Breathless Paradise

Strains,
Chains,
Or Paradise plains?
Names..
Gone with the blowing dust,
Forgotten as ages rust.
The lust
Of  'staches with cigars;
Masters of souls and scars,
Games, balls and bars.
A dark farce.
Ageless hands, but visages old
Of souls
Bought and sold;
Infants bold,
Stories retold
In dying grains of sand,
And tears of a lonely land.
In coffins of breathless flesh,
And the empty grip of a hungry hand.

A Thousand Different Faces

A thousand different faces all around,
All alike,
Stories bound.
Eyes in black, eyes in white,
Eyes of a gladiator in a fight,
Eyes in hazel, eyes in green,
Eyes of people seen..Unseen,
Eyes of scars, eyes of pain,
Eyes of Glory in shattered remains,
Eyes of honest thieves from yore
Of a Sherwood tale of rich and poor.
Hands so coarse,
Sabers bright,
Recalling the charge of a Brigade of Light.
Sparks in helmets of crusades
In the lands of a Sultan 
And a thousand maids.
Smiling visages of souls entwined.
Heart-breaking weeps o' babes
Left behind.
Eyes that speak of vaults of the soul;
Epitaphs of broken hearts in the Fall.
Eyes in different faces all around,
Open books alike
With surnames crowned.