Saved for a purpose

A lifetime was spent dreaming of a different existence
I was tossed in the abyss, then fate watched me burn
I should have immediately given up hope and reason
But something in me burns like fire, and persistence
There is a hope beyond hope for the messiah's return
Despite my crude origins and being dealt with treason
Betrayal means nothing, if you have those you trust
The lifetime spent dreaming is meaningless
By having had hope that remains, lingers inside
And I still have that hope inside me, like wings
To lift me from the abyss and I was thrown a rope
Yes, all lives have meaning, all lives have worth
Saved for a reason, given grace, saved for a purpose
And still, however hot are the fires of the abyss
I will fight and survive, inside me is a resistance
I'll climb from the depths, to see the clear sky

Raison d'Etre

What remains of a purpose, when our life has been lived and is soon over
Do we live for completion of our tasks, do we create the future for others
Why persevere, if the task is impossible to achieve, and we get no closure
Do our goals make a purpose honorable, by labors we become brothers
I stand before the chasm, our marker between life and death, and I smile
This is all that we've been promised, I can't escape it by strategy or guile
The end becomes our only means to achieve what we've built and find

"And nothing's sweeter than the fruit of one's own labors” Nikolai Gogol

No true antitode for life

The antidote for toxins is an eventual poison for our being, death
There is no solution, no cure for this existence coming to the end
Other than our own satisfaction in living or acceptance of this life
We've no awareness of the greater picture, or fragility of our flesh
If life here is precious, it's common on earth and yet nowhere else
We haven't the perspective to appreciate the miracle of our design
But life endures, in the madness of human flaws, and our nature
We must overcome the need to be violent, and honor our creator

The Unknown Consequences

When the Gulf Stream is no longer pulled northward
By action of dynamism between warm and cold water
European weather will no longer be pleasant or warm
And those who have called out the notice, warnings
Made silent, forced to be without a voice, watching
The climate is changing, in more than temperatures
Warming and Greenhouse gases might well happen
But there are as many consequences still unforeseen
And it is the unknowns that will kill us, change us
We'll see temperatures boil upon the equator lands
And the Arctic and Antarctic will again grow ice
But beyond the obvious, the unknown is waiting
We can't plan for issues that we can't know exist
All the while, there are sides that keep debating
Endlessly asking to know what we cannot know
And for some it is to delay government action
While for others it is to prove their point

SOURCE

The First Martian

With our Earth at war, a last chance to dream
In a craft, fading from earth's view behind me
Retro rockets pushing the space probe aloft
My future sealed, as first man to visit Mars
Planet Earth is no longer seen, cascading
Future unknown, my life is not my own
Pray everything works well, landing soft
I hold my breath, beats held in my heart
The red sky is dark and universe fading
I plant a flag for all humanity, I know
Earth might not exist to get my message
That we've become a spacefaring race
On a planet named for a God of War
All is quiet, all is calm, and peaceful
Let the planet Earth be so blessed

“I don't know what lies ahead, but I want to
keep going forever” Fuyumi Soryo (惣領 冬実)

Beautiful Soul, Saint Agnes

She said no she couldn't marry, for she was married to the Christ
So then people grabbed upon her and removed her flowing robe
For she must be mad to be so self righteous or perhaps foolish
To say she was Christ's alone was idolatry, she wasn't his equal
Thereupon the crowd exposed her flesh, to steal from her dignity
Then spent her days in a brothel to be used, like others will be
By a punishment she might learn to be humble, know her place
Saint Agnes was not a fool, she was not mad, only devoted
And the world has been forever mad, to think none can be
In a world of madness, what would saints need to believe

Mourning without Shame

Excitedly run to the phone with news you would be interested in
Only to place the phone back down, begin to cry, stillness within
The tears fall without shame, you've been gone for 10 years now
But I still feel you are here, in my heart, and speaking to me still
I miss you more than I can ever express and I'm broken somehow
What remains, when the one you loved, allows you to be fulfilled
Passes beyond your reach, and life doesn't feel the same, without
So I'm mourning and there is no shame, grieving can't be tamed
10 years gone, still, I mourn your loss, I mourn your absence
The only things I have are those you gave to me, with love

10 years gone...

