The Symbols in Chaos

The ten tales, gold platted fables,
Hand picked, polished, and let to fly.
Ninth of a piece, twirling in the wind,
The never seeing eye.

A dangling clef, tremolo plays,
Quivering voice of sleep, they fade.

The eighth fable, fabricated in white,
The seventh a sin to foretell.
Crackling fire kindles a remembrance,
Bereaved toll of a forgotten bell.

The pitch vibrates, lets out an angst,
Faith lost in the sinking carpal.

The beast from hell with head count of six,
Break one, form one, divide your fear,
The clock hands made a five,
The all seeing eye, doesn't hear.

Timber of faith, quivering sound,
Southern wind heard a faint cry.

The division bell toll four, morning, and night,
Amber lit sky hit a chord of three.
Pondering the everlasting meaning,
The sky lays, staring on earth, never free.

The tempo rose, sky the limit,
Heart beat along, match they say.

At two in the noon, the sun would smile,
Down at that one lily flower.
I wonder what the sun ever thought,
Locked in an unseen tower.

- Tim

The Forgotten Names

The bloods in my veins, 

Why drown me, drown my pain,

I can recall all, but your name.

The wind of the fields, 

Mystique, and never to yield, 

People know you, but your name.

The light of the dawn,

My fears are your song,

You know me, but just forget my name.

The dead leaf that floats,

A grief like the lightning bolt.

You are forgotten, you and your name.

The old beggar who disappeared, 

Along with the dog he cared,

No one knew you, not even your name.

The kid who grew, to be me,

Why disappear, floating away in the sea.

I have forgotten myself, even my name.

One Song Poem(Don't Steal my Demons)

To hear the little voice, I strained,
The little kid in me, drenched in blood,

"How long should I wait?", He asks,
"Wait till the time is right", I say

"You have changed the right time",
Retorted the little kid in me, drenched in blood,

"How can I make you mine", his voice echoed
"You can't", I replied, turning my face from him.

"I am all alone, broken", a sob I heard
Tears rolled down his cheaks, I was unmoved.

"Do you want me to change", sob turned to plea,
"You are good the way you are", Impatient I was.

"Then why are you leaving me back",

Down on his knees, with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You are my past", I reply,

Ready to move on, with my baggage I leave.

"Yes, you have grown up",

The tears had dried up, as he regained his posture.

I left him that day, never to meet him again.

The little kid inside me, drenched in blood.

Until today, when I heard him,

The spark of a little voice in me,

"Don't let others steal your demons",

The Autumn Sunset

"...The leaves fall, and the flowers wither, but the memory remains."
The tenderness of the leaves lost,
Lost to the tears of the sky,
Clouds that never saw light,
Shade our lives for ever.

The smile of the damsel fades,
Fades into an autumn sky,
The loving hug of mate,
Fades into a sad departure.

Winds that play with the flower,
Withered by the summer sun,
Skies still rain fire,
Burning down the forest of hope.

The sunset was my life,
The life I held onto for long,
But today the sun sets for ever,
Never to be seen again.

I wait for this autumn to fade,
A new winter and spring awaits.
I wait for a new dawn,
To light up, after this autumn sunset.