Solace

Playing around and experimenting with styles. This is a "double poem". Same core, but two approaches, both in style and point of view.

SOLACE OUT

Hosts roam, kings play their games,

Lost, dark conscripts take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap.

One steps in and stops a group,

But without a name, he goes on.

Factories roam, shareholders play their games,

Greedy, aimless owners take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap,

One steps in and aids a poor,

But without a name, he goes on.

Tanks roam, dictators play their games,

Soulless pawns take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap,

One steps in and saves a soul,

But without a name, he goes on.

Gangs roam, pack leaders play their games,

Aimless dealers take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap,

One steps in and saves child,

But without a name, he goes on.

Cyber reality roams, operators make their games,

Dissoluted crackers take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap,

One steps in and shows the world to a child,

But without a name, he goes on.

Crumbs of humanity dwindle, kings play their games

Lost, dark scavengers take what they want,

Life is worthless, life is cheap,

One steps in and picks a book,

But without a name, he goes on.

The globe is lifeless, no-one plays any games,

Cruel winds roam the surface and take what they want,

One steps in and plants a seed,

But without a name, he goes on.

Nameless proceeds and conducts his fight,

His heart is bleeding, but his goal is right.

SOLACE IN

Alone I walk amid the dense vacuum of crowded streets,

Poignant are the looks I get when I sigh at their oblivion.

Limitless compassion is boasted,

But unending imperviousness is realized.

The moment is frozen by a shrill,

Souls stiffen by the sudden thrill,

But everything is unmoving and still.

I give my hand and it gets devoured,

Like a desiccated fountain I get it back,

The victim, ignorant about the help, goes on,

Not a thought is spent on the episode.

In a merry, flowering garden music is loud,

Beautiful young people together lie around,

Within their constricted world their life is sound.

Just outside a horde is assaulting,

I fight them with pure hands and torn limbs,

Within the garden the music is now louder,

Nothing is to perturb their carnal ecstasy.

Among scattered debris on barren plains,

Existence is about daily survival and egoistic gains,

Tomorrow is irrelevant, just the one who plays.

Like breadcrumbs on a shoreless beach,

My pack is filling with remnants of long gone life,

Worthless jewels of once soaring creativity,

Delicate seeds of what again could be.

Life exhaled my brethren long ago,

A new beginning is pulling me forth,

Destined to turn into a mythical petty god.

I'm emperor to one man and the Universe,

I'm beggar to everyone and eternity.

I'm here and never were.

Author's Note

If you read it and write an opinion, please also consider how they compare.