Purpose

The myriad of reasons and menageries of viewpoints
This world can be seen through the prism of existence
I view the world as one where all may thrive, or hope
Reasons for our labors are endless, but have purpose
Stare into a reflection, the mirror that's been cracked
I refuse fate and beg destiny, and revel in my freewill
Life is not a logic problem nor born of simple chance
I prefer a life of worthiness, not one of circumstance
To live an open life, without having secrets to keep
I'd rather be crushed, hated for a truth of my being
Than to ever be loved for a false perception of me
And the false appreciation of my ability to dream
I live among my nightmares and I refuse to sleep

“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us;
it is a gift" Dante Alighieri

Legacies and Destinies

Legacies happen for good or ill, but destiny must be forged
Fate is a lie, as if  we're not responsible for our course
Each choice has consequence, nothing is determined
Focus the mind, find your way, bear all burdens
Choices have a power to determine the future
Results depend on effort, an end isn't certain
The world doesn't ask you for permission
But it goes on, it still spins and turns
Life demands our participation
With hope, existence burns

Asylum

Existence is madness, my rotting flesh serves as an asylum
To go insane in this darkness, with much to beguile within
My eyes went blind, seeing the emptiness, seeing the loss
But my flesh turned gray, in decay, my life paying the cost
I've somehow kept upon the journey, death my destination
A heart withers in a world's anger, it desires my castration
I promise that there's more to life than the single existence
And it can be found, but only with a perfect persistence

“I became insane, with long intervals
of horrible sanity.”   Edgar Allan Poe

Absence

Sweetest ecstasy is found in your lips, the thought of makes me twist
But that's been forbidden from me, I'm broken, I miss your presence
I've walked alone since you left, I'm thirsty and hunger for your kiss
I know that the world is unkind, repulsive, and desires my absence
In your presence I find comfort, and hope, but away I am dismissed
You're the sole reason I long to exist, every moment away is torment

Stare as Everything Burns

The flesh will answer all of the questions of life
With a cancer, the pain, and refusing to survive
Soon enough we all fade and will never return
The world changes and all of our dreams burn
Existence doesn't matter as everything shatters
Our is path lost amidst self hating and disaster
We've only chains and our unfulfilled dreams
In a desert of love with the sound of screams
As the storm wind echoes and calls our name
Live for the present and be forever untamed

“At best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend
people wherever you go.”                   墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师

To Love

To love and to then be loved
To have dreams and be dreamed of
To live with wants not only needs
To be given enough, even dreams
In reality I'm a wealthy man
You've given me all these things
You make me happy
You allow me to dream

No, You Failed

I called to you in the midst of a personal trial
You answered me with a form of purest denial
In great bleeding, breaking, time and torment
Under your thumb as you watch for a moment
Soon as you could attack, put a dagger in my back
You'd wanted me to beg, but that's a skill I lack
You wanted my servility, to give you pleasure
You treated me hostilely, I failed by your measure
You mistook kindness for weakness, so I'll leave
Your world will be empty, you just can't believe
Your heart is a black hole of sorrow and cold
Plague of sorrows, cloaks your heart in shadow
But there's never enough light in this world
To brighten your vision, your retinas burned
From the hate inside you and all of the shame
You'd steal one's birthright and their name
So no, you've failed, a lesson you learned

A Dream or Nightmare?

There is a horror, one of having a dream, but living a nightmare
If I do surrender, I'll neither be alive nor dead, can't even hope
The world is painted fully colored, but my life depicted in gray
My corpse will be that color, and then again, I really don't care
Mine are the dreams of a man with nothing, it makes me choke
I've lived my life, my life is fleeting, so is my desire to remain
It is fleeting, so let me live and be allowed real dreaming

I Don't Know

Did I know you in the beginning of time
The truth is, yes, I did hear your voice,
Existence is loud, vanity and modernity
I have asked, how does one really know
What is it to live and meaning of life?
I don't know really, how do I know truth
If I don't know, how do I know salvation
I need to know, all the depths of eternity
I need to know, the reason for loving me
God exists, I think he does, so I wonder
Why wonder, if I've found redemption
With so much more to know, waiting
Everything is out of reach, to discover
I must wait until I can find it, again
As I found then, in the beginning for me
I knew, when I was still wet from birth

