"Even Through Death"

And when the broken pieces finally seemed to fit,
where complimentary fragments were consonant;
you took away everything that was left in me... all of it
my faith, my hope... my love. Withdrawn and recant.

For faith and love are two different things
and the latter may or may not have been unreal;
And when raw emotions hang from lacerated strings,
then pain is masked but inevitable... soon to be revealed.

And so it was... as pangs of pain egressed;
and the unrest in my heart was replaced with desolation...
Just as a wanderer would set forth on a quest
only to find that the world had faded... and he was in isolation.

Tears and remorse are scant as the adversity transpires,
where only death can evince the magnitude of this pain;
For who could possibly save a broken soul burning in fire
when the affinity of love is eradicated... and my heart is slain?

And even if you're gone, and shattered hopes are lost...
and even if I might never mend and breathe my last breath;
I will take your love with me no matter what the cost
even through my utter and impending death.


written by Seth Rinoza [11th of March 2011/16:10/Phnom Penh]

"The Death Bringer"

Search deep within the cold confines of my heart
grim and dark, a lifeless part
You shall see hate... and the chaos it brings
like demonic angels who fly with demonic wings.

I walk in the valley of death in my sleep
passing by lost souls who burn while weep
And as I bring destruction and end to life
I make joy and happiness synonymous to strife.

For I am the death-bringer; the one who reaps
lost souls on earth, and the creatures of the deep
I am the end of everything, the Omega Lord
carrying my Shield of Hate and a brandished sword.

I shall eradicate everything that goes my path
I shall destroy everything I see with my wrath
I shall feed from your soul and cast it in fire
while the sound of death is played with my lyre.

And when everything has ended I shall reign supreme
And that's when I shall wake up from my dream
that I was the Death-Bringer who ended life
with my Shield of Hate and my astute knife.


written by Seth Rinoza [6th of February 2011/1156/Phnom Penh]

"Repossession"

On a night such as this, where raw emotions are brought to life;
conjured scenes of life fade away like a rusting knife.
It fades away like water evaporated by the sun
Where broken fractions of hearts are reduced to one.

It delves into your soul like opaque drapes absorbing light
It cleanses your being with remorse like a coveted kite taking flight.
And just when you thought you had finally seen the light,
you are repossessed by the vile and malevolent night.


written by Seth Rinoza 7th of February 2011/0136/Phnom Penh

'Reason'

Gently reason with me... for I am but an avid listener;
define the borders of being content and embittered.

For confusion lacks the arrangement of explanations;
the ubiquitous mist in the everglades in your imagination.

For the words you speak shall be my solitary cure
to the infirmity of a soul that shall be forever endured.


written by Seth Rinoza [8th of February 2011/2253/Phnom Penh]

In response to the Khmer-Thai conflict.

Bless their hearts and eradicate hate, I implore
For a war between nations will never be the door
Help them find peace, and guide their confused ways
So that we may live peacefully for the rest of our days.

Why destroy when we can all thrive together?
Why start wars if we can have peace forever?
Why take lives for the mere gain of power?
Can harvest be gained from a wilting flower?

Will a piece of land justify lives of countless men?
If nations have laws, then why even attempt to bend?
Do you not fear for the future of your children, the land they will inherit?
Why do countries fight over land and create borders, when they can share it?

Is conflict resolved by living in rage and hate?
Do our people not at all have a better Fate?
We are all brothers, you and I
why does one of ours have to suffer and die?

And so I call forth my Asian brothers to cease
The fighting that has surely and steadily increased
Help make your children's future brighter than the sun
by loving each other... and gaining respect without a gun.


written by Seth Rinoza in response to the Khmer-Thai conflict [10th of February/0839/Phnom Penh]

'Untitled'

Like as if you were blind, you couldn't see;
what little words like that would mean to me
As if you were numb... immune from emotions
like a praying priest who lacked faith and devotion.

Like as if stars were aligning and the world was waiting
while you were underneath sheets and deeply sleeping
Like as if roses were factually red and you disagreed
or if you debated a need is a want... and a want is a need.

You may utterly lose faith, through assumptions, with the words I say
but soon you shall see the difference in my words of black and gray
that I speak from the heart, and my heart is often dark
until the day you came and emitted a familiar spark.

A spark denied so long it has taken its toll;
being incomplete then suddenly being whole
I pray, deny it again to tear it apart
to prove that I neither own a soul or heart.


written by Seth Rinoza [15th of February 2011/2333/Phnom Penh]