The Rock


Lying openly for all to look,
Susceptible to anything.
In seasons of parching heat,
It prayed for rain to alleviate.
Blessings descended from the Heavens.
The water seeped deep into the lines on its face;
Lines that surfaced from the parch.

Winter came

Water froze in the dark of the night.
Deepening the lines of weakness.
Rain was but an accursed blessing,
Prolonging life just so it could kill for the sport.
In light, water melted.
Filling up the deepened lines once more.
In darkness water solidify and once more weaken the rock.

The seemingly resistant rock is giving way.
Slowly but surely.
By a combination of everything.
Like the breakwater,
It is disintegrating.
Till its nothing but those pieces that people tred on.
Pieces that people kick off the road.
Pieces that are nothing.

Pieces that are waiting to be pieced.

-sHavIA


**but now forever has come and gone, and i'm still here alone**
-it was you

What Art Thou?

Thou art the umbilical,
The perpetual sustainer of life and realm.
All else thrive off you.

Thou art the source,
Providing food, light and warmth.
The crux of the Circle.

Thou art an epitome;
of faith and of hope and of glory and of good things to come.
Invigorating all creation.

Thou art precision,
Rising and setting at daily dawn and nightly dusk.
Tirelessly, uncomplainingly.

Yet thou art a sinner,
The elusive mastermind behind volatile weather.
Seemingly destructive.

Yet thou art relentless,
Raining upon all your searing arrows.
Pain inflicting foe.

Yet thou art the Hunchback.
loathed for your enthusiasism and passionate present of warmth.
Blind beyond reason.

Thou art everything.
Yet in the eyes of everything,
Thou art nothing.

-sHavIA
21/9/06

The Breakwater

I
Brought to existence for a sole purpose;
To shield, to protect and to defend,
Them tiny specks called sand.

Standing valiantly in the path of crushing waves,
Permitting Them the carefree-ness They crave.
All at his expense.

He is angular, coarse, extensive, sacrificing,
Bearing brunt to Ocean’s clawing clutching.
He gives Them tomorrow.

But do They remember His needs like any other?
God needed rest, what more He;
Their mere mortal Father.

Discernible wrinkles carved deeper by torrents,
Ain’t news that that is foreign.
He is waiting.

II
As the cascading palms of destruction descended,
Cold hard realization dawned Their obtuse sense:
The solitary fort that kept this monster at bay’
Now lay as remains on the sea floor bed.
There He found not what he seek,
But many before, just like Him.
Though forsaken, He had planted,
Immense belief for whom He laboured.

He had waited,
Till He could no more.



-sHavIA
15/9/06

well, 1 and 1/3 down -> closer to oblivion then ever, should i ever falter.


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