Saturday, December 31, 2011

Enter Eternity

Eternity exists regardless
If you believe or not
It remains

It is a snake swallowing its tail
Like life coming from death
The cycle goes on
Without fail

From stars life came
The Anunnaki and Nephilum
The seed of knowledge
From deepest wells
The water gave life

And we sit in judgment
Over whether eternity exists
When we haven't the least understanding
Of the depth of the abyss

Give in

I give in
Ennui rising
Acquiesce to the idea
Reckless emotion
That my days of purpose
Are dying
Determined devotion
Reviled corpus of work
Sick of trying
To get through this curse
I can't remember
My past a souvenir
I give in to despair
I flow with the motion
That what I do has no worth
The fire inside is reaching
A nadir of life
The dreams of living are dying
Far too much a burden
Far too much strife
I give in

Thursday, December 29, 2011


On my knees again
Regret is toxic
To forget is impossible
To forgive is righteous
Surrender is logical
Viewing the circumstance
I have no chance
But to give in
Give up
Take the chance
That I am in love
Enough to be
Bullet proof
Instead of wounded
And wrong

Traitor Time

However many there are
You must be selfish
Hold on for dear life
Seconds abuse you
They do not renew
You do not get the lost back
Find and keep all you may
The end is always in view
So don't give in
Don't give up
Or you will stumble
And be lost
Time will always betray

Decay and Abandon

Born by purpose
Used under its design
Decayed by its use
Abandoned by the minds
Who cannot restore life
Where none had been desired
Life never starts
Without hope and fire
Born of clay and fire
I rose from the muck
My life was fate
No such thing as luck
Insulted by the injuries
Nothing exists that wasn't perfect
Entropy claimed me
Spat me out as insecure
Decayed and abandoned
My shell was nothing but skin
But the fire that wounded me
Made the insides pure
Ignored and reviled
Running out of time and air
Will this shell be abandoned
Or will decay take me
And consume me in its lair

Watching me as I fall

Your sorrow breaks you
Watching me as I fall
My abject ambivalence
Dismayed you
My hopes were chained against a wall
Disappointed by my failures
You gave everything until the end
I disgraced the name
From the beginning
How could you account for it all
How could you take the pain instead
You are just one spirit
I am legion
Your wings were broken
By my weight
Rest and sleep
Don't let it take you
Like it took me without reason
Who am I to blame another
For the sins I committed
For the acts I played
I was the writer, director and actor
Upon my own stage


The sand
The wind blowing
Sky is nearly pure blue
The heat beyond endurance
The air so dry it hurts
To open my eyes and look
To see the view
Before me
I am entranced by the ways
The sand blows
Despite it not being alive
It moves
In patterns
Without purpose
But beautiful
The sand thrives
Under the mastery
Of the wind
With delicate hands

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

You feed me

I see the soaring seagulls
High above
Circling before coming down
To search for food
To sleep on the sands
But humans walk upon the shore
And the gulls lift upon winds
And I am aware then
That you feed me
I see children by the ocean
Stepping upon the sand
Running from the tide
As it crashes in
I taste the salt in the air
I feel the spray upon my face
I smell the ocean in its glory
I hear the cries of joy from the children
And God you feed me
You feed me
Every second spent
Outside of this moment
Is lost
For you are perfect
And your creation
Is beautiful

Saturday, December 24, 2011


Time flows but not like a river
Always moving
Inexorable but without aim
Simply filling every emptiness
It sweeps forward, backward
Inside and outside
Time is without our consent

Scrolls and tablets
Remember what men forget
Regrets and torments
of the killer torrents
Of the lost age
Of steel
Of the lost wisdoms
And learnings
Imagine the sorrows
Of a world erased
Civilizations rise
The water flows
The deluge grows
People die
As their world
Commits suicide
And time continues
To flow
To turn
To grow
To swirl

