The 5th Commandment

~inspired by the occasional contemplation of suicide~

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

I killed a man,

A man I knew,

A man I loved,

But never understood.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

In his greatest hours,

Grim stillness is shattered,

By scared lips- long silent,

Aching breaths,

Blanket his final words,

I don’t want to die.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

As I stared,

Into bloodshot eyes,

Burdened by secrets,

None would understand

-Nor try to,

I stared fear in its eyes,

But as I looked closer,

I witnessed something different,

Emerging from fear,

And I recognized his expression,

Courage epitomized,

In the eyes of death.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

As the edge of a dagger,

Presses up against his chest,

He is reunited with an old friend,

One so familiar,

The heart knows its every deed,

It offers him one final prayer,

As blood and life relieves him,

Yet dripping in his blood,

Is a twist in his story,

His reflection,

Tells a man anew,

A smile of hope,

Before I do.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you,

I killed a man,

A man I knew,

A man I loved,

A man I never understood,

-Me,

And this man stands before you,

In hopes of redemption,

And forgiveness.

Bless me father,

For I have sinned against you.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted Material)

The Lotus

~inspired by falling in love with your best friend~

I lay my head,

And shut my eyes,

Only to realize,

Restless nightmares,

Engage,

In malicious play.

In frosty azure oceans,

I find myself,

Afraid,

Yet not alone,

Courage mustered,

In the liberation,

Of silenced feelings,

From iced lips.

Arms outstretched,

I clutch on,

To nothing but a flower,

As breath escapes me,

Like drifted petals,

Over unsettling waters,

I float amidst doubt,

Uncertainty-never this certain.

I open my eyes,

And I am alive,

For with a lotus,

Within folded palms,

I am safe,

Anywhere I lay my head,

O’ my life,

My life,

For a lotus.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted Material)

Catching Stars

~inspired by loveless thoughts and starry nights~

In Cupid’s labyrinth,

He trails his way,

Through midnight’s obscurity,

His dimming glow,

Recalls the tale,

Of lovers fate.

 

Amidst the daunt of the night,

She takes pity,

On the trialed heart,

She shimmers,

With the blaze of a thousand suns,

For him,

Casting away shadows of doubt,

From unpromising paths,

Familiar as the setting sun.

 

The night ages on,

Hope grows hopeless,

The hunter wearies,

He sighs in discontent,

His crown weighing him down,

Facing lit path,

Reality finally conquers,

His enchanted mind,

For the treasure of tears,

Saw sunlit horizons in her eyes.

 

The night echoes with his voice,

“Beauty behold this humble heart,

For once forsaken,

This heart has found home,

In love.”

 

“Fair heart,

Love could never,

Sail our distance,

Of heaven and earth.”

 

“Star of wonder,

The heart does not abide,

To bounds of God and Man,

For Cupid’s arrow knows not of sin.”

 

 

“Alas,

You have conquered this star,

For my once higher grounds,

Now lays shattered at your feet,

Let it be so,

That I shall descend,

From celestial body,

And I shall be yours forever.”

 

Nights foretold her arrival,

Of distant travel,

Passing her sisters,

They bid farewell,

As the star falls glacially,

From her guarded throne.

 

But promises broken,

Stay true to man,

As he tolerates not,

The wait of time,

Or her,

The hunter is man after all.

 

He heads forth,

Cradling his chasing heart,

For the thirst of the hunter,

Could never be quenched,

By God,

Nor Man himself.

 

In his footprints,

The fallen star fades,

Crippled,

Reminiscent of sweet words,

Now hushed by night winds,

For love sees no future,

Beyond falling and not getting caught,

Love hath no meaning, nor beauty,

Than in the eyes of a star.

 

 -  By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL)

Eve

~inspired by human weakness in the face of temptation~

God awakens me,

To streaming russet locks,

Waving down past supple skin,

I am lost at sea.

God awakens me,

To murky pearls,

Like fogged windows,

Shedding partial light,

On such misty tales of the soul,

I peer to quench this burning thirst.

God awakens me,

To ruby lips,

Within them,

Desire is defined,

Like forbidden fruit,

You devour my every sane thought,

I am in control no longer.

God awakens me,

To the irresistible taste of sin,

To the temptation of human weakness,

Wisdom falls helpless,

To the bite of the serpent,

As it whispers in my ears,

Sweet satisfaction,

Unveiling the shameful sinner.

-by Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)

Captive

~inspired by those who fail to speak the truth~

Words unsaid,

Thoughts disregarded,

Rationale smothered,

Mouth roped shut,

Courage ebbed,

Voice silenced,

Choice unappreciated,

Reasoning hasty?

Truth blinded?

Glory unjustified?

Your hour has come.

Now silence yourselves,

Regret- luxury you can no longer afford,

For you have allowed fear,

To hold you captive.

Silent- for you chose to be.

-by Isaac H. George
The Masked Man
(Copyrighted)

Oly Oly Oxen Free!

~inspired by thriving hope amidst adversity~

1-2-3,

Ready or not,

Here you come,

Initiating a game,

To which I did not wish to play,

In rain of terror,

I hide amongst brittle stone,

Where once stood,

My reigning throne,

Now gunned down,

A zoar for the weak,

The unworthy,

Whose ebbed faith,

Lays smothered in ashes.

Like gripped soil,

I hang on,

To dear life,

While my brothers,

Find eternal peace,

Amongst the rubble.

I cry,

Not in fear,

But joy,

For faith have ears,

That hear the children calling,

“Oly Oly Oxen Free!”

-By Isaac H. George

The Masked Man

(Copyrighted)