The Duel

holding the sword in front of me

it blazes in shining majesty

I point it at my enemy

and dash forward to meet him

our swords clash

and reflected light blinds us

I back away for a moment

then I hit for his chest

he blocks it away with his fiery sword

he goes for my head

I raise my sword against it

I then go for his stomach

he quickly diverts my sword

I spin around to strike his arm

but he saw me and struck 

my sword, he goes for my leg

I jump and strike for his head

but he moved away swiftly

and dashed forward again

this duel had to end somehow

so, with all my might

I pushed him to the ground

and slit his throat

Fading Nightmare

the stain is now just a lingering memory

all that remains is a fading nightmare

the haunting demons knock at the door

the flood comes through the walls

welcome the cleansing water

where all the demons will be wiped away

with the dust of the ancient age

and the scrupulous waste of the present

when the water recedes

new buds will sprout up 

from which was a wasteland before

new life will thrive and flourish

where they could not survive before

the demons will drown

all that will remain are skeletons

and rotting flesh vultures feast on

Silent Salute

the death of one man

has no relevance in this world

he is a mere mortal, nothing special

men like him die everyday

he is not a hero to them

but he is to his children

a hero's burial they will give him

the world will know finally

who he really is

in a silent 21 gun salute

From My Cup

Shifting colors, shifting paradigms

Show me a world that only changes

Nothing is ever constant

Nothing ever stands still

Things remain the same

Things appear anchored down

Not to move out of their place

But an ant pushes a leaf away

A bird pecks the sidewalk clean

Free of bread crumbs tossed by children

People pass me by on their walk

To where, I have no inkling of

I sit here drinking my cappucino

Enjoying milk and sugar in my hot cup

I know not of stillness or silence

But of frenetic activity all about

Revitalizing me along with the caffeine

I sip from my cup

Adamantly Inflexible

adamantly inflexible

unwilling to bend

forward or backward

to reach out

for the barely unreachable

the apple and the pear is right there

a tiptoe away

but still does not want to extend a hand

why should I strain myself

for something that would fall 

right onto my palms eventually

why should I struggle

when the wind would blow it away

with the falling autumn leaves

why can't I just stand still

here under the tree

where I am shaded from the sun

and sheltered from the rain

there's a whole world out there

everything laying bare

but remain I stand

under the tree

not moving an inch

no more trace of fear in me

but my pride is stubborn

I am proud of my stubbornness

resisting change

decay begins to set in

I am growing old too soon