Ending the Day with Fire and Words

Deep into the enemy’s land
A party of scouts
Dispatched by the empire
In a clearing
Discuss the day around a bonfire
Sharply speaking about the way
The battle would unfold
Against the barbarian clans
The bonfire is comfort
The setting safe and secure
But the way of the warrior is flame
Once it raged now it licks at the edge
A staff is pulled back
The fire leaves blackened wood
From poking the fire the coals are still hot
The ash flutters upwards
The embers still burn
Despite the desire to extinguish it
Like an argument unsolved
Despite the lack of fuel
It still simmers
The warmth the fire provides, like the excitement
Of an intellectual debate and challenge
It is welcome
The danger of spreading, like the pain of insults
When reason is exhausted and intellect forgotten
It is feared
The fire goes on, simmers still
But in the warmth and flickering light
Deep into the night the party talks
About the future wars they’d fight
The battles they’d win
As one

Friday, December 23, 2011

Love can grow a new heart

If you let love break you
If your heart dies
If you no longer believe
That love is alive
That love is good
Your heart is dead
It doesn't return
Doesn't fly again
Doesn't soar
Doesn't hope again
It is dead
Fully turned cold
But if you believe
In love
And you are broken
A new heart grows
Replaces the old
Allows you to breathe
Allows you to be
If you believe
If you believe
Love will redeem

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Ice Storms and Dragon Breath

In the frozen north land
With ice covered castle walls
And great fields of snow
Dragons fly above unchallenged
Mostly ignoring the humans below
The people shrug in fear
But have no way to respond
Shivering in masses
Without control
Their tiny lives move on
Entering into the communal flow
Once a generation it seems
A champion with courage stands up
Chooses to confront the dragons
And free the land from the cruel hold
The dragons breath ice without effort
The knight and party often fail
For the end goal is worthy but impossible
Much like trying to stop the wind from blowing
The realm of the dragons is haunted
By statues of ice of previous men
Who tried and failed to defeat the dragon lords
And are now frozen to floor of the den
Castle walls are a comfort
But do nothing to stave off the fear
Of living in the clutch of evil
For what has been a millennium
Of horror filled frozen years

Monday, December 19, 2011

If You Told Me

This life I lead
Is killing me
Living in a hotel
Meant for migrants
Barely breathing
Only bleeding
You know I've been living
Someplace away from you
So we don't communicate
Like we'd like to do
I miss you
And hate this place
This freedom isn't free
It is a jail, and a chain
Holding me away
So if you said that you loved me
I'd be very overwhelmed
Flattered and moved
There is nothing I can do
There is a story I could tell
Of a love that was broken
Of a man compelled to fail, over and over
Like some token sad tale
But I appreciate your kindness
Thank you for caring
If you said that you loved me
Thank you for daring
Taking that risk
But I am a mess
I have nothing to offer
I'll have that drink now
The bottle is nearly empty, like my heart
Thanks but I don't want pity
These aren't tears
Don't you know, they are holy water
Cleansing my empty, vacant soul

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

extinguished like a cigarette

breathing in
filled with doubt
crushed my love
ashes to ashes
snuffed it out
like a cigarette butt
tears falling down
I can't help it
tears reach my lips in pout
now I know
eternal darkness
is raining down
upon me
the swirl of fear
the cesspool of loneliness
crushing me
tearing me apart
leaving me undone
breaking me
breaking my heart
eternal darkness
pouring down
it has begun
let the end

A Storm in the Desert

You blew threw my life
With ethereal grace
Leaving nothing behind
But your fragrance
And tears
Like a storm in the desert
Or a black cloud in plains
Memories coat my heart
Like a dust storm
Causing pain
I never will forget
I never will regret
Your presence in my life
Refreshed my soul
Like August heat
Quenched by ice
But now you are gone
And I remain

Sunday, December 11, 2011

It is Me

My desire is the flame
I caused the unholy fire
There are none to blame
But our own shames
If the angel of death
Azrael may kiss
It comes from within
Despite what we are told
Though the famed exist
In haunted memory
Hades watched over the realm of the dead
Pluto was King of the underworld
Lucifer was the accuser
His voice bled fire with a hiss
Satan was the impresario of sin
But they are not responsible
They exist but we created the place
Where our soul remains
We are the jailers
We are the makers of Sheol, Hell, the Abyss
We are the keepers of the gate
By our own greed
By our own betrayals
By our sins
By our hate

