Wednesday, June 30, 2021

True Patriots


 
Contrary to what you hear from your mother
Or from your war veteran father or brother
But know the highest form of patriotism
Is not that given to the state
But to those brothers and sisters
Who are all fighting the same war
Love does not require romance
But the sacrifice of self for another
Taking chances in the teeth of conflict
Until the din of battle smothers
And you realize you are alive
Or that you have died
And the war no longer matters
For you
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of
him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
G.K. Chesterton

The Path We Follow

The miracle of human life
Continues despite our failings
We are imperfect, flawed, confused
Our mistakes seem to invite doom
We continue to do wrong things
And still there is something
The basic story in all runs deep
Every human should have worth
We are clever, bright, talented
From our moment leaving the womb
To life as children, our roots
Through years of struggle as teens
To becoming adults still learning
Even the elderly can know
And still keep growing
Before we end in the tomb
By learning we are trying
But we live in a world
That has become madness
How can we still exist
In an age of nuclear bombs
Global warming and viruses
Wars and predators abound
Riots and pandemic strife
Slaughter seems our slogan
Living by the sword means
Those doing so die by it too
How can any one ever survive
When the point of being alive
Has never been to gather stuff
Has never been to become rich
To live well means something
Far deeper than lust or dreams
Because another deep truth is
All who live will eventually die
So it would be good to know
What does existence actually mean?

What if?

What if we learned that the Garden of Eden was a different planet
And Noah's Ark carried the human seed, a gift then planted
What if paradise were to exist, even for the damned
And our world is not our home, but the abyss
What if Judas was meant to betray Christ
And meant love by his forsaken kiss?


Tuesday, June 29, 2021

My Darlin' Katya

She is beautiful, a soul divine
Yes I serve her but don't deserve her
She is my queen,  oh I adore her being
Her spirit serene, an exquisite dream
She has aged yes, but with grace
In the fashion of perfect wine
Bereft when she leaves my side
I love her deeply and know
The enormous role she fills
Will be an empty black hole
When she is gone


Above Offers No Sanctuary

Upon the highest reach of mankind's hands
The air above is thin, it whispers, it is clean
And the humans below gaze above in awe
As humans create technology, there's a divide
Between the ultimate hopes of every man
A realization forms, dreams are out of reach
Yawning aching needs exacerbate every flaw
Our organic life comes with a limit in time
An elegant, ornate glorious spiral staircase
Represents every choice we make in this life
It can take you in two directions, up or down
What choice you make might not be a real one
For what choice do the poor have to not hunger
The reaching of the heights might help some
But oblivion is all that is offered, for others



Fools In the Eternal's Eye

In the hollow, the hallowed grounds
I am of the shadows, unable to speak
As sparks pass, corruption remains
As flesh decays, we make no sound
Buried in cold soil, vanity made meek
As dust, lost as rains make us tame
We are the moment, never the lasting
We are temporary but long for the veil
Acting like fools, desire the everlasting
But despite a world of hubris calling
Should we ask, we may become eternal



Monday, June 28, 2021

Logic and Emotions

We use logic to define certain perimeters
Using science to explain all that happens
But we continuously define our emotions
As being weakness, rather than strength
That's a fool's game, ignoring our traits
It is bloodsport, for those who debate
Treating memory and emotions as ghosts
That live in the shadows and then haunt
It belies that we've a mind and a spirit
Both logical and emotional
It is time that we awaken, and make haste
That we need to realize both have value
Because to deny either is a shame
We must embrace the world we have
Rather than the one we want
We have our own lives as proof
This world cannot be made tamed
By lying about our inner most thoughts
And refusing to share our heart felt truths


By The Creator's Hand

Above the world I hover, it is my creation
Then I stopped the floods with just a look
For I changed the path by whim of thought
Earth spins and never stops, by my own will
I remember all, even as you humans use books
Perfect blue orb of my design, finely wrought
The depth of the oceans, unfathomed, still
Modernity offers humanity a means to an end
Future's path when science becomes a dogma
But there is nothing the humans might ever do
Disasters and catastrophes are messages sent
Humans bleed with a technological stigmata
The deep offers solace, and a chance to renew


