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Beginning Of The End Pt.6

At the edge of all ends

with flames burning brightly
rising Venus climbs Heaven's dome
blazing words of my Tranquil Realm
from her red lips streams in rainbow's hues,
pearls of happy days
strung together
with threads of Meant to Give
washing ashore
by tides of merciful memories

~with Love they came,
~now blown away by Sorrow's winds

deep inside,
in the beating graveyard of dreams and hopes
beliefs are in dissolution,
regrets of the past
with fears of tomorrow intervene,
they are closing my eyes
pushing me down, down, down,
oh, the last rays of sun-dust
on my naked soul faintly gleaming

~the pearls I set my heart upon
~are broken, scattered beyond my horizon

distant teardrops
echoing within the rimless night
as the Nightingale cries
to the moon-tinted blooms of my life,
oh dear Friend sing, sing the tales
of my passionate attachments
with your angelic chime,
for after you have sung the song
alas! everything will be gone

~bowing my head beneath
~the Archway of Destiny that I have chose

black robe of woe dwells over me
falls on the once promising images of fate
it is time to take my place,
to enter into the cradle of all ends
receiving darkness dawns
as my life fades away
filling the Urn,
with the ashes of my jewels
that I left behind

Beginning Of the End Pt. 5

Bury Me in Oblivion

Woke up from a dream whispering;

I just felt a warm breath down my neck...
Was it your absent visiting me again...?

Standing awake,
blending into lonely stillness
wanting to hide away within
this stark essence of rippling emptiness.
From the fountain of night
darkness pouring steadily and proud.
As voices of yesterday
brush upon memories,
past forgathering with reality.
Tomorrow is skipping away,
yet sinking feet of thoughts
are dragging, unable to move me ahead.
Trying to find a way out
but eyes that weep can only look
they can never seem to see,
to find Mercy's Path.

Claws of Separation locked into my soul,
flew me beside their half-lit crescent moon
to bury me in oblivion...
That is how my breath ended,
trapped within a space
between Heaven and Hell,
with my silently screaming verses.
Everything that ever was
now just a black imprint
in the ashes of time
hues of dreams fade
as dust of dullness
peacefully settles down

Woke up from a dream whispering;

Even that you are far away my Love is still close to you
from up above every night, it will watch over you...


Beginning Of The End Pt.4

Fallen Soldier of Love

Grave Dark Dawn
dances on the tin roof of my life.
the agonizing sound is
consuming, distracting,
igniting my soul to scream.
She curls in and out from my mind,
with the hypocrisies of her lies.
Cold sweats chasses down on my chest,
knowing the time has come
to take my existence’s deepest breath
and put up a real fight
for I rather fall
then give in
and survive.

She has come to intervene,
to alternate
what is left of you
oh, those vibrant thoughts,
memories, I am hiding
wrapped in the blanket of my heartbeats,
still hopping that
one day you will show,
and walk through the door
that I left unlocked for you

My dear love,
Can you hear it?
Now! Now!
She is here
With her tap dancing feet
to collaborate,
deviate with End
and erase my sub-tropic horizon
so that I cannot escape
from this dimension

Oh darling,
can you help,
me?

But the colorless sky is filling up with lies
and no one can see it
all the love that ever was
will come to an end
as you are turning away,
singing along with this
unholy sound...

and as I am falling,
with nothing left to win,
my eyes are closing
and I am remembering,
for the first time we met,
I saw angels

Beginning Of The End Pt.3

Hollow Hands

Oh fate,
why did you prized my
lonesome eyes with her beauty?
And love,
tell me, why did you engraved
perishable dreams and hopes
into my reality?
Was it fun to play
the cruel game of Not Meant To Be,
or was it just to see if we bleed?

She is drifting away
beyond my present reach,
and I am anchored,
with the seductive taste of memories,
to the fountain of her love
that once used to overflow with passion
to ease my thirst and heal my wounds.
But my arms were to narrow
to embrace the distance...
Now the spring is dry,
and filled with ashes of her
candle-lit face

T hese are the whisper within this verse
E rected by hollow hands by my curse
A nd the words turn into a sacred mirror
R eflecting the end as it gets nearer.
D ews of my fallen angel's sadness
R aining steadily in my madness.
O rnaments of orphaned vows,
P romises that will now never arouse
S lowly melting away...

Falling through
the ceiling of my empty room,
hitting the floor hard and loud
and I am condemned
to listen to the infinite
out of beat echoes
until the chapter is closed

Beginning Of The End Pt.2

The illusionist

I am kneeling,
crawling on the ground
bleeding, drowning and praying
as being laughed and kicked at
everywhere I turn.
Yet my knees are unbent
I stand my ground strong
and clean.
The salt of sorrow
washed upon my face too may times
as I am thinking how would it feel,
just to be in the dream of Someone's dreams,
yet these eyes are dry, reflecting kindness
as I pay attention to your life
with great care

Forlorn and thoughtless I cannot be!
I must maintain the illusion
who and what I am supposed to be,
so that you can see the world
in sweet vistas
as your delicate young fingers,
that are not quite ready to mold the future
into a better place yet,
threads themselves into my hands
and fill me up with unconditional love

Although,
there are parts of me that are not complete
and there is a sinner inside me
seeking and asking so much more than
this verse ever can carve into my readers eyes
I am already know the answers
that without you
there would be no life left
to fulfill

You are the greatest gift of my life
and I will give everything for you
just to see you smile
to be there,
when you open your emerald wings
to rise to the sky
and start to
fly

Beginning of the end Pt.1

My verses were trying to touch
what my arms could not reach.
But now,
the tainted pen is dragging on and
falls into the dust of time
for it is no longer able to bleed
the cold spirit of the pain,
that oozes deep and beyond
the rhythm of this tired life.
I am slowly becoming
the shadow of yesterdays
as the musk of my lover,
by the spring wind blowing away

Lying awake,
in the prison of my own making,
afraid to meet the next dawn
as my grand naivety still,
feeds upon the dreams and hopes
bathed in the resplendent hues
nestling in my soul.
Cracks on the wall have grown too long
letting me watch the twilight crawling through
to become a reminder of your smile
and once again, behind the gray circles
I am thinking about the
all that could have been,
could have been
could have been
could have been
could have been

Oh baby, my baby
I am without you,
grieving far, so far away from you.
And as your brilliance lingers on the lips of Dullness
in the ocean of crystallized drips of emptiness
my voice forging with numbness.

Oh, I feel paralyzed...

Maybe, it was just
one too many
unspoken whisper,
one too many unseen teardrops
that left the two of us infidel,
to fall apart,
and become the lost pieces
of Love's incomplete puzzle
..............by shawn