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Asleep, yet walking

Asleep but not
Awake but dreaming
Shattered mirrors
Scattered vision
I see her everywhere
She isn't here
But she haunts my sight
Though I see
Through the glare
Of the light of the fires
On eternity's walls
Her dancing
Asleep, yet walking
I approach
Dead, yet moving
I hear her talking
To God
But I don't understand their voices
Their words don't make sense
And then I realize
There is something blocking my view
Clouding my sight
And when I move to gain better access
There is only the fire
And my body
Shivering in the night

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Red Storm Bird

The winter was dry, despite the cold
But winds kept the living nearly frozen
But with or without snow
The wars went on
Crashing from the sky to above the plains below
The red storm birds hunted dragons
Who were made of steel and spit fire
The human toll was great between colliding forces
Trapped between the ire
Of fate and anger
Of hate and fear
The dire consequences of destiny
When titans clash
When enemies refuse to surrender
And death is the sole legacy

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Born with a dream
Rejecting the curse
I was never made for living
Upon this earth
I was a beast of burdens
Not of labor for men
But for the world beyond
This world is foregone
Forlorn and despondent
The world beyond
Is worthy of this strife
This world is flesh and clay
The next is God spark
And life

Monday, December 5, 2011

We Must Remember

We ought to remember
Never to forget the devastation
The retaliation and despair
We need to hold that
Tightly inside

We focus upon a single point and the distance from the present to the past flees
We ought to remember certain things, regardless of the horror
We need to be shocked and made to know what is truth
Through defeats or epic victories, we move

The darkness followed by light allows us to see the world displayed
In utterly disgusting detail, a world screaming in pain
From the war's rage

Tyrants and Democratic leaders
All are called upon to lead
War is rarely the correct answer
But it is chosen far more often
Than we need

The past is immutable
The events of it are complete
Despite interpretations
Regardless of what we read
Or are told
So find out for your self
The tragedies of the past

Winston Churchill “I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: 'I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.' We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I will say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.”

Adolf Hitler “I want war. To me all means will be right. My motto is not "Don't, whatever you do, annoy the enemy." My motto is "Destroy him by all and any means." I am the one who will wage the war!”

Benito Mussolini “Better to live a day as a lion than 100 years as a sheep.”

Hideki Tojo “The reason was the failure of both Japan and China to understand each other and the inability of America and the European powers to sympathize, without prejudice, with the peoples of East Asia.”

Josef Stalin “This war is not as in the past; whoever occupies a territory also imposes on it his own social system. Everyone imposes his own system as far as his army can reach. It cannot be otherwise. If now there is not a communist government in Paris, this is only because Russia has not an army which can reach Paris in 1945.”

Franklin Delano Roosevelt “I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense, that always will our whole nation remember the character of the onslaught against us. No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people, in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory.”

Saturday, December 3, 2011

White Out

Can't see to get through
When the white is so thick
It becomes dark
All the flakes become one
I am blinded anew
My soul has become so sick
Trying so hard
The race is begun
And I am left behind
In a cloud of white
I am failing
Horizon so far in the distance
Flailing at the obstacles
Cannot see to survive
Blinded due to white out
And her love
Leaves me in further doubt
That I should try
To continue
Let alone win
Or even die
Faithless praise
Blinded by the white
Becomes black
And cold

Friday, December 2, 2011

Death ain't so bad, its the stuff right before it...

I am uncertain why I worry about dying
There won't be pain
There won't be failures
There won't be money I don't have
That won't be made
In the grave
If I go to heaven
That is great
If I end up in hell
I'll burn like paper
I believe in annihilation
So the problem is
As I see it
On this earth
This existence
Is pain
So give me booze
Give me vicodin
Give me something
To get away
Pain is the beast
That haunts me

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sorrow's friend

I am moved by pain
From a place of belief
To existence
Down and undone
I am not insane
But there is no relief
But for resistance
Against the black sky
Against Oblivion's veil
Hell is here on earth
Being surrounded by love
And by pain being held
Watching your love pass
Before your eyes
When all you are
When all you have
Has been given up
And there is nothing left

necrotic time

nothing stops the darkness
from coming at the end of the light
my fears rise in response
to the screaming dreams
that come with night
like ants marching
the footsteps never stop
inexorable entropy
time passes
while the children sing
anthems to the dead
who will never rise
nor bring hope
time passes
death laughing
while I decay
time laughs
death is passing by
and I am flailing
in my sleep

