Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Colosseum's Sands are Red

My body waits the damage
I will certainly suffer
From my labor
A worker in blood
And slaughter
If I win someone dies
If I lose I do so
Laying thereafter
Upon an altar
Memories of me will be
Without joy or hope
For my arms are enslaved
And I can never win
My body serves
By the emperor's whip
And whim
When I die
I will awake
Where the fields grow tall
And the sun is warm
Every path I take
Will lead to home
For Elysium
Waits for those
Who die
As heroes

Monday, July 17, 2017

red wine

I experience the highest ecstasy
Upon seeing you
My heart beats a symphony
My soul's hunger is relentless
Longing for you is torment
I drink in the air for it has known your lips
Your beauty is most fair
I long to taste your soul
I linger in your scent
The promise of your kiss
Is finer than the finest wine
From the finest vintage of grape
And I long to kiss your neck
I am unable to sate my desire
For your embrace
And my soul finds joy in your presence
And your spirit's fire


Sunday, July 16, 2017

Prometheus Suffered

Choirs of children should sing
Angelic anthems to him
The titan who sacrificed all
To place in our hands
Fire and of light
Knowledge and power
It cost the Prometheus everything
He suffered for our kind
We could never pay
For the gift he gave
Now was the hour
Of human ascendance
Now was the time
We learned our destiny
And it was Prometheus who suffered
For our gift
Let us remember
His legacy

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Time is indifferent

bestial slaughter of the indigene
scars of hate build
red tides form
dead whales wash ashore
the slaughter of the bison
genocide of the Armenians
humans making endless war
unobserved by time
as the sands ever sift through fingers
time has no master
death is as birth
continuous and ever present
no damnation lingers
children born
elderly die
time continues to pass
close your eyes
the new born replace
the elders
time makes no notice
Rwanda
The Holocaust
Time churns on
Ocean fisheries collapse
The globe melts
Time pays no mind
We are dust
Soon we will pass
And time will be no different
Indifferent to our struggle
It grinds on


Friday, July 14, 2017

suffer

Suffer
We suffer
Able to see the darkness
But unable to change
Bound in chains
Enslaved by pain
We are deceived
And beg for our release
But it is not before us
We are blind to our vanity
We are held tight by hate
And refuse to live
Trapped in slavery
We simply move our flesh
Act like it matters
And pray for more
Until our final breath



Thursday, July 13, 2017

This Throne

Standing outside
Trying to look within
But my vision fades
From dreams of suicide
And nightmare of sin
This misery pervades
I am my own demon
Burning inside my shame
I can never escape
All that I am
I scream silently
In the vacuum
Of a sort of solemnity
Of knowing
I am the demon
Of the darkest hell
That wears me
Like a cloak
He rings the loudest bell
Chiming my distorted anthem
My soul for sale
But no buyer for me to sell
Who am I
But my most ardent foe
And now I am ready
To sit upon my throne
Of shattered dreams
Before my fetid path
Of destruction
And rivers of wrath
Far less
Than I deserve

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

life riddles

enigmatic desires
glowing of the fire
with radioactive tragedies
waiting to transpire 
this life of riddles
death of knowledge
crippling pain of knowing
of the choices and niggles
of beliefs fallen
with dreams overflowing
not knowing is not uncaring
it is ignorance begging to be shattered
as long as I am waiting
I avoid the disaster
avoid the catastrophe of me
stained glass bleeding
from the impact
of thought to deed


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

dream into being

once I believed how hard it would be
to dream a life into being without needing sleep
secret keeping without grieving
selfishly longing for more love than I have

without guilt of want
loving others without pain
being loved without the shame of wanting

I know only that I am worth love
but who am I to be so proud
to long for more than I have

I beg for only one thing
that I be allowed
my dignity


Monday, July 10, 2017

I was a fool

Knowing her
Took a toll
The memory of her
Burns in me
Like fire or gasoline
She is a cancer
Burrowing through my flesh
She was a disaster
Robbing me of my will
Castrating my manhood
She had taken complete control
Destroying my soul
My mind shattered
I have no answers
Except to bleed
Until I die

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Despite wearing armor

They were beautiful
Seeming to him
To offer
Hours unending in pleasure
Broken by their desire
Made to break
By upholding vows
And codes of honor
They enter damnation
Although covered in armor
Armed with weapons
Of the finest construct
Deeply wounded
Fighting battles
Of will and
Grotesque temptation
More is to be lost by a knight
For a soul in the combat
Of will and the lust of a man
One cannot dare lose
For he will be stained
Never able thereafter
To ascend and become
A king's arm
Or his shield
For he will be stolen
From his path
And never return
For the sins in him burn

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Blinded

The earth moves
The tides fall
The moon dims
The echoes call
Singing your destiny
As the entropy 
Is laid out before you
There is nothing left
And no reason
To still exist
No more history
No more legacies
You are a blank slate
As you stare into the sun
Blind yourself
Deafen the sounds
Of a society
Dying
I hunger
And the world
Is empty
All I have
Is to swallow pride
There is not enough
Not enough
To sustain me
I walk into the light
My tribe waits to see
Should I die
Or should I live
My flesh is no longer to be











“I am the spirit that negates.
And rightly so, for all that comes to be
Deserves to perish wretchedly;
'Twere better nothing would begin.
Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
Destruction, evil represent—
That is my proper element.” 


