#99) Trapped in Remembrance

You’re unreal, and I am deluded; but yet and still you are mine

And that is all which matters, in this world, at this time

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I can scent the sweetness of you exuding from your every pore, and I daren’t breathe any deeper, for fear I may asphyxiate

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Such a lovely dream is this; I hope to prolong my waking hour a millennium

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For reality has become a mere transitory sham I must tolerate as a prerequisite to you

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How often you chastise me for my partiality, and constantly rebuke my stagnancy

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But I can hardly apologize, as I live only here, in your eyes

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So fair a penance I pay for these moments and the further molestation of your memory

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I never want that cold thing called sensibility to again take hold of me

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I would much rather remain in atrophy with you chained next to me

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So just keep me company as I persist in misery

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#62) Remember What Is

What is history? It is ours

We’ve lived it, we’ve made it, we’ve surpassed it

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What is memory? It is time

Time lost, time fought, time spent; constantly trying to live

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What is the reason? What is the pain?

All has become obsolete in a future founded on strife

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Ancestors…would scream; Martyrs…would cry

Theirs were the chains bound in misery, preserved by lies

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What is faith? A thing born of fear

Once was it held precious, above all, near and dear

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What is history? It is forgotten

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What is now? A time to remember

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What is the truth? Our roots were severed

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What is the fallacy? We had a choice

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What is our shame? We lost our standing

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What is our pride? We’re taking it back

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The history of us is a dark sea, filled by blood and savagery; it washes upon a shore strewn with bones, of fallen kings and desperate slaves

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Ours is a destiny written long before, the covers were named and bound

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The history recalled now has been tamed, by measures sparsely played, by lazy hands, un-calloused, clean; dismissive in their ways

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What is this? A wake up call, for sleeping infantiles

What are you? The product of, the scourge of history’s bowels

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Remember now the time we’ve lost, the time we’ve fought and spent

Remember all the memories past, and how your history went