Monday, November 28, 2011


Delivering a cargo of humans
They were not life
But property
133 thrown overboard
For their monetary value
Ignoring their humanity
The poverty of the human soul
To ever have thought
That humans were goods
To be bought and sold
The worth of a single human
Should be more valuable
Than every single ounce of gold

"What is this claim that human people have been thrown overboard? This is a case of chattels or goods. Blacks are goods and property; it is madness to accuse these well-serving honourable men of murder. They acted out of necessity and in the most appropriate manner for the cause. The late Captain Collingwood acted in the interest of his ship to protect the safety of his crew. To question the judgement of an experienced well-travelled captain held in the highest regard is one of folly, especially when talking of slaves. The case is the same as if wood had been thrown overboard."

John Lee

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I am Sisyphus
I am tasked with doing the impossible
I stare into the soul of mankind
I absorb what is divine
And mete it out in time
So that the lack of reason
The absurd results
Are combined
And life is the answer
To no particular question

“The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays


What is the point of war
When one brother kills another
Every end of a bayonet
The killer and killed
Are workers
Children of a mother
A Russian child
An American child
A German child
A Japanese child
Are all made of the same flesh
Born by their mother's labors
And each child deserves more
Than war can give

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Money cult

Coin or paper green
Credit card or debit
Charge or cash
They feed
Lovers of money
Servants of Mammon
Compelled to obey
Their need
They worship their things
They desire more quickly
And they sacrifice themselves
Upon the altars
Of luxury
Of wealth
And of greed
Bowing before their purchase
Their plastic bought things
Their wasted chances
Their infernal chases
No one means to be this way
No one desires to be a whore
But no one knows
They live the wage
The money cult grows
For greed is universal
Those who have
Want more
And those who do not have
And the cycle repeats
And continues
And the Whore of Babylon
Sits no longer alone
But is surrounded by
Everyone who lusts
For things

Monday, November 21, 2011

4 Horsemen

Someday soon we will see the end
Entropy is all powerful
And there is destruction
In the soul of man
The four who ride
Will bring devastation
There will be an end to human nations
As joyful as birth
As dreadful as death
The end is coming
The end is redemption
The end is hope
We are on a journey
Filled with hope
Filled with wrath
We are alone
Upon this path
And the ending
Is final
Is true
Where the first shall be last
Is just

There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea. Men will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken. At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near."

BIBLE, Luke 21

I can't help you

I regret that I cannot take your pain
For you
That you endure it without hope
Because it never leaves
I am wounded by your suffering

You need torrents of rain
I am simply morning dew
You need to be rescued but all I can give is rope
You can't believe
Because you are in such pain

And all I can do is regret
That I am unable to be Jesus
Unable to deliver you from this
Unable to heal you or help

Don't surrender
Don't give up yet
Simple words yes I know
But they are still true
If I could change places
I truly would

I would do that for you
Because I've been there
And I can't get away
All I can do, is hope

Saturday, November 19, 2011


a pond ripples
with tears from God
a frozen moment
of sorrow
for human suffering

Oh my Queen, my Elizabeth

My queen
Highest above the world
I am yours
I remember when I served you
In the palace upon my knees
To present my being
In humility

You laid upon silk pillows
Upon a luxuriant bed
Pleasure and comfort were yours
Immune to sorrow
For you had it all

Fine wines of the greatest vintage
Perfumes of exquisite scent
Jewelry and furs decorating your body
Your beautiful eyes, your alluring cleavage

Before leaving your presence
I said thank you
And passed through the door
I was a slave, I was unworthy
I averted my gaze
I stared at the floor
So I should not permanently stain
My memory
For after seeing you
I could not see anyone else
And be moved
By their beauty
After seeing yours

A Pool of Blood

Swimming in the crimson
Knowing where it came from
And crying
But needing its power
To heal
By the blood
I am swimming endlessly
In the swirling thick
Viscous red wet
Of the blood
And I am renewed
When the blood cleans me
But sorrow
The toll I caused him
To pay
Nails to be hammered
Sacrifices to be made
I await tomorrow
And begin again