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust


Friday, July 7, 2017

Bleach in the sun


We never saw the dead
Though they were there
Bones were all that remained
A slaughtered Legion
So much bloodshed
Did they have courage
Had they dared
Remnants washed away
With the rain
They sleep in the grass
Fallen for so long
Their mission forgotten
Our shame it is
They lay for us
But we've forgotten
The names

Thursday, July 6, 2017

I am ready





At the end of this play
I need no direction
My lines are memorized
Without effort
Alone I am done
By a thread I am held
And I twist
Spinning I turn
I perform a pirouette
I am covered by the veil
Gossamer thin
My will resists
I am ready
I am ready
I will release
And fall
I live without a net
So when I fall
I receive
The sweetness of the kiss
Of Azrael
Angel of Death
My life is a drama
And every play
Has a final act
Let the thread break
Let my play end
I've done my best
Let me say
I am gone

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Slap me, I am dreaming

slap me
I am dreaming
I can't stop thinking
how you make me feel
you make my heart dance
with every promise you make
by your smile
by looking into my eyes
by the words
you never say
in my mind
you are in my embrace
take a chance
and let me be yours
forever to be
in your arms
forever to be
hopeful and awake
because I've been dreaming
instead of living
I can be forgiven
for that
because you make me
dream


Monday, July 3, 2017

Peace

The surface of the earth
So very austere
It allows no false promises
I stand with care
Ready to dream
I am seeking
I am hoping
I am willing to dare
I close my eyes
Open my wings
Lift from the ground
Floating above the surface
Of the green and blue earth
Stars like candles
Below watch the worshipers
In awe and unified
Lighting the evening
Visions of the gods
Shooting across the night sky
The universe is alive
Awake and aware
Calling us
To surrender our fears
To allow ourselves
To fly




Sunday, July 2, 2017

The Ruins

As a group we left
On the way back up
The HQ was on the ice
To share our news
We were successful
Beneath the frozen surface
Of the moon of Jupiter
Called Europa
Named for the lover of Zeus
Who was called Jupiter
By the Romans
We were the first team
To enter the ocean
To see what we saw
Ocean surrounded
Down to the sea floor
Which had a glowing white core
We thought it
Glorious
Mystical
Sacred
How very appropriate
For what we found
Was a rock structure
That looked surprisingly like
A step pyramid, abandoned
Our polar equipment worked
The scientists in the team
Expressed great joy
While the military divers
Were careful and kept alert
We had tried to swim
All the way down to the burning glow
That kept the ocean warm
We didn't know exactly what we saw
But we knew it was ... unique
To human eyes at least
As we jet to the surface
We soon saw the opening
That we would exit through
And then hovering above us
A form familiar to earthmen eyes
Only 10 times greater in size
It was a Cephalopod
Soon it demonstrated its lethal reach
Slaughtering 16
Of a team of 20
The bluish white water
Turned now red
I climbed through the entry hole
And called for the earth team
To assist in retrieval
Of the team
The ruins below were secondary
To the safety of the team


Our first contact with life outside of earth
And it slaughtered 3/4 of our number
Not unlike human first contacts
Between cultures
Violence is our curse

Saturday, July 1, 2017

the Ocean's Power

the wind pushes the tall grass
the changing of the tide
soon draws near
nearly malevolent
the wind is whipping
a storm approaches
and waves swell
the shore was a sanctuary of quiet
no noise from humans at all
the solace of silence won't last
all forms of animals despair
of ever surviving the hell
the grey ocean has now turned
to white peaks, and crashes
what had once been calm
a churning caldron now
wind, sea and land collide
and hit the shore and shatter
every stalk of grass bend over
like a deep bow,  o' salaam
flocks of sea birds disavow
all of their foolish chatter
for it is not safe
to gather here
the power of the ocean
is like a bomb
waves of power
echo


Friday, June 30, 2017

so cold in this tomb


My arms reach out
There is no doubt
I scream, I shout
But I am enslaved

Every single moment
I writhe in the torment
Of the torrents
Trapped in my chains

I've burned every tomorrow
Bleeding the sorrow
I lay deep in the barrow
My sins to blame

This countenance I abhor
My soul became a whore
By the vicious terror
Of shame

Within this coffin
There is no escape
Only pain
My bluish flesh
So cold
Trapped in this tomb
Unmoving
Broken
Awaiting fate
Victory over death
God will redeem my soul
Soon
Someday soon
















Thursday, June 29, 2017

Dawn over the Colosseum


Making war for the pleasure
Of the leisured class
The plutocrats
The warriors were well trained
Never enemies
Just professionals of combat
Dying too soon to leave legacies
Paid in food, and in promises 
Never forming families
But brothers in arms
From across the Mediterranean
And the far reaches
Of the empire
These were men
Who had only one hope
To survive their employment
Unable to decline their labor
Their training and physical abilities
Their lethal arms and agility
Made them dangerous
So dangerous
But slaughter paid so very little
And soon enough those trained would rise
And use their skills
Against their owners
Fighting to be free
To one day see
The sun rise
Over the Mediterranean


Living to die

My body fails me
My mind is lost
To the mist

My spirit will betray me
Life has a cost
Paid with Azrael's kiss

Echoes of my childhood
Pockets of memory screaming
I know I am doomed
No use in grieving

I am unable to dam the flood
No hope for those downstream
None have innocent blood
We are our own demon

"For certain is death for the born
And certain is birth for the dead;
Therefore over the inevitable
Thou shouldst not grieve."

Bhagavad Gita