Poems from ajn
Crushed be he who could not speak,
Crushed be he who is weak,
Crushed be he whose lies prevail,
Crushed be he who always fails.
A dream,
In mind,
Dead to none,
Even though,
No one knows.
Believe not,
In this etheral mirror.
Believe not,
In the dim gold and silver.
Believe not,
In the tumbled confusion
That masks the world...
Stillness.
Silence.
Darknes.
Mist swirling on the footpath,
Concealing every crack and seam,
Many minutes pass,
A long murderous scream....
Four directions,
North, South, East and West,
Which would be the path that leads best?
The gate to life,
Be it strait and tight,
and wide...