Thursday, November 17, 2011

One Flame

"The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed."
Steven Biko "White Racism and Black Consciousness"

A single voice was heard
Made louder by his murder
A single life a single flame
The people remember his name
Biko, Bantu Steven Biko
Silenced by the state
Killed as a simple function
As a matter of fate
Biko, Bantu Steven Biko
A victim of inequity
A victim of hate
South Africa
One flame
Of rebellion
Would arrive
Millions of voices
Lifted high
Would spell the doom
Of Apartheid
And one voice
One flame
Biko, Bantu Steven Biko
Was the voice
That was the spark
Though silenced

My sweet one

So beautiful
So sweet
So talented
You run inside my heart
In meadows never touched
By others
For you are perfect
Your words move me
Your beauty makes me sing
For you
Only you
I am able to dream
Your kindness
Your aura of gentility
You move me
Beyond these shores
Unto the ocean
Beyond the sea
You are grace incarnate
And you make see
And hope
And belief

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

How many dreams

Although I am weary
The world is still beautiful
Although I am wounded
I have found the truth
Woven with exquisite threads
The tapestry of existence
Has still worn through
My dreams have not died
Although they shine less
And are not my life
At your insistence
I offer proof
The truth is not found
Begging for hope
It is not found
Begging to be renewed
It is not found
In forms of emotions
Fleeting and hoary
It is found
Living the life
Before you
Hard work
Life is a journey
Not the destination
I am amazed
Every day
I am filled with grieving
With every loss
I see the sun
Through the clouds
Though black
Filled with precipitation
I feel the rain on my face
Consider it gain not cost
For every moment I spend
Is one more than I deserve
Living is proof
Loving is a gift
Of the king that I serve


10 months 550,ooo dead
Not by bullets
But by germs instead
And now it is nearly forgotten
But it will be back
Ready to kill
It needs to be fed
And it waits
It is ready
We are not
The toll will be


I see you
For me to make the move
To renew
Take my hand
Let me be yours
Let us begin
For this love within
My heart
Once as one
Always as one
Let us renew
The love that sleeps
But lightly
For it still burns
Its embers glow
And you hold the key
To making me
A bonfire
Burning brightly

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Widow

To the core
She is the sorrowed
Filled with grief
Alone and waiting
She is wounded
Her body reels
Her flesh is torn
Her husband died
Her being grieved
One alone
Where two had been
Now there is only sadness
There is no relief
The widow is shorn
Her locks were her vanity
She refuses to be
A widow abiding
Waiting for her one
He will return
Before her life is done
But until he does
Until his flesh is remade
She is undone
And her will is fading

Sunday, November 13, 2011

In the reeds of the stream

Since the autumn came
The marsh reeds have dried
The sun though colder
Has taken its toll
The reeds are turned brown
But like all things
There is beauty in the decay
Like a woman older in days
With skin wrinkled
But has exquisite grace
Or a child
Turned from toddler
And a toddler's tumult and rage
To near adult
The turn of years
Ripen the youth
Into bravery
Outside of the age
Of his body


The day you left is the day I died
Nothing to go on about
You ripped my soul, tore my heart right out
I won't commit suicide
You should have no doubt
Because you already killed me
With your lies
I still love you
I do
But all you do is make me cry
I still burn when I hear your name
But you took me as a fool
You made me hurt inside
You were evil
You were cruel
But always on my mind
So just go away
Just leave
Stay away from me
I am done for
I'm dead
But you should know
And I know you do
I was always true to you
And if you choose
To come back
Well ok then
That's alright
Just come back
And stay one more night

Friday, November 11, 2011

Cherry Blossom Falls to Earth

Beautiful Cherry Blossom
Falls to the Earth
Seemingly slow
Yet steadily
Crashing down
To the ground
The blossoms are beautiful
And sowing thunder
As they go
The allure of the blossoms
Seem gentle
So beautiful
But they are transcendent
Turning lives
Of humans
Into Thunder gods
To the earth