Not for anything I can do

Everything I do kills me, if a little, all I am will fail
All I do leads me to death, trapped in a prison of flesh
My life has been a sacrifice, bled until I've turned pale
My being broken by every single path that I've chosen
Wounded and bleeding, I give a prayer as yet unspoken
As the world surrounding me, the sharks smell blood
I can barely offer a defense, against their total flood
I've caused the walls to break, along with my heart
My being has been enslaved to the pleasures it craves
All things lead me astray, leaving my body scarred
My flesh is temporary, my spirit can be released
Even then, I've waged a losing war against sin
If I can find any forgiveness, in the body pierced
His blood can buy my release from the chains
Chains that I've placed myself in

Fresh Water

A mottled gray fox drinks water from an overflowing pool
The river was frozen, now it is freshly and quickly melting
Spring's thaw flooding the river banks, washes across fields
In the midst of sip, the fox looks up and notices something
The scent caught upon wind is of death, a corpse from Fall
The body is carrion, now bloated, grey, exposed by thaw
It will feed worms or scavengers, the cycle is complete
But the fox is just grateful for such cool water to drink
Moving along before those attracted to the dead come

Shhhh

The asylum's walls are moving in, there's no shame
When that damned bottle is empty, despair remains
I'll not have that emptied liquor bottle's company
And trust me I surely know, I'll no longer be sane
Closing my eyes, a cold rain falls, in steady waves
As I remember her words, try to forget her name
All life has a rhythm, time ongoing, in perpetuity
My nightmares linger, I've no hope for dreams
I toss around in my bed, my mind refuses to sleep
My issues come from anxiety, I'm not a machine
I know I'll break and my secrets no longer keep
Despair has one whisper that everyone knows
When it whispers constantly, all fears grow

“I have hardly anything in common with
myself and should stand very quietly in
a corner, content that I can breathe.” 
                                              

                                             Franz Kafka

Ascendance

Consider our future and universe, from somnolence torn
Life begins with pains of birth, the wails of newborns 

A dichotomy between joy and pain, marking creation
With a vast potential for joy or emotional starvation
Fate forces us to accept consequences of choices
We shall gaze into emptiness, devoid of voices
And rise according to destiny, to build legacies
Perfectly made, in the image of the divine
There we find the roots of our divinity
There we find our ascendance

The Harvest Begins

It has been a long winter, and it hasn't even begun
My flesh is frozen blue, solid through, frigid inside
I hear them coming, imminently, wish I could run
Watching as the wolves approach, but I can't move
I'm very willing to pass from view, ready to die
If you find my corpse, celebrate, my time is done
All existence functions through the perfect circle
All things that live also die, and the world turns

Terminus Reveals Oblivion

The void beckons all to come, now emptied of dream
In the sleep is madness, while desire comes to entropy
Beauty becomes horror, fear and the abyss are waiting
Longing for terminus, the end offers suffering, silence
Reaching for darkness, the smoke of the fires of fear
Is the cloak our flesh wears, found in complete oblivion

The Desert of Time

The days pass like sand through fingers, a desert of time
As my memories burn with lost love and the revelations
A man of sorrow, lives are spent without our permission
The dream of tomorrow lost in nightmares of starvation
Desert winds remove sharp edges, soften a human form
We will lose our way, in the haboob, black and swirling

A Burning World

In a burning world, this gray flesh begins to char
In this changing planet, all love becomes scarred
If condemned to die unloved, it'll break my heart
The world afire, our collapse is near, who are we
To think that we've come this far but lost reality
We are the fallen, unchosen, and forever broken
And whatever we choose to do, it is not enough
For all our flesh and concrete will turn to dust

Called

Watching the winds of a storm, that can bring down walls
But they won't if they're built carefully and aim to stand
They must remain upright and ready to answer the call
Even if we're unable to perceive all dangers and threat
We must be prepared to fight, being aware and vigilant
The world might want our failure or hunger for our fall
But if we've honor, we must rise, defend the innocent
Let us raise the banner, upon the wall we'll take our place
Ready for the worst attacks, fire's smoke we'll taste
And fight for all we stand for, all we love, all we adore

