Twist of Fate.. Approximately?

The burnin' fire washed away in the rain
The essence of life wasted away so insane..
The madness of the laugh tryin' to mend
The foes in friends we all befriend..
The recurrence of the twist of fate
The lines carved with future we await..
The doors which open without any knocks
The words exchanged in the midst of walks..
The confusin' love entangled in silence
The beauty of understandin' these words without guidance..
The virtue of patience ain't found with darkness
The portrait of lies painted by the actress..
The countless lives wasted with guns
The loss of friends and beloved ones..
The drugs wasted on souls eternally stoned
The faces impostors try to get cloned..
The value of words written with rhymes
I hope will last for several lifetimes..

- Ray Gonsalves

(featured in the poetry forum 09.16.09)

Darkness at the Break of Dawn

The flight of the dark storm
The minds wandering with souls so warm
The hatred of the mystic heart
The endless times spent apart
The strangeness of the hammering head
The wounds of those who cried and bled
The beauty bestowed on the untold
The fire crying in the blistering' cold
The noise of the tunes that forever linger
The price paid for craving power
The abyss inside filled with passion
The board on the streets minus the caption
The darkness at the start of dawn
The horror of evil cast upon
The beauty of eternal life
The bleeding cut of the two-sided knife
The angels and the devils sing
The lives of those wasted aping
The secret of the lines I write...One day I hope will finally ignite

- Ray Gonsalves

(featured in the poetry forum 07.05.09)

Light a Match, Start Anew

You walk yourself into a dark crowded room
..With vivid thoughts runnin' in your head
Catchin' a glimpse of your mind makes you go in-bloom
..And then you realize there's no fear to dread

You walk into society and wonder if it's real
..People exchangin' words and rubbin' shoulders in the halls
Never hand in your naked thoughts that's what you learn in the aisle
..But you should ask yourself whether you maybe wanna break these walls

You hear a saxaphone lyin' somewhere at the corner of the street playin' music
..So believe in whatever you believe and carry on
Well its all about the joy of livin' to the end of the lit matchstick
..Being content without searchin' for the tomb of jewels defines the new dawn

You see the two-sided page of love and hatred flyin' out the window
..Not knowin' where it lands you glance at the sight of it turnin' away
Sadly you don't realize the ink's dry on it and its now cast into a shadow
..Carve yourself anew for there ain't gonna be any doomsday

- Ray Gonsalves

(featured in the poetry forum 06.08.09)