Inside me

A prison exists
In your mind
Even if you cannot see it
The ruins of existence
Are not a place you can visit
They lay inside you
The decay of your spirit
It isn't death
Although you die
If you are alone in a room
Without other sound
You can hear it

Thursday, November 10, 2011


For the ones who left to fight
And never came back

For the ones who stayed
When the enemy attacked

For those who died, in foreign lands
When the invaders came
Or were cut down
Marching across the fields
Obeying commands

War is not the answer
But is reality

And death comes with that
So does victory
And loss
And the memories of that
Must be preserved

Thank those who deserve thanks
Regardless of the war in which they served
Veterans served

For a mother's son is upon either side of that war
In victory or loss
And they return broken
For seeing things
That should have never have happened
But are reality


There is no beginning nor end
Of the eternal depth
No starting point no terminal station
For easy access
The circle is one line
Eternity is not a promise
The flesh has costs
Life is ill defined
Until there is purpose
Until there is knowing
Some seek the divine
Some seek to become so
But eternity exists
Beyond our desire
Beyond our search for truth
It lays out there
Neither waiting for us
Nor worrying
It needs no proof
To exist
We exist searching for meaning
It exists
Without our belief
Or need
It exists
The circle is one line
Beginning less

Why Survive?

“Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of Saint John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comp” Heinrich Heine

Although blind of my eyes
I can see
The darkness is near
It approaches
It is without form
But it is inexorable
In its march
It is here
And from that darkness
Will rise
A leader of the world
Bringing the world the promise
Peace is within reach
But the world is to pass
Under his hand
His words are clear
But the peace they bring
Cannot last
We've killed the land
Committed a sort of suicide
The new apocalypse will come
Armageddon's already begun
The last will die
As will the first
The earth will be burnt
With hellish fire
Hotter than the sun
The curse will be born
Upon the earth
The wages of our sins
Beckon our birth
This generation will be the last
We are waiting
The end is near
The people are retaliating
Kings show fear
The one shows his wrath
The wars will begin
The end is here
And I wait
For the end is the beginning
The end shows our path

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

murder of crows

flying with purpose
they escape
moving between
humanity and nature
the world below is tainted
the sky above is endless
to fly without fear
to live day by day
no human knows
how to live that way

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Wheat Fields Under Threatening Skies

Violence approaching
The sky gives birth
The crows fly off
To escape the storm
The wheat is grounded
Unto the soil
As if cursed
The crows aloft
Fear nothing
That lives
But the winds
And rain
Move without life
Screaming through
Above the earth

Monday, November 7, 2011

Heaven and Earth

I never thought I'd see it
Never thought I'd be a part
Of such a wondrous thing
Never thought I hold
Flesh of mine own
In my arms
This world is pain
Filled with hurt and shame
This world is a cold place
But here I am living
Holding my son's hand
Embracing all I can
Because he showed me
More than all there is
In heaven and earth
By his being
Before him
I never knew joy
Since he came to me
Life is worth knowing
And he is my boy
My proof
That God is in heaven above
And loves
My son
My flesh of my flesh
My joy
Without him
I'd be lost


In the present age
We are asked to see the world
For the bigger picture
To see the importance of lives
Despite their being wasted
Thrown into the abyss of modernity
Even though all who live, will also die
We are not called to simply live
We are not called to die
But rather to be the ones
Who stand before the wave
Who fight against the empire
To save our lands
While evil rages
We are the final step
Before the devastation
We stand against or allow in the waves
Of those who invade
The empire of Persia conquers
While Greece falls
And when falls Greece
There is only oblivion
And decay

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Rending to Caesar

Give the one thing you have
Make it worth something more
You are bound by duty
To do this
For others you become a whore
Your flesh is offered
To all men
Your being is given
To the liar's den
This world is far from paradise
Yet you give up all you have
Including your life
Your flesh is yours
Your soul is bound
Your being is holy
Yet still
You give to others
What is only yours
You trade life
For something
That kills

Friday, November 4, 2011

Safety of the Hive

No decisions
No thoughts of my own
I am one with others
Never have to leave my home
The mind is agreed
We all have our purpose
To contribute to the tribe
And be together
Not alone


