Lamentation

I am the man rising from the ashes of darkness,
The voice of awakening calling from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the beauty of nightness'.

I have mused through worlds and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of reality is the order of this existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's arrow is the emblem of this habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is life and
perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

In my own tears have immersed myself,
Tears from my heart, my soul have I baptize in pain,
In its turbulence, a river finds comfort in the harmony of its waters,
But in my struggles, my heart is bleeding,
With every rising of the sun, my hope is crucified.

I desire not to see the morning coming,
A day in the sun, I long not for its rising,
My faith I doubt, I seek my depature from the tomb of time
For my moments always has been, but with tears,
Life is an experience of itself, this has been mine,

Oh! Mother nature, the womb that bore all creation,
Define my end, for my beginning has been blurred,
Measure the heights of my rising, I am the
bottom of this deep, The moon have I seen at night, the sun on
its rising,
But my end cometh with nothing
Just the sorrows of a broken heart, Darkness will I worship, it has been mine
suitable hidding,
The black shadows, I fear not, we've been
companions since I begun,
The sound of the night owl has been the
voice I gave my ear to, More is the pains of mortality, I long to
ascend on high,
For the experience of life has been, but
vexatious to my soul.