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