“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet
enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Waiting

You said I love you
And then refused to talk
You said let's live together
And took your stuff and walked
I can't read your mind
I can't understand your words
If you say one thing and do another
Which is worse?
Is it false or is it true
Doing something wrong
And saying I am sorry
Or saying I'd do the right thing
And never following through
I don't understand you
But I am willing to wait
Until you mean what you say
It'll be a wonderful day
But until then
I'll be waiting


 

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Stolen Joy

Years have passed
Your absence grieves me
The time couldn't last
My sorrow won't redeem me
I miss you daily
And pray wherever you are
You've found paradise or home
I've tried to face this bravely
Life went from conventional
To utterly bizarre
And now I'm alone
Wherever you are
Please pray for me
This heart is covered in scars
Your constant absence
Has wounded beyond healing
Save me
I'm unable to pretend
When life keeps stealing
Joy


“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”  Charles Dickens

Staring into the Past

Some people choose to believe that the human species is still young
They suggest that it has existed for less than 10,000 years of time
Their theory measures only what evidence it sees, and progress
But there's more evidence to suggest we've been around longer
With interruptions and setbacks coming from nature and the sun
Our actions can be unwise, our acts leave our hope denied
Solar flares and magnetic pole changes, steal human success
Often we can't see beyond the local, cheating our minds of wonder
For the evidence exists, all over the globe, we are an ancient people
We are the children of fortune and disorder, survivors of disaster
And the catastrophes that happen will go on, but we will survive
Destiny is ours to guide, we'll survive however long this lasts
Humans have the chance to escape, and to seek every answer
We have minds as well as emotions, we are ready, we wait
The answers of our questions will lead our species forward
Progress and a future demand we endure the circumstance
For we have our own children, who have their own fate
We  must not and cannot condemn them by our hand
Or we will have devoured them and their chances

The first day of no more


After two years underground we ran out of supplies
Our world had been destroyed, but some of us survived
A first sight greeting us upon our reaching the surface
Radiation detecters showed numerous radioactive traces
A layer of ash covered most of the land, fall out, dust
We could never rise again, nor build any sort of trust
Our first day of no more, was the last day of our hope
Only the most calm, pragmatic of us could ever cope
Most died in the first attack, many later in the shelters
And yet, the living have to go on, we will fight together
Defiance to the end is all we have, we cannot afford more

Saturday, June 26, 2021

This Eternal Quest

Before us awaits an eternal quest
Know that each life can be mythic, great
We create the demons, beasts and dragons
In our mind, each is ready to be slain
Your life has a purpose, this will be a test
It is hard, the path has never been straight
Even so
Know that we are all composed of atoms
Still, it is hard, success is not preordained
You can do this, because you have worth
All depends upon you, but this can be attained
Whatever the cost, with victory, we ascend
With victory we will remember your name
However difficult, you can rise above
And find the glory your life deserves



Come Armageddon

Each card fails to win the match
We played like each move was the last
We play the final card in the poker game
We lost every hand, it was predestined
We'd lose, with no help from hope or desire
Made to run a race, without legs, being lame
Given no answers, allowed no questions
The truth we know comes with death or fire
Come Armageddon, we've been made ready
Come Armageddon, you're nothing to fear
At least we know that your aim is steady
We won't fear you as you draw near
Our hearts faded to dust and realized a truth
We are prisoners of lust, we can't be renewed
This is our final moment
The final time to think
Life is absurd
A game of pretend
And now an end
To a suffering without relent




The New Horizon

Told not to have expectations
This species couldn't endure
Nor could we again ever thrive
But our numbers were made up
Of those who were ready
To fight for every inch of life
To live, die or simply survive
The choice was never ours
Life in the hands of the steady
Was a better option than others
For they had a perceived duty
To rise, to fight, to live another day
We would go on, to build again
Long after given up for dead


