...Building upon defeat.
In the Song of Faith,
lie the words of Treason and Deceit.
All capable,
all willing.
For our own gain,
all our own doing.
 
...Building upon deceit.
In the Song of Fate,
lies, undetermined
and unexpected,
commandeering Blindness,
leaving Belief begging for an answer.
 
...Building upon belief.
In the Song of Life,
lies Love,
on the river bed,
towards the surface,
towards the sun,
with the Only,
with the One.
 
...Building upon relief.
In the Song of Death,
lie memories departed
and the promise of Darkness.
But a step forward
to a sphere or a coil,
freedom and fear
be the Sun.
 
...We are but stealing upon defeat.

...Toffears

...If you look up to the moon,
you can tell them:
I am there.
 
To the East,
as the birds at first light sing,
I am there.
 
Look up

...Toffears
 

...and so,
who will come to my funeral
when even I will not attend?

Ashes,
lying here
by the water,
from a life 
left unconsumed.

I am lying,
here,
early morning,
by the temple
that was you.

                               ...Toffears

...I bore my name in the land of my birth.
I had no choice, but I was honoured.

Such hate, with words only...
Blame, Whispers, Hearsay...
Jealousy.

Enmity,
by birth,
by name...
For this dominion...
This land that we both craved.

And though my heart stopped beating
for no other reasons
             than that of my birth,
             than that of my name,
             than for this dominion,
             this land that is now my grave,
my watch never stopped ticking,
those guns never stopped firing.


Time soon drew a blank.
Unobtrusively, we became Anonymous.
A footnote in a history book.


Let it be said:
         The last culture on Earth will have nothing to share.
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                                                                                 ...Toffears

...A life,
a Birth
and a Cause.

Strong be my beliefs,
still I feud and brawl
to be granted but a few more years.

Still the heart is feeble.
And then... the Question...

                                             ...Toffears

...still,
detached
and void every sign
of Love
and Life.

For one night only,
until the mist clears
and returns the Dawn.

                           ...Toffears

...walls surrounding,
no protection,
isolation.

...narrowing echo,
fears grown,
isolated.

...worthless Life,
painless,
pointless,
segregation.

             ...Toffears

...was it I?
thus be
the sole witness
of the Dark?

Should I have?
thus be
the sole barer
of the Truth?

Could I?

             ...Toffears

...Oppresive
and Red,
by the river of the mind,
by the chruch
on the square,
by the wall,
looking up,
looking for...

"Being" is an interlude

                       ...Toffears

...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood.

My name, gone,
lost
along with any memories of my voice.

                                              ...Toffears

...between the Self,
Pure Nature,
the Entertaining World is thin, but solid.

Realise, Break.

Facing foul windows,
Open spaces,
undefined...

Violence,
self-made.

                                                  ...Toffears

...in the colours of the clouds,
carving through Winds,
I came upon a hill
of broken light and melted sand.

How could I see the fields below?

Where once walked a human being,
now rose an empty Soul
ready for the tender noose
of slavery to the Social Demands and Expectations
of people I hated.

How beautiful was the wintered breeze of Dawn.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...a Lover in the Shadows,
burning her bridges...
...and I wonder how her dreams could be so empty.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...we watched it burn,
all of it.
Gone,
rather than let it fall and be soiled.

"I wish I were 20 years younger"

We watched it burn.
All of it,
lost and wasted.

                                          ...Toffears

...from the corner of the street,
heeding the horizon,
we close our eyes
to the unfamiliar sky,
and wish it melt the sun.

                                     ...Toffears

...I could shred a tear for Eternity's grace

                                                    ...Toffears

...I hold irregular beliefs.

The heart is deceased
but the beating remains...

                           ...Toffears

...The Kapellmeister
will make us dance.

The Opera, voted.
Our voices heard.
The promises...
We laugh.

Home, we dance.
And dance again, we shall.

The streets,
voices, unheard.
The promises...
We fight.

Protecting the Power.

​The Working Man Vs the Working Man.

                                                  ...Toffears