The Game

Lying in an old cradle cramped up

My eyes were slowly opening to the world

I was awaken by a cold drop

From a puddle being stamped on by a horde

My legs felt mighty strong so I stand up

As the morning sun's flares were probing me

With few clumsy steps, looking like a flop

I approached a window right next to me

As I put my foot on a chair in front of it

And lifted my head I was bathed in the sun

That shined with stunning purity, but underneath

The servant of beauty I saw a pulchritude run

My eyes were flickering, going left to right

Capturing this moment as in front of them were portraits

Of them ancient heroes, warriors of might

Pillaging with demeanor and solid as a fortress

First I chuckled in flattering amazement

Then my hands began to clap on their own

Glorifying the play on a hot pavement

But my glee was brief as I heard a moan

As my point of view shifted away from mighty warriors

Voices of the meek were growing stronger

Their pain wispered the truth - this is not a play, these are horrors

I couldn't observe it any longer

Suddenly, as my first tear dropped on the ground

Its texture changed, became stiffer and rugged

I looked around - walls were nowhere to be found

I entered the street, ready and cold-blooded

Following the vigorous I started to ravage

As i fought my way to a foreshadowed downtown

A drop in a river of thousands and a savage

On a holy quest for a scepter and a crown

This vantage site that prophets depicted

Seemed untrue, it was something I never saw

And when I lost my vigor, others lifted

My spirit, and once again I was in awe

My doubts returned, I heard them crying shouts again

Yet a horde's roar was uplifting and strong

I could still hear their bitter pleading loud and plain

But the luring roar made me play along

Flying over a lump I lost my medallion

I looked down and noticed my chariot of glister

Being pulled by a couple of pacy stallions

Heard my name along the way through cheers by a muster

They were thousand of thousands exulting from corners of a historic arena

With a flavor of divine on my lips I felt a kiss of the goddess Athena

In this epic battle of legends the ecstatic crowd sang a chorus of my song

I looked back at my horses, but to my horror they appeared to be a sorrowful throng

Their voices ripped my ears, and I came to know all my maneuvers were left-sided

There was no destination, just a circle of glory and craft for the blinded

I saw slaves that day, too many of them, pulling the game

They were poor men, women and children, ill-stricken and lame

There were more of them than us, more of them then in a cheering crowd

I looked down at their lips and heard that sound again, so sharp and loud

Their eyes were so lifeless, like they never behold or hoped

They ran for days and nights, limping and hoppling restless, roped

I lost my vigor, I lost my strength, I lost my awe

Suddenly, I found myself being struck by a sword

Chorus began to fade away, hence a final chord

I tasted soil, above me was a horseman, a lord

I moved my head up, sensing death's approaching seal

While he shouted: If you desire mercy, kneel

I looked at him as his eyes became glory's fill

The crowd exploded in an outcry: kill, kill, kill!

In an essay to move, I felt there's no strength in me

I ought to lift myself, I ought to rest on my knees

My spirit was alive from fear but my body was broken

I saw a shadow of the horsemen move, it was the token

I was struck by the blade

And my scabbard was empty

And suddenly there was no more raid

No difference between the week and the crafty

There was a sudden flash and I slowly opened my eyes

My surrounding was blurry and vague and I was crouched

Only a whit of a light, the sun was about to rise

I entertained a feeling I was about to be touched

Surprisingly, I wasn't alone anymore

I was brimming with an urge to flutter and roll

My hands were trembling, I entered the spirit of utmost happiness

Beside me laid a pair of eyes of profound beauty and tenderness

I was bathed in light much more glorious then suns

It was fading away...again, I noticed the runs

The window, the street and the pavement's play

Again, they were served to me on a tray

As ground began to rasp my skin

I heard the rumble, saw the scene

Again, I felt that luring trill

But those eyes...

I stand in awe treasuring their hunger and savouring my fill

Crossroads

I'm all alone, I don't know where to go

I'm dizzy, tired, I'm walking confused

There is mud on the bottom of my shoes

And dirt on my legs, it is getting cold

Time is ticking away, I must not stop

Cursing the ground I'm looking at the sky

Hoping for answers, with tears in my eyes

I feel a freezing touch of a raindrop

All I see is crossroads, all around me

They all look the same, I don't see their end

I'm searching for guidance, for a friend

I would feel better and walk more boldly

Childhood

Some joyfully remember those simple days

Others just wish for someone to take their adult years away

They say that hard work and labor repay

But can't be compared to a careless child's play

For me, childhood is everything but simple

For I am not attracted to simple

And I did adore those times

I miss the world where everything rhymes

For me, life is simple now

You work, sleep, have family, then you die

As an old man who have seen it all

Who have done it all

And there is nothing else to explore

When you die full of life

Like Job or Abraham,

Or other heroes of the past time

Isn't that simple, having defined it all

Isn't that where adulthood is going after all

Isn't it compared to a Fall

When all colors have vanished the Earth

And have taken with them all the mirth

All shades of grey, can they be worth

Of a rainbow of childhood that begins at birth

Curiosity, exploration of truth

Which seemed so far away to conceive

So complicated, yet so beautiful

Which only imagination can exceed

It was life of all the shades of yellow, blue and red

Purple, brown and even gray

And as we discover all the colors

And there's nothing new to say

Our skin gets pierced by archers

Of adulthood, hence the grey

'Cause all the colors are one

It is all just the light

Having it's way with our mind

So what's there left to find?

Childhood

Some remember with great joy of those simple days

But i remember only complexity of it's ways

And so my heart prays

To observe things, once again, with a childish gaze

Hunt My History

I dreamed again last night

And again, I can't put my finger on it

But what a strange feeling did it ignite

And again, it only left me more confused

I dreamed about my home again

About my parents, about our old place

When I close my eyes, my heart always rushes back there

Searching for something lost, for a face or a place

Or finishing some unfinished affair

Or saying something that should have been said

Seeking unknown joy or trying to ease a strange despair

I dreamed about my schoolyard again

About my friends, about our game

And again, I woke up too soon

Just when we were all together I heard a familiar tune

And again, I was back where I am now

And what my heart resents about where I am now

About what I am now

Continues to be a mystery

And I know that tonight

When it's all done, when my daily fight

Comes to an end

I know that it will come back

Rushing to our old place

To hunt my history