Friday, June 25, 2021

Trapped here

Their walls are gone
If I desired, I could flee
But I'm trapped by my words
And burning from a fire inside
I have nothing left but to die
Because everything I had
All that I am, lost to time
Everything was gone
Everything that I've wanted
Is forbidden to me
My psyche is haunted
I'll never go free
This is a death sentence
For one who was innocent
This is a cosmic joke on me
All I have is repentance
They were seeking perfection
All that they had
All that they wanted
Was for me to be
Just like them
Expectations of perfection
And things that I will never be


Masks And Radiation


When you are told it is safe, you can live without any fears. But the moment of the leak, radiation, then fire, and lastly meltdown, you don't flee. You act and think with your first instinct to save your family, friends, and nation.  What courage it must take, to live through an transformative time. I have much less courage than that.  But I still need to understand.


He She Exchange

With tears in his eyes, he approached her.
The sorrow in his face was clear.
His angst, his visceral pain, obvious.
He asked Where are you going?
She replied I said I am leaving.
He asked But to where?
She replied I didn't say.
He asked Why not?
She said If I had wanted to tell you, I would have.
And then she turned and left to go.
Took the children with her.
And quickly passed out the door.
He said You are killing me.
She replied Sorry, I know how that feels.
He stared at her back and his children's backs.
He thought of saying I want nothing more than you to be happy.
But he chose to say nothing.  He didn't want her to be happy without him.  He wanted her to be happy next to him being happy.  And the children among them, actively.  But that is not the story that happened, only the one that he wanted. And now he'd be haunted, for he did love her. And he loved his children.  Then there were no more tears.  He was now hating her.  His visage thereafter never changed. His hurt never left him.  But now his hatred would be the fire inside, instead of the love. He was never good at personal relationships.  That doesn't mean he didn't feel, and didn't know what that felt like to lose.


Thursday, June 24, 2021

Let me sleep, and I'll dream of you

When these eyes locked
My gaze would ever be cast
In your direction, focused
My life has found value
In seconds passing in haste
Upon a wall clock
Every minute felt like the last
In your presence each moment
Alive
I emerge from the shadows
Longing for another taste
Your beauty is obvious
My mind is oblivious
Each minute away is torture
Every second spent away
Invites Morpheus
So I can sleep
And we can join together
At least I can be with you
As I dream
We can stay here forever
In such depth
No one will ever find us
A place of such beauty
Such joy and infinite justice
Seconds pass
In this place may forever last
In a lotus induced slumber
Where no others may touch us
As we join, again and again
Anew, renewed
Deep in the arms of sleep
There we walk upon the beach
Of an endless expanse of ocean
There we hold hands and believe
All that can happen beyond the horizon
This is the world we long for
This is the place we seek
Let us find it now and there rest
For there are a world of tomorrows
Beneath the veil of reality



“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”   Edgar Allan Poe

Our Companions the Ravens

How can one account for the deep sorrow
In the heart of the watchers of our species
We are forsaken, but still add to our pain
As vulgar despicable creatures in shadow
We've slaughtered every other creature
Cast them from their home of the earth
Our brains burn imprints of the insane
And there in the abyss we celebrate
Our only true companions the ravens
Mock us, disgusted, ashamed
They do not bother to escape
For we will never see tomorrow
Our torment will forever remain


Souvenir of Living

My memory is fleeting
The life I lived has fled
Some day I will remember
For my words are a souvenir
Of when I was living
As opposed to now
When I am dead
My mind has passed
Over to the gray
My heart fades
What was real remains
And youth never lasts


Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Added Loss By An Awareness

She had passed and was grieved by her sons
With her flesh broken, her husband then said
If she isn't here, I'll refuse to breathe any air
That has not spent time filling her lungs
Relentless was the mourning of the loss, alone
He wanted to take her place instead
Offered it to God and oblivion
Our existence upon this planet is shared
One world between us all, laughing, crying
With one world to feed us, to be our home
The loss of one, diminishes us, a tragedy
The loss of life, is an inevitable event
A catastrophe of sorrow, awareness
Of just what each life has meant

Guilty as Charged

You know, I am breaking
And as a child I cried a lot
Not for fear, but all the pain
After this lifetime I've seen
Life is good but some is not
I'll finally have proof
They'll say I'm insane
There is evidence, it is true
But never enough
What's the point of life
When the pain is too much
What if you're not loved
Life is a grueling act of faith
I'll try pleading innocent but
The judge always says
I'm guilty as charged


The Final Path

There's an enormous divide between death and life
We've come to a place in a journey we don't decide
From our flesh, temporary to that of our soul eternal
A hunger for justice leads us to realize the full circle
And our hearts beat in fear, and the final expectation
Knowing that's our true path, seen with illumination
There is only our soul, and the contents of our being
We will end one existence by entering another serene



Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Choices made

You write and call all the time
Saying you wish you never left
I can't help you as it was your choice
I never made the decision
I let you decide
I'd never wanted anyone else
And I miss hearing your voice
You described life as a prison
With me, but not me, I was happy
So, without trying to deride
I am unable to help
You've made your way
So I'll say goodbye
I still love you
I just can't do this again
Too many memories
All the ghosts remain
Bury the past
Leave the flowers on the grave



Intelligence is a Dangerous Weapon

Academia has certain limits
However elite and brilliant
It has problems
A control exerted by an orthodoxy
Upon those who don't follow others
Utilizing "proper" thinking
Or allowing the power of ego
To guide research
Instead of the pursuit of truth
Ego seeks to take credit
When others might be due
We should encourage great thinking
I believe that science is a path
To a better world
To greater achievements
To a different destiny
By which we may reach the stars
To, perhaps, a greater truth
Cultivating people of intelligence
Allowed humans to end a world war
Which sounds good
In a demonstration for the world
Civilians were slaughtered
Due to the modern advancement
Nuclear weapons were created
Without an equal rise in wisdom
Or a better impulse control
Or the desire to go to war
Whatever our mental sophistication
Solipsistic minds created a new reality
Human development quickly grows
Because we are far more clever
Than we are kind
Often ignoring our lack of control
Because we aimed our minds
At creating wealth 
Far more than new discoveries
Our worst and most troubling impulses
Have not faded, no, in fact they've risen
And the idea of incredible minds working
To create the next generation of war
Will leave humanity dead or dying
When we haven't healed yet
From our previous scars

composed of bitterness

I think I know that once
At least
We spent a night together
But I can't remember anything
Is it the booze or the time since
Because since we spoke it seems
Like it's been forever
The moment so long past
I just thought I should say something
Since the silence is killing me
Did you hear my mom died
Did you hear I died in a car accident
Did you think it doesn't mean a thing
To have spent such a moment
Together, anything whatsoever
Am I so darkened
Composed of bitterness
Am I cyanide
Unloved and needing to flee
You tell me
All I know we once were
And now we aren't
And I don't know why




Monday, June 21, 2021

An Insult to the Human Species

The throwing of living captives overboard
Followed with claiming their death
As a business loss
A moment in human existence
That ought to linger
It should crush the soul to the core
Human beings on ship given a toss
So that the deaths would show
On a spread sheet or slate ledger
Seems like madness, but it happened
The massacre on the Zong was a tragedy
That must be and should be remembered
Not just a cruel and moment in time
But one that demonstrates our failure
We must never forget it
Slavery is an obvious crime
We should regret it
But not all of us do
Its an insult to the entire species
Because such moments are truth
And do not exist in the abstract
They have happened
And because they do
We must never relent
We must eradicate our ideas
That others are not the same
We've allowed massacres and catastrophes
By our own choices
So must now raise our voices
We must make treatment of all
Equal in respect and dignity
Or the many will fall
Into the realm of bestial violence
And unbridled hate

