A Tome of Poems: Dogma

DOGMA

For some its a theological schism

For others, a coping mechanism

There are those that stand by its conviction

There are those who maintain there is a contradiction.

A belief propagated by a virgin birth

A doctrine professing about life after death

A tool utilized in ensuring morality

A weapon that can be a source of calamity.

A principle for instilling orderly manners

Or a propaganda for installing mental fetters

The apprehensive remain blanketed in doubt

The accepting retain their faith, evermore taut.

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A Tome of Poems: Cronos

CRONOS

Its a perpetual river flowing without ebb

Round and round it goes like the cycle of Kreb

Its contents washed away never to be undone

Carrying with it ripples of things to come.

Its the endless rotations of a celestial wheel

Events come and go which no one can conceal

Secrets buried and destinies foretold

No one can escape the grasp of its hold.

Its a titan controlling the epoch of the cosmos

Convicted and committed, no one can stop Cronos

The past a memory, situations we can’t suture

The present a gift, utilize and plan for the future.

Godfall Part 6

Salutations to all and sundry, I hope you all are basking in the warmth and ambiance of the new year. Today I will continue the story that I have been uploading for some time now. The story of Jonas Irapada, a man haunted by loss and in an act of desperation, while trying to recover his loss, unintentionally forfeited even more. Here is a link to the last part that was published previously: https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/godfall-part-5/

GODFALL(CONTD)

Jonas returned to his charred home and burnt farmland, he sat next to the family house which was now nothing more than a scorched waste. Jonas laid sprawled on the ground, with his legs outstretched and his demeanor sour. He appeared crestfallen as he went over the scenario that had just taken place moments ago. he had lost both his mother and sister due to negligence and abrasion and now he was feeling hopeless. Across the distance, he spotted a cavalcade of human figures approaching, they seemed to be hauling goods and materials in a large wagon which was being drawn by two oxen. Jonas sat up to investigate further and to his disappointment, realized that it was Osi and his ragtag group of bandits, transporting extra products which had most likely been robbed off residents of the neighbouring farms. As they got closer, Osi noticed Jonas again and said.

”What do we have here now, the prodigal son returns”

”You already took everything from me, what else could you possibly want?”

”Nothing, as a matter of fact though, I was hoping to come across that delicious little sister of yours”

Jonas eyes widened, a vein struck his forehead as he became enraged.

”I lost them, I lost them all because of you!!!”

Jonas yelled at Osi, before picking up a large rock laying nearby

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Osi sneered ”You do remember how this ended last time right?”

”I don’t care, you have taken everything from me”, Jonas bellowed, tears trickling down the sides of his face ”I shall take your life for Jenna’s”

With that said, Jonas lunged at Osi with the rock in his hand. he swung his right arm violently , trying to land a blow but Osi effortlessly dodged his attacks and laughed at him.

“You will have to do better than that soldier boy”, Osi continually teased and jeered at him.

Jonas continued swinging his arm, trying to hit Osi with the rock but to no avail. His mind was clouded with rage and he wasn’t thinking straight. Osi eventually got bored and pushed him to the ground.

”Enough I am going to put this sad oaf out of his misery”, Osi said, beckoning to one of his thugs to hand over a machete.

Osi walked over to Jonas, who laid prone on the ground in defeat and sorrow. Osi lifted up his arm, wielding the machete with intention to strike Jonas down when ‘BOOM’. A loud sound like that of thunder resonated from the skies as the sky cracked open and a huge ball of fire plummeted down at an unprecedented velocity towards Jonas, Osi and the rest of the bandits. The bandits looked up and saw the flaming ball which prompted them to run amok. Osi stepped away from Jonas as he anticipated the destination of the incoming fiery mass. Jonas stood in terror as he tried to comprehend the situation. The flaming ball got closer and hotter, Jonas snapped out of his trance and ran away from his smoldered house just in the nick of time as the spherical inferno slammed into the burnt building, decimating the charred remains and spewing hot flames and debris everywhere. Jonas and the rest had covered enough ground which put them at a safe distance from the explosion. The dust eventually settled and Jonas stared in awe at the completely disintegrated ruins of where his house once stood.

There was nothing but a large hole in the ground which was the point of impact from the fireball. Jonas walked towards the hole and looked in, to his amazement he spotted an radiating figure laying spreadeagled at the center of the crater. The figure had a golden robe on with long black hair that had probably once been elegant but now looked singed from the flames. Around the figure oozed out gold from its body which seemed to be the blood of the humanoid. The figure raised his head, wearing a weary smile, as it did so, its robes began to lose its shine and turn brown, his radiant skin began to deteriorate and decay.

”I presume that I have become the pit of the joke”, the figure said weakly ”Assist me blood bag, my essence fades”

Jonas was confused, the figure stared at him, his arm outstretched asking for aid as his golden pupils slowly turned to rust brown. Jonas, still bamboozled, reached out to grab the figure when ”FWOOSH”. A lambent ball of light swirled around Jonas, his skin lit up like a mid afternoon sun. His hair lit up and stood tall as he smelt a burning sensation in the air, yet his skin was not immolating. The incandescent glow transpired across his entire body as he slowly levitated from the ground, eyes wide open and mouth ajar. Then his body suddenly stung him as if he had been hit by a lightning bee multiple times simultaneously. Osi and his thugs were witnessing everything and gathered around the levitating Jonas in abject wonderment. A bright light then shot out of Jonas’ body horizontally, briefly illuminating the entire dusking landscape and then it was over. Jonas collapsed to the ground, his body emitting smoke. He coughed a couple of times and tried to assume an upright posture before collapsing. He looked at his body for scars or injuries but found none. He turned his gaze towards Osi and his men, which prompted one of the thugs to speak.

”His eyes, they have turned pure gold”

Out of the debris of the house, there were some broken glass, Jonas sauntered towards them and glared at his reflection. Lo and behold, his two eyeballs were totally golden in color, both pupil and iris.

”Your mortal coil took well to the procedure”

A voice spoke in Jonas’ head which stunned him, he turned around wondering where the source of the voice was, it was then Jonas realized that the figure from the crater had disappeared.

”Dost thou not feel empowered with all this energy coursing through your veins”.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

A Tome of Poems: Icarus

ICARUS

Man is borne, bipedal and grounded

The fowls of the air, winged and airborne

Man tills the ground to be fed

The birds soar, feasting under the sun.

Man evolved, civilizations formed

He learnt to build, he learnt to destroy

Man strives as much to be a god

He forgets his beginnings as a boy.

Remember Icarus, dauntless but unwise

Went too close, never to fly again

Man should fill shoes his own size

Over-ambition is a mile away from been insane

Happy New Year 

Merry Felicitations everyone, as expected I have been basking in the yuletide festivities. I formally welcome you all to the year 2017, where dreams and hopes will be realized and achieved. As mentioned earlier, the reason I have been AWOL from posting was because I was enjoying the holidays but soon I shall return to my blogging habits. Till that time, you all have a fantastic holiday.