Wednesday, December 31, 2008


Nothing exists on its own but the one
Nothing endures long beneath the sun
There is nothing wrong with admitting you are a fool
So long as you realize there is little you can do
So lay back, catch a ray, and relax in the moment
Like kittens in endless play, we have nothing but now
Nothing exists but torment and dust
Unless there is the moment of trust
Between us that allows us to be gentle, and hope
I will never forget the moment, because I will never leave
Join me?

Monday, December 29, 2008


I was a knight, of the high King of France, for a decade
I left my land in 1188, to serve during the Third Crusades
Amongst our tasks were now to wrest Jerusalem back
From Saladin, the Saracen king, the one righteous man
Amongst the pagan tribes of the Islamic lands
At the Horns of Hattin the flower of Crusader’s defense was slain
And I was amongst those sent, we were the next wave
To enter into that land, the East, of the exotic Mohammedan
And my ship was attacked, by Turks or Saracens,
Armor, chainmail is sturdy and stout in defensive fight
But being thrown overboard, I sank to the Aegean floor
Mykonos, the beautiful island paradise was my last sight
My sword settled in the mud, and I pulled my self to the shore
Nude as Lord God Jehovah made me, I turned to the brush for cover
And since that day I have made my life peaceful,
And worship God for saving my life, by giving me another
Wheat and fish are found here, and I am content and full
Somewhere the water dwelling nymphs may find my helm,
The devil fish may find my chainmail and shield,
And my sword may decorate a dark and beautiful sea floor realm
But I am alive, saved for this life, and to Jehovah’s call I will yield
They may display my arms and armor upon a central island for mocking,
Yet I am the one laughing, for I am still walking.

Going Away For A While

Thursday, December 25, 2008


When the end comes, time will no longer be so sweet
We will linger in anguish until the echoes of when our soul flies
The end will be done, with no equivocation or denial
The ravens will cry, the world will burn, good men will die
The whore of Babylon wearing jewels will ride
Upon a beast in leathery hide
Our days will be done upon this blue globe of beauty
No longer will it harvest, no longer will it stand
All of our black histories, our inane legacies remain
We will have left it, a smoking burning hole
And only we will pay for our acts
Yes the end will come, in a powerful wave of pain
Yes the end will come, and despite our desire none will maintain
All hail Armageddon, All hail Oblivion
Our days and lives before us are numbered
All hail Armageddon, All hail the Apocalypse
Our days upon earth have been counted.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


Let me linger in your presence
Let me pour upon you love
Let me embrace your scent
Let me try to be worthy of
Your being,
So perfect, so magnificent and sweet
Let me be in your gaze
Let me fall at your feet
Sworn to your service,
Being always and ever amazed
Knowing that I was born
Exactly to be with you, so serene,
And to serve such a beautiful being
Make me see things I’ve never seen
I am so common, you are unique,
You share your essence
With all who desire
You are the comforter,
You are all that I seek
Let me be washed in your perfume
So that when apart you accompany me
I bow before your throne
Let me be yours endlessly.