READ ABOUT IT



Day and Night

Together there, all day
First with wine, then smiles
Whispering sweet words
It all becomes a haze
She sees in my eyes
The child she'll have
He sees the one
With whom he be won't hurt again
Wherever the world leads
From this starting line
Is it God, or destiny or by accident
Is there a way to make it work
Without regret or pretense
How to keep the dream alive
As it turns dusk
Before long the stars come forward
Before they know it
They've discovered love
For the first time
Each heart is pounding
The moment is proving
That love exists
What is better than that
They are the only two souls alive tonight
And the stars play a masterful concert
Beautiful, deep, and moving


Composed of Parts


As I stare at the stars, aware of but a fraction of the story
My flesh is gray, weak and fragile, my being made of clay
From the depths of the dark asylum I was made from parts
Sewn together precisely in the darkness of a laboratory
By a mad doctor holding power of life and death, insane
So as I stare up again, knowing I am unique like the stars
I need not wonder what madness begets, my life is pain
I need not wonder, or ponder truth, I simply know
And nothing should frighten you of life, but mine is not
I live between the living and dead worlds, without hope

The Feathered Serpent

In his time with humans, he was adored
Quetzalcoatl, a god living among men
Had a mind of a scholar, heart of a saint
Led the people to awareness of their place
For the people were without a frame
Without knowledge of the world outside
Not knowing about this blue planet
So majestic, hung upon a wall of stars
Even if his flesh suffer wounds, even die
He'd be instantly restored
His being remembered in lore
His love inside burned in his core
He was powerful, noble, good
He was able to give life
Also would overcome death
Upon discovering treachery
He chose to end his life
And upon his returned
He'd taught his final lesson
And then returned to space
From where he'd first came
He is forever alive
The feathered serpent remains
And is said to return, some day


 

Sunday, June 20, 2021

The Spacefarer Race

There have been scientific studies upon humans, revealing new information
When isolated from natural light over time, human sleep habits are an oddity
They've a natural sleep schedule that is different than one we follow now
Our time sleeping and waking in isolation, away from the natural phases
Shows it doesn't match the hours of light or even darkness found in night
Are we alien to the planet earth, has the planet changed the speed of rotation?
Is the human species home to earth or were we assembled for a purpose
Traveled here from far away, or are we sleeping and existence is a dream?
If we're alien, how'd we get here, were we manufactured to work and breed?
Was the Garden of Eden a laboratory? Noah's Ark a spacefaring machine?
Or is the problem that I am being far too literal, and I'm ignoring the truth?
Being purposely literal for the sake of creating an exciting book to read?


Old Friend?

We spent a life together
And then stopped somehow
I was immature, stupid, a fool
But that's not me, not now
I'm aware how I've failed you
How can we go from best friends in school
To enemies in love, enemies forever thereafter
You needn't care, I understand
Just where we've been
I still want you to know
There's more than my hurt
And more than anger inside of me
So, I get we weren't ready then
But, in the present
Please see that I still think of you
In ways you wouldn't think
If you refused to let me grow
I am sorry for being me
When I wasn't ready
I'll go away for good
Unless you tell me
I'll let you choose

 


 

Cold Body, Cold Love

I feel your breath, so cold
And your flesh is now gray
Your lips have turned blue
I still love you, even with you gone
My soul has grown so old
Despite a bitterness of rage
I've forgotten what was true
After you left, I lost my life's song
You're the only one I loved
My fears faded with you here
My love grew with you near
Since you left all I know is wrong
I'm going to make a change
I'll join you in that place
My exit is my moment
Where I join you there