Nothing like destiny
Echoes of the memories
My prayers cast
My fate lost
Desire turned to apathy
Hopes into the darkness
Trapped in oblivion
All the misbegotten legacies
I began
Shaking in this bleak place
The bitter wine I taste
My Babylon
Where all my needs are met
I am alone here
Without the hope to carry me
I will embrace
The end
For it offers a kind of relief
That living cannot
Sweet end

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Wars of Eternity

Whatever side you fight for
Whoever you serve
In eternity
There is no surrender
You exist, or not
The trumpet call is already heard
No living or dying
Death means no existence
You are cleansed from being
No need to think about the future
You are present in forever
You are the absolute
The pure air
No, you need not remember
Because you are there
Where memories are held
Where dreams are made
Where the King holds court
And is bright and fair

I can't say

The point isn't for debate, as it is clearly moot
What the mind dithers over the heart knows
There is no scientific equation,
No geometric or algebraic proof
That shows how much I love
How much I need her is without dispute
It is beyond my ability to say exactly
How much I want her is something less defined
But what remains is hard and proven fact
Without her I will crumble
Without her my heart will be painted black
I can't explain my feelings
They exist but resist definition
Without her I am left reeling
There is no reasoning
It is impossible for me to say
This love has meaning
Despite my inability to explain

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tired of dying

From the beginning
I've been decaying
The clock started
Chipping away
Seconds from the whole
Is a losing game
Trying to win
But destined to lose
I am human
We are given
Only so many days
Trying to be good
I Fail
Being forgiven
Is the only way
But it gains me
Not one more day on earth
However cleansing
The blood
The curse
The pain of living
Goes on
And on
Even under the cleansing
Of the blood
Dying from a disease
Called birth

Sunday, October 30, 2011

I give up

I’ve been broken, been broken badly, and there is nothing I can say. I am in love, and that drives me mad, I’ve done what I’ve done, and it has not paid. All I am is here, offered up to you, and now I am here, and you are there. Offered up to you, an incense upon an altar, I am nothing without you, and now my heart has been slaughtered... I give up, I give up, I give up, there is nothing left.

I Give Up There is Nothing Left

Snatched out

My heart is gone
Snatched out by the one
Who won my love
I was beautiful
In her eyes
She made me see
That life was more
Than enduring pain
She made me feel
She made me survive
I love her
I need her
I want her
I thrive in her orbit
I am alive in her love
I want her to know
I can't live without her now
She burns within me
My heart knows no other name
And I am waiting
Until she requits
My offered hand
I love her
No matter
The loss
No matter
The gain

Friday, October 28, 2011

Embrace, Taste and Chase

Between today and tomorrow
There is nowhere you can go
That I won't see you

Between here and there
There is nothing you can do
That can separate my heart from you

I loved you then
I love you today
I will love you unto forever
There is only you
Inside my heart
There is only now
For us to start
Because forever is long
And life is short
And every thing I know
Is still true

Embrace me
Taste my lips
Twist off the top
Of the wine
And let me chase
Until you are mine
In my arms
For all time
Let me chase
Not for the sport
But for what happens
When you are inside
My arms
Holding you
Forever again
Because I remain

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Temple, Stone, God, Self

Stone temples emotionless
Cold even in summer heat
Every moment of life
Is spent in a dance
With death
And eternity
Without a chance
Of perceiving
We are temples to God
The earth is our mother
Made of stone, and clay
And water
How does our impermanent state
Reveal the depths
Of the uncertainty
What is life
What is purpose
There is no point in why
There is only this
We must make our way
Create our purpose
And carve our path
Or pass from this existence
Without reason

"Don't let them tell us stories. Don't let them say of the man sentenced to death "He is going to pay his debt to society," but: "They are going to cut off his head." It looks like nothing. But it does make a little difference. And then there are people who prefer to look their fate in the eye."

Albert Camus

The End of The Matter

The Eagles of the Iron Crooked Cross
Would take to the skies
One last time
In the precious scientific creations
Of their parent evil state
They'd rise up above the clouds
Faster than they could be caught
Proud sons of the Fatherland
They'd drop their bombs
To kill
Whoever was beneath
Continuing a holocaust
If only they were allowed