Tag Archives: 2015

Goals

Eyes on the prize,
Trying to realize
a long-held goal,
Resisting the toll,
Keeping strong,
Fighting all along,
Goals held tight,
Not taking flight,

Fierce to the end,
‘Round the bend
awaits the success
of winning no less
than the victory
of sweet reality,

Goals made real,
Serendipity’s seal
on a life led well,
Such a story to tell
when goals great
and small create
such halcyon bliss
Nothing amiss.

BY: Hegemony

Vector to the Heavens

The girl collapses into his arms,
Eyes welling up with gentle tears,
Telling him it’s better this way,
Telling him he did the right thing,
This was their last confrontation,
Their very last struggle together,

Her smile begins to fade away as
he weeps tears of confused pain,
Brushing her hair back, holding her
close as she slowly begins to die,
With her last few breaths, she
reminds him of a dark promise,

She had promised him a sacrifice,
For it was by fate’s cruel hand that
only one of them could even exist,
They were both remnants of the
same person, fragmented pieces
of one persona and one mentality,

Only with her death could their
fractured memories be complete,
Only with her death could they
become one and the same again,
She begins to turn into pure light,
offering him such futile comfort,

Slowly, her body crystallizes and
she drifts off into the night sky,
Becoming but one faceted light
among so many jeweled stars,
Even as her memories merged
with his, he cried out for her,

Such was her courage in the face
of an unspeakable and cruel fate,
This was her final act, a last gift
bestowed to a now grieving friend,
She had charted a vector to the
heavens before they’d even met.

BY: Hegemony

Campfire Chorus

The men gathered up fresh logs of wood and
dumped them into a stone encircled pit,

As they toiled and labored, other men worked
to set up tents of stitched-together animal hide,

Then, in a flash, a hot fire blazed ten feet into
the air and the men crowded themselves around,

They laughed and grunted while feasting upon
roasting meats and pipping-hot bone marrow,

The rosy smell of smoke curled and wafted about
the campsite as they finished with their meals,

Taking turns with their stories of mighty beasts
and miles of traveling, stories of the woodlands,

Sharpening their swords and knives, taking the
time to check their equipment and weapons,

Shedding off layers of leather garments to make
themselves more comfortable for the night,

But not before serenading the wilds with a chorus
of old words and tunes that speak vividly of home.

BY: Hegemony

Corruption in my game.

Anyone watch Mexico played last night? I got to say, man that game was one of the worst soccer games I have watched in a while. that penalty kick was clearly wrong. If you can’t see that you are either one someone that knows nothing about football or two a Mexican in denial. Don’t even get me started on that red card. Panama played aggressively, but they didn’t deserve a red card. I have seen worst fouls done in the game by Mexico that wasn’t even called out by the ref. The second penalty kick was fair, but that would not have happen if the game had ended the way like it was going to in the first place. The same can be said for their previous game with Costa Rica. even if you know nothing about football you will see that was complete crap. What makes me more upset is those Mexicans out there trying to justify this nightmare. It was Mexico’s fault! You can’t tell me that Mexico just conveniently ha bad ref back to back and they had nothing to do with it. Mexico and the US are the two biggest donors to CONCACAF so it is no wonders that they again conveniently are the two team that wins. CONCACAF is one of the most corrupt branches of FIFA and I don’t think I even need to explain what that mean in FIFA corrupt standards. What happen last night was not the first and sure as hell won’t be the last time. I am not saying Mexico is the worst team out there, but you know you are sucks when you have been winning the past two games with only convenient penalty kicks that your convenient reference was able to provide for you.

Through the Track of Unknowness

I can hear someone crying.
Pretty loud surely,
But, its origin is beyond my sight.
Nor its owner is within my vigil.

Deep and doleful, it is.
Wrapped in a patch of gloom;
It sounds so.
And the tears,
Must be brimmed with utmost depth.

It is a cry, relentless and painful.
Indeed is running across
A path of persistence.
Cannot resist even a thousand tons of boulders.

Engulfed me with its touchy depth.
A cry of enchanting melody, it is.
Its depth, not be found among the natives;
In fact, is non-existent.

Every beat by beat in my heart,
It grows deeper;
And lingering, not to mention.
It now remains neither touchy nor depth full
But, sinister.

‘Please, do stop!’
No answer for required respond.

It caught me in its sadness.
So firm a grip,
I grew helpless teased by emotion.
My patience running down,
Gazing upon for the owner.
My eyes reached the end of their tether.

But, never did the stranger ever made his appearance.
Before my thirsty vigil.

Traumatized and annoyed, I am.
Desperate and vindictive.
Blowing out little sighs of failure,
For the unknown owner.

A spring of black water
Spread upon my withered heart.
It got heavy with anxiety for unknownness.
Very sore, not to mention.

However, I succeeded.
I found its origin.

The cry has its no native owner.
But, creeping through the cracks
In my melancholy heart.

I heard it reach my ears,
When I am wretched with depression.

So, the owner remains no one
But, I and my heart,
Bleak and barren.

Solitary Star

Will You Love Me

Will you still be loving me
when my hair is silvergray,
when my memory, unfortunately,
so slowly fades away?

Will you still be loving me
when my teeth are gone for good,
when no longer I am capable
of pleasing like I could?

Will you still be loving me
when my chest can reach my knees,
when all I do is whine about how
you never fill my needs?

Will you still be loving me
when my skin looks like a prune,
when my eyes and ears, my dreams and youth
no longer are in bloom?

Will you still be loving me
when my life has come to end,
will you then be looking back
on precious days we spent?

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