Saturday, June 19, 2021

Black Hole of Misery

I watched during Genesis
When the world majestically began
I saw humans grow sentient
Slowly rising from the violence
Growing a mind, equal to its strength
And then exceeding that, cleverly
They stared out at the stars and sky
And found a fascinating mystery
Never losing their curiosity
I waited throughout human culture
For these humans to learn and grow
And they did rise above all expectations
And they saw themselves as wise
And they discovered certain truths
Certain ideas seen as evidence and proof
That their species an accident
Or a collision of forces
Gracelessly, spontaneously
And then shortly thereafter
They learned of ideas of great power
Ideas that existed but were too dangerous
For humans were not wise enough yet
And perhaps never would be
But they would in fact use them
Watching this I gave in to despair
My heart is now a black hole of misery
With a soul emptied of compassion
I've watched humans devolve from the heights
And became the willing slave to carnality
  Their broken souls and form turned cold
I'd hoped to see their seed bear flower
I longed to see their legacy
But their minds suffers insanity
Flesh endures constant punishment
And there is nothing inside the body
The flesh will be bent, broken, spent
And sorrow will be their great failing
  For selfish hearts earn a penalty
And the acts of the flesh limit them
Some welcome their form's morbidity
Not immortal, the form is temporary
They ignore advice of the wise people
As I watch I know the end will come
It will be experienced bitterly
They will wish to be somewhere else
When the end of things happens
But this is the world they've earned
And nothing more can be learned
Of this great experiment


Not Falling for it

They will tell us to love one another
While saying some do not deserve it
They'll tell us to be kind to others
And then tell us we have to earn it
What is the purpose they serve
These fools demand obedience
But do they offer a new outlook
Or a worldview worth knowing
Are they recreating an echo
Repeating what they see
Or what they think they've heard
Their foolish path leads to hurt
And even leads to many scars
They want to create a new way
Hoping to maybe find it
But they never do
Have you seen their flawed truth
Revealing how bankrupt they are?


The Moment Behind the Veil

The beating heart of the wilderness
Echoes of eternity, without time
A great one crosses behind the veil
The earth takes in one of her own
View and see the epic tenderness
Of a mother's love and power divine
We live small lives and we often fail
But for this place where we are home
In the bosom of our mother
And to the delight of our father
We are among our family
We know love
We are not alone

 


Friday, June 18, 2021

The Clash Of People and Ideas

The clash between peoples and their ideas
Was neither new, nor unexpected in roots
The revolutions and wars planted bitter seeds
And the conflict between them was to bloom
One side slaughtered others to create room
For colonies of workers the foe would bleed
And time doesn't forgive, nor does it forget
The world isn't a story one man tells
The struggle to the death of two groups
Left a world broken, and in debt
But heroes still rose, people found hope
Even if in the end there was regret
For in the middle of the battle
There is much to distract
But to defeat a machine, one must act
When slavery and death are the normal
People with fire must stand up and fight
When hatred and slaughter continue
Then a liberator must rise to the task

Author note:

I've had a number of people ask me why do I fixate upon the Second World War.  Some of them also point out that I seem fascinated by the war between the Soviets and Nazi Germany.  The observations are perfectly accurate.  The reasons for my interest and fascination might surprise the reader.

The last global conflict, of at least 7 years of actions upon many continents was the Second World War. As such, the amount of historical documents, images, commentary and analysis is extreme, compared to any other mass conflict. I tend to have read so much about WW2 that on a daily basis I have new angles of interest for research. 

The research for one interested will find aspects of war plants, the seeds of future war crops to consume... various issues and ideas regarding the conflict never stop being valid, but even then, new information will modify the ideas and knowledge I have. The best historians of the era allow in depth consideration of the politics, of the purely military aspects of that conflict's history, or social history of the home front, all of these allow the reader or researcher to bear more fruit of the investigation harvest.



(Click to enlarge images)

I've also an interest in the specific area of conflict featuring Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union. This has existed since my earliest years, as, I was told growing up that the Soviets were America's enemy, and yet, it was America that had invaded and fought Russians on Russian soil and in WW2 the US and UK would not have won or would have won with worse results without the Soviet Union's participation in the conflict as an allied nation.

