Fragile

~Fragile~

We all build on a line of time
creation folded neat to fit
and meant nothing more
than its living life
as passed its form
nothing in silence
Eyes looking capturing but yet hollow
as each pair itself
the journey from life to death
trying to grasp the essence
fantasy dreams of life forever
with passing years nothing more than lost
The fears of the souls the no meaning of its life
chained to lies to heal the dormant truth
of the faceless saint
the never ending believes
as each year reap yet another line of time
but blinded the fall of never
A breath to bring up the wall
of sanity
a capture away from the knowledge
created illusion
the mirror of all our
life…

©The Poet Stefan

The Pyramid Of Illusion

~The Pyramid of Illusion~

Within there a paragraph laid dormant
and fiction pulled as a cover unto a world of imagination
and as the lizard its grip hold us true
of the war creation made holy
on broken glass
The spear through the willow of time
in what may seam as good or bad
in the treads of some god
and fanatic wilderness
blessed by restriction
To each reaction laid out fingers for slapping
and in acceptance of some overlord
as its castle grow on the bodies of the dead
in reflection of the power
the lie of all time
Like the pyramid forged steel
in the eyes who see nothing but gold
in satanic rites
made and created behind the cross
and none to behold
Wake up and find this key of deception
for human kind
and behind the wall of the illusion
the very heart of the life
we only ever knew in our dreams…

©2012
The Poet Stefan