A Man in Rag Mopes..

He never hires his heirs,
Those aides with ideas,
who use words as sword,
to lure and then rule.

Like the leper who repel,
Runts at all turns,
Risen by a siren,men fight,
led by saints with stains.

But He tires of their rites,
& spit on those pits called religion,
Saying 'strap the parts together,
or leave the ache to each'

But the hearts on earths,
stay rife with fire,
The heat of hate rises,
As Dogs worship Gods.

Conquest

I sat back resplendently,
Ignoring all the prevalent signs,
of you coming along,
Claiming what was rightfully mine.

Backed by an army of our memories,
Through pathways only you could find,
Creating a fortress for yourself,
And occupying the whole of my mind.

I tried maintaining illusions of control,
And valiantly all my senses fought,
Till you conquered everything,
My hopes,my dreams,my thoughts.

And now I stand vanquished,
Having relinquished all I once knew,
Yet failing to accept my only failing,
That I always belonged to you.