For me the most deeply intriguing issue with the conflict, was what happens when modern war is fought with the savage, nearly bestial, violence that few wars show in such stark detail. Fighting with clubs or sword, armor or shield, is violence, but tanks, flamethrowers, fighter planes, bombers, rockets, and more, with the same sort of abandon, is awe inducing from a standpoint of history, political ideologies, and a lack of concern for civility or honor in combat. To put it simply, the war between the USSR and Nazi Germany was so extreme, it allows a greater understanding of all wars, due to the clarity of motives, the large scale of battle and the extremes of bad behavior found in it.

Lastly, as an American I've regretted the fact that most people and theorists in the West, until the Cold War ended and the Berlin Wall fell, as well as in the recent present, look at the Soviets or Russians as being the present enemy with a purity of view. The reality is far more nuanced.

"For more than two decades the Jewish Bolshevik regime in Moscow had tried to set fire not merely to Germany but to all of Europe ... The Jewish Bolshevik rulers in Moscow have unswervingly undertaken to force their domination upon us and the other European nations and that is not merely spiritually, but also in terms of military power ... Now the time has come to confront the plot of the Anglo-Saxon Jewish war-mongers and the equally Jewish rulers of the Bolshevik centre in Moscow!" Adolf Hitler

"Comrades, Red Army and Red Navy men, commanders and political instructors, men and women guerrillas! The whole world is looking to you as a force capable of destroying the brigand hordes of German invaders. The enslaved peoples of Europe under the yoke of the German invaders are looking to you as their liberators. A great mission of liberation has fallen to your lot. Be worthy of this mission! The war you are waging is a war of liberation, a just war."  Joseph Stalin  



Facts

A clock's hands do not move more quickly
During the desperate performance of an act
When in pristine perfection
The tower could not foresee its ruin
The beauty of a rose is not diminished by the fact
That thorns grow upon the stem
The sound of song is still perfectly in tune
Despite the sorrow of the voice
The importance of a task
Is not made more difficult for the danger within
A meteor bringing our ultimate death
Is not brought more near
For her message delivered
It might be as simple as to flip a switch
To forestall our utter doom
Or to easily change the filter
From opaque to clear


 

Sorry

Please give me a chance to explain
My words were spoken in error
I've blown it once again
My mind wasn't there
I said things I didn't mean
I said what I wouldn't say
I was exhausted, and defeated
What came out of my mouth
I allowed you to be betrayed
By my words I failed


Thursday, June 17, 2021

The Haunting

Take small steps in the quiet of my heart's beat
Silently, those dark and secret sorrows scream
My flesh is cold, despite the heat of this day
I can't explain why I care as my spirit is slain
There is nothing anyone can do to free me now
Only by forgiving my ghosts, they'll leave now
So I do, while I'm broken, I am still able to hope
So I treat others better, knowing that I had a choice
Be free, fade from view, whisper to someone new
Tell yourself that you're ready and know the truth
These are my last words, I'm finished, all done
The past is over, the rest of my life is just begun


They Can't Change, But I Will

They'll never forgive me, they see me as nothing
They've seen me as a curse ever since my birth
I refuse their disgust towards me, and their lies
I am now ready, finally, to change everything
I'll forgive all the hatred that I see in their eyes
I've become aware that to them I am a stain
Their disgust towards me, treatment remains
But I can't allow this cancer
To keep burning, growing inside
Because if I do, it'd be the same
As if I would use cyanide


dedicated...

