The usual

A smile can come from many a path
A letter, a call, a news
But a tear always takes the same road
It’s always The usual…

No matter how many years go by
Nor what elation I can’t contain
If one thing can steal my smile
It’s always The usual…

I may have come so very far
Grown in spirit and resolve
But any might I weild will always yield
My Achilles heel, The usual…

– Raziel ©2017


A life less ordinary

I wished for a life less ordinary
Never thought it’d be the very opposite of lairy

A twelfth of my life is commute
Rest is in free fall, sans a chute

I trudge back and forth each day
To sit at a desk and wither away

24 are the hours God gave us all
But here, even 48 of those seem small

Mails upon mails burst into view
Like a postmaster for who hell’s due

The more you do, more comes your way
If only this mailbox I could spay

Work is filling numbers into little cells
Tabulate! Tabulate to the last knell…

– Raziel ©2017


What shall I bleed today?

Some hope?
So I may accept a little more,
That this is all life’s going to be

Some trust?
So I may accept a little more,
That no hands will break my fall

Some faith?
So I may accept a little more,
That no savior rides to my aid


Some cyniscm?
So I may accept a little more,
That even the darkest horizon births a sun

Some fear?
So I may accept a little more,
That I’m not all alone

Some perfidy?
So that I may accept a little more,
That even I am not denied salvation

So then,
What shall I bleed today?

– Raziel ©2017


Is there anyone there,
Anyone listening?
Someone that can stand this silence,
Its merciless violence

Someone to be with, to just be
As though they didn’t exist, nor I
Just a semblance of existence
Enough only to define itself a lie

An island of nothingness
A tiny void of reprieve
From a sea of churning time
A few moments lent to thieve

Peace, as it could be
Undiluted, unencumbered, unmaligned
A space outside time’s grasp
A forever, a destination, a home…

– Raziel ©2017


So this is what it feels like
To have no say
To have no voice
To have no choice

Be what the masters need
Be what the masters see
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
What have I to say?
Everything from the clothes I wear
To the life I lead
Is by the masters’ say

I owe and owe and owe
A debtor by birth, I am
For what, I dare not ask
Only how much is left to pay

The only prayer left
I mumble within my soul
A wish to be all paid up
Before this life burns out

– Raziel ©2017


These tears are not for you
For you I’m happy
These tears are for my childhood
Those memories I’ve laid to rest

These tears are not for you
For you I’m happy
These tears are for what I’ve lost
Those dreams I’ve laid to rest

These tears are not for you
For you I’m happy
These tears are for what I’ll never have
Those hopes I’ve laid to rest

These tears are not for you
For you I’m happy, Chester
These tears are for me, and them
For whom the songs will never be the same

Cause though we’ve moved on
We know from where we came
Cause though the lyrics live on
The music will never be the same…

– Raziel ©2017


I  envy those with purpose
The direction they take for granted
While I float like driftwood
They vaunt achievements mounted

With every ripple I’m lost all over
Floundering at the deep end I stay
No Northstar, no compass
Just the waves tousling me every way

For a pull, oh, even a push would do
What I wouldn’t give for just half a clue

 – Raziel ©2017

In response to The Daily Post – Bumble

Let go…

Lay down, and look up,
Look at the sun, and the stars
They shine for you too love

Smell the flowers, the petrichor,
That’s what they’re for love

Have faith in time, it’s impermanence,
Nothing shall last, not even sorrow love

Let it be,
Not everything is for you to fix
Some things are meant to break love

Know that it is a choice,
Not an outcome of life love

Give up, give it up
You don’t have to be so strong
Not all along love

Let go,
Let go,
Let it go love…

 – Raziel ©2017

A Trace Of A Child

Look! Look! I see a tree!
Laden with fruit so ripe
With low boughs, heavy
Let’s climb, you and me!

What tree?…. Oh!
So what is it to me?
You’re being silly
There’s so much work, see?

Oh but look, just look at it!
Even the wind is tempted
Look as it sways the branch
Look how it’s excited

It’s a tree, there’s fruit,
What’s so grand in that?
I’ll buy some later
This report just has to go out

The tree blossoms but once a year
Reports will go out all year
Come! Come with me!
Let’s climb it, you and me!

You’re a child yet,
What would you know?
Of how pressing this job is,
You’ve nary a clue

You’re me, I’m you
I’m the child still within
What I want, you do
Come let’s climb, me and you…

 – Raziel ©2017

In response to The Daily Post – Trace #inspiration-2 #post-ideas

A Cold

​I’m catching my death of cold
To the flu my health’s been sold
All things considered and told
I do feel rather old

O where hath my youth gone
For its vigor, I’m forlorn
Now I ache, break, and moan
Who hath this blight sown

Oh for the carefree days of past
Where my youth I had seen last
I’d pawn or sell all I hast
For as an elder I’m miscast

– Raziel ©2017