons forcing a grin.
Compassion cries, sprouting dews,
On pools of brown spectacle.
Alas, waning limbs release body,
Flames surround engulfing its master.
Soul lost with burn of flesh,
Haunts consciousness corpse once owned.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 11, 2006 – 07:31 PM
Thoughts captive, words rattle in bags.
Camouflage-clad beings pace their space.
Steps bounce off walls,
and, in steel barred fences,
each one resides,
hears doors occasionally creak,
in the prison of one's mind.
Refugees with mission,
shatter time's stillness,
restore social peace.
Yet reluctant, they flee,
Escape through some passage,
would be their defeat.
Watchers cloaked in the dark,
senses awake, reflexes alert,
pursue all who oppose.
Even as vanguards rest,
they choose to stay,
converse, formulate strategies.
Chills rush down spines,
as guards charge furious as lions,
at sounds of their snoring.
Rays pierce walls.
Plans now ready,
freedom is evident.
Time watches captives.
Light guides them ahead.
Winds embrace them.
Plains of pressed pulp shelter their loads,
of endless remarks they've carried.
Garden of ideas form,
nourishes fruit it bears.
Share Eden their venture -
broken lands will heal and flourish.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 10, 2006 – 11:10 PM
Acknowledgement:
Thanks to Zonia ( Anna Emkah ) and Lyndon ( Allpoetry ) for taking time to read and help edit the poem for a contest ( though it was too late to enter ) and for the tips they've given me in writing poetry.
Don’t know how to discern,
Emotions raging within.
Sanity is overwhelmed.
Consciousness is questioned.
To speak of words uncertain,
Would be devastating.
If divulged early,
Both of us will pay.
Clues linger,
Further confusing intellect.
Testing limits,
With each appearance.
Loss of image might help,
To clarify questions,
Justify testimonies,
Remove doubts.
Could you disappear for a while?
Retreat, so I may be certain.
Let my empathy drive me,
To your presence once more.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 10, 2006 – 07:31 PM
How long will I be like this,
A hyposchizomaniac with no core?
Forever may not be enough.
How long until I get sick of my games,
The vices that consumed me since my childhood?
Maybe now, I’m gagging at the moment.
How many lies could I take in?
My soul is worn out from the stress.
I am already fed up, that’s why I’m slowly dying.
I’ve been time’s slave!
The realization was another one of its devilish tricks.
I’m impatiently waiting for the tides to swell,
So that the waves will consume me.
To be lost in the past…
To sleep in the present…
To be forgotten in the future…
Hope you had you’re fun,
Because I’ve had it! I’m finished…
- Rasui Akira
written on January 9, 2006 – 05:08 PM
A race to find shelter,
Seeking rest from the strain,
Of the murmurs that line up the path.
Falling frequently,
Just to look back at the laughter.
My eyes swell up, but tears can’t run,
Only blood from wounds I took.
At last I’ve reach what I searched for,
A door to the unknown.
All doubts were put aside,
Just to silence my anguish.
Turned the knob to rid me of the shame.
In a room I found myself,
Gasping for precious air.
I stayed in the abysmal darkness,
Letting out the lingering fear,
Comforting myself with seclusion.
Alas! They’ve reached me.
Pounding the door to rubble as their cackles echoed.
It’s no use!
The more I hide,
The more I am vulnerable,
The more likely I would be found,
Thus removing little dignity I had left.
Just let me sleep eternally,
Let sadness drown out the mockery.
And in my dreams I would hide again,
Forever weak and restless,
Hopeless and frightened.
So please, I beg of you!
Let me sleep…
Let me sleep…
Let me sleep…
- Rasui Akira
written on January 9, 2006 – 04:43 PM
The sun rains down to pierce the clouds,
To reflect its radiance on the surface.
I stood and walked to be closer,
Yet it passed me quickly, given its slow pace.
Struggled to follow the path it took,
To gain its glory upon my palms.
Finally, it stopped,
Giving chance to my oblivious desires.
Its magnificence danced, hoping to hold it,
So that each ray will fill me up,
With insurmountable joy that dreams only knew.
Yet I couldn’t.
Like a mirage, it teasingly escaped,
Concealing itself behind the skies it once pierced.
Desperation fueled me to pursue it again,
Shattering the borders along the way.
But it’s impossible.
Incapacitated, I knelt,
Breaking down at the ground it touched.
Tried to feel its presence amidst its clear absence.
I screamed with the great frustration,
While I cried with utter defeat.
I could never have what I want,
Like I could never have you.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 9, 2006 – 04:32 PM
I light up another stick.
The pungent taste touches my lips.
Inhaling to fill my soul,
With the aura of days fleeting.
The red ember intensifies with every take,
While the smoke dances,
Enticing with each movement.
Gray smog envelopes me,
Giving me an awkward warmth,
Like hands welcoming an embrace.
Its robust aroma nullifies,
All that is sweet.
Senses moved by each passing of foul air.
Stirring up my sanity,
Testing my endurance.
Deadly it may seem,
As I end another pack.
Yet the relief it gives is rare.
With every hit, a temporary utopia awakens,
Giving freedom from troubles,
Gladness, unavailable from mortal sympathy,
New life to replace the old.
So grant me another chance,
To soothe thy being.
It may be my last.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 6, 2006 – 12:06 AM
You still waited,
Even if it’s coming was impossible.
You’re frail with dehydration,
Motionless yet breathing.
Hope lays within does depths of darkness,
Which resides in your swelling eyes.
The pool of tears was your only oasis,
The teasing moon was your only companion.
You bled with the passion and anger you felt,
Soiling the dying grass at your feet.
But no matter how much you suffer,
No matter how much you sacrifice,
Defeat will be thy only reward,
Because there is no solace for a martyr.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 4, 2006 – 7:52 PM