The Wyrm Exist

There so deep in the torrid bowels of the earth
Are the beasts, the masters of earth, the Wyrm
Sleeping to restore, the waking hunger relentless
They will have colonized every dark empty space
And are the rulers of the earth, but without a throne
They endure as an endless curse upon our existence
There in the lava domes, the deepest caves
The oxygen is limited, there is a heavy sulfur stench
They sleep silently, in privacy, in dark realms of stone
In open air and sky, they can lift, maneuver and fly
Their will is inexorable, with an immutable rage
To humanity's perilous destiny the Wyrm persist
Unwilling to stop, and until resistance has ended
They will be our foe, until all of the human kind dies



Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Love is Existence

There are people who believe in luck and chance
While others trust only in logic and circumstance
Some believe in God, spirits and the supernatural
I believe every one of those, with one twist
There is just one thing most of all
I believe you must love in order to exist
You must love in order to persist
Use love to resist life's toxic charms
And find love to avoid anger's harm
Love is all there is
Love is existence


Decisions

She didn't care, she didn't want to ask again
The situation was painful, her future unclear
Knowing that there was no hope on the horizon
Oh, anything was better than all that was near
The truth, she didn't want what she couldn't have
Aching in pain, just wanting a love that was real
She would be ready if or when the moment began
Even if it now felt surreal, knowing her choices
She accepted the truth, life was not guaranteed
But she said I'll love you even if you don't respond
Love me or not, I've refused to lie or to pretend
I am in love, so there's nothing else I can do
I want to only be with you, and that is truth
So she said I am preparing for a future dark
With only my feelings inside providing proof
Your turn to decide, and the decision is yours
I've already made my move, and spoke the truth
It is your move, and whatever move you take
I don't live with the regret of choices desired
But by the words and the moves never made


Wages of the Truth

Trapped inside a solid mental cage
Blinded by what is a foolish rage
As we scream and shake our fists
We will fade soon from existence
Our voices raised in bitter defiance
Distrusting both religion and science
We are prone to give in to despair
As we live here in the devil's lair
Words become lost in the empty din
Hope ignored by a darkness within
We listen but fail to hear
As the darkness draws near
Life produces desperate sounds
As all of our fears are captured
The force of  gravity pulls down
All of our questions are answered
As we become cast away from the truth
Then we realize there is no proof
We've been condemned for thoughts
In a world that madness wrought
We've been imprisoned by our own hand
In misery, selfishness and chance

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Steel

With coal for the fires
Molten iron for blades
With flesh for the labor
The sweat, always tired
Their blood was the wage
But they grew strong
They competed
Like no others
Because steel is our mother
Like all countries before it
America was forged
By miners and steel men
By child workers
Giving their bodies and youth
And dutiful powerful mothers
Who brought forth generations
Who labored for a living
The days are gone of such drive
Yet this day is still burning
Should the empire be fallen
We will remain alive
For our ancestors are calling
They are wise, knowing
Their voices tell us
Keep making steel
Keep pouring fire
Steel made us great
In times of decadent splendor
Desires fed, lust for pleasure
While the world chooses rage
Only steel will save you
Not sex, nor useless treasures
Pursue these at your own peril
For steel still rules the day



Dangerous

Like a massive serpent crawling through a narrow valley
The angles and turns conceal the massive size and power
In this case, she is dangerous, others cannot perceive why
Her form is mistaken for beauty, hiding fangs and venom
Her enemies don't know to flee, her instincts so uncanny
For fear of her abilities, the most dangerous will cower
Should they offer weakness or flee unguarded they'll die
But with a word or look, the potential prey feel welcome
She is the singular example of a lover, a noble, and killer

“To the unspoiled, even a snake bite is a loving kiss. But to
the spoiled even a loving kiss is a snake bite.”  Mikhail Naimy

Spurned

Fate and destiny are fake, I think you'd agree
As I must close my eyes to sorry reality
If I see you kiss her lips and be together
It will burn holes in me, twist the dagger
But I wish you nothing but a great life
Even if I'm alone, I hope you prosper
If wounded, I still wish nothing improper
Because love isn't always returned
Love has no equation, or formula
And I know I might well be spurned
That means nothing, even with strife
It doesn't mean I wish you anything bad
If it means you are happy, even if I'm sad
But I know there is sorrow and heartbreak
That's the toll of emotion, and life