Winter: A Dirge

Winter: A Dirge- A Poetic Video Tribute

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or, the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,
The joyless winter-day,
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Pow’r Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want (O, do Thou grant
This one request of mine!)
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

Road of Life

A pilgrim on a journey far

Tries to find his Holy Land

Though rocky roads now lie ahead

The destination ever nearer found

Cannot be reached in this life

For it is not the end our souls will value

But the path we took to reach it


A universe of starry skies,

A coral reef of steel,

An ocean polluted with the noise

From the siren of a whale

Like so many schools of fish,

A traffic of excitement,

Their world is little different than ours

The only difference is water


 Who are you who stands so tall,

Expects the world to heed your call,

I say yours is all for naught,

For your works are nothing.

5, 10, 20 years?

How long will your legacy last?

What will people remember you as,

When the world goes on the same?

For we are all oblivion

Nothing. Hypnotized by the dying light of the Sun

And until it goes out

Nothing we remain


I have many faces but remain one deck

Endless names but one soul

Multiple personas but one identity

Teeming ideas but one truth

Diverse choices but one will

Myriad values but one spirit

Numerous jobs but one role

Countless histories but one future

Infinite abodes but only one home,

Your heart…

And you must find me there

Pater Noster 

O Pater Noster who loves us dear

ne nos inducas into fear

Give panem nostrum cotidianum

unto we who seek you out, them

the ones who cry your name

Patri, et Filii et Eloheim

libera nos a damnation

and rather grace us with salvation

sicut en caelo et in terra

et nunc, rege et guberna

for this is truly life eternal

that they know you, O Spiritui Sancto

A Warrior’s Code

There is we, no I 

There is you, no me

There is victory, no loss

We are bound to be free

There is progress, no wait

There is forward, no retreat

No matter the cost

We will not taste defeat

We are artists, not soldiers

Our paint is our blood

Our brushes, our blades

Our canvas is flesh,

We write our own history,

And fight for the future,

atop chariots of fire.

For Warrior’s we are,

We deserve to believe.

A Race of Achilles

Man’s life is like autumn,

the passing of leaves,

And yet all our lives, immortality we seek

Wars rage…

Cities burn…

Our humanity soured..

For glory, for fame, the conquest of power

Ironically quickening,

until mortality spent

Better to be the dredge of the living,

than Lord of the Dead


An inward corpus twisted vein,

stemming, breaking, linking, chained

a tree that grows by way of pain,

plucked at death but through life stained,

with soiling blood, inadequacy,

 bleached with bliss and madness see,

A violet figure, a shadow frame

a thief, a master and a slave

Genuine love, though crushed desire,

both humble spark and raging fire,

A Holocaust of dreams attained

through simply breathing and staying sane

What is Man?

What is man, a wretch or king,

a sinner, saint or sickly thing?

fallen creature, one magnum opus,

a chosen being, or mere locust

inherent good or evil may

predestined paradise or pain,

free will the key, a part the game

Is man a lone monstrosity,

or carefully crafted, Imago Dei,

Whate’r the world believes are we,

Defined, our own humanity

for in true light, reality

all share the same ability

to shed our own carnality

become at one, Divinity