The Vintage

If life has boundaries, know they aren't enforced
We'll often think that the truth is possible to find
 But we are without an objective or seeking mind
Our being will desire love, trust, feeling of worth
The journey will seem endless, no joy, only curse
With nothing left now, we've nothing left inside
Our years are a lost vintage of the finest wine
Memory fades, we are restored with new birth
The cycle renews, begins again, a cycle divine
The vineyard's vines spring to life once again

The cycle is perfect, our journey remains
Every vintage has purpose, a taste so fine

The Truth

Your is beauty outrageous, undeniable, incomparable, new
The spirit within you is glorious, invincible and wholly true
Don't wonder why you've moved me, just know that you do

The Future Path

I was only able to survive, by your love, by your grace
Gazing into the sky, wondering if or when you'll return
I call into the echoes, my voice lost in eternity's waves
Humans shiver, cold from birth, while the world burns
Both the children of hunger and the children of greed
We are trapped by desire, forced to fulfill our needs

As I watched it burn

Hunger unleashed, I would devour everything
My dreams surreal, but the death had no sting
Presented for full consumption, I was nothing
My flesh made as a buffet, lost in the mystery
There's nothing left inside, I'm torn in misery
My mind lost imagination, blinded to inquiry
My heart's sorrows were endless, deepening
Prayed for release, I was burning my history
And live or die, I refused to choose between
Madness and disaster, life chose madness

Farewell

The first voice of love I heard, still echoes in a mind's eye
The photograph, black and white, wrinkled at the edges
I long to remember, without my heart breaking, and I try
Your presence in my heart will never pass, like a treasure
Does it matter if I stopped living, without you I've died
I miss your words, only voice of support of my endeavors
You are still alive in my mind, even in dreams, you're there
Ten years and counting, when will I ever breathe again
Pain of loss remains, but I don't speak of it or share
I know that you're the only one who'd care

I recall being loved, once

To then taste her lips
After so long waiting
And to touch her heart
After the many delays
I've longed solely
For her touch
Spent my life adrift
Anticipating her love
Oh she is my only goal
Her love is my sole desire
This love for her
Leaves my heart afire
In the heat of bodies
Closing, then together
There's a feeling there
One of a glorious forever
And when we finally kiss
I'll be freed from this life
And all that it costs
Lost in her eyes
I am aware
There's no reason
To ever be afraid
As long as she'll remain
I'll never be scared again
I recall when she loved me
But I haven't yet even met her

“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.” William Faulkner

Ms Parks

On this day Rosa Parks said No, I will not move
Her action triggered a series of acts of resistance
Which led to society being able to see, a great task
To stop the silence, to end the chosen ignorance
Towards those in a country based upon freedom
Former slaves 100 years later and not being free

Descent

While plummeting to earth, my body achieved exhilaration
In the speed of the fall and awareness of the coming impact
The crash into the surface of the planet left my flesh broken
Intoxicated by release, the euphoric realization of my fall
I reached final descent, without fear or any pain, only joy
For in descent I was allowed that my spirit would escape
Into the flow, at last I've entered, the eternal stream

Damn Voice Inside My Head

I heard you the first time, I really did, but wouldn't do what you'd do
You're full of facts, ideas and opinions, all wrong but you don't know
I smile at, eat all your insults, waiting until you're done, yes it's true
There's almost nothing I wouldn't do to just be done, about to blow
But I have to wake up tomorrow, and look in the mirror, seeing you
Staring at me, the emptiness obvious, in an ignorant afterglow

Eyes

My finger just tapped the button, made sure to delete
She whispered sweetly, we're not alone, so be discreet
I turned in a vapid horror, and I said, You make me sick
Don't you know, her face changed seven tones to hate
A hand struck me with a countenance of hatred, thick
She made sure to take from me, everything, to retaliate
And I meant to only leave her be, and for me to dream
Meaning for her to disappear into ethers, enter the hive
My flesh dying, without notice or mention, I'll survive
Because there's more than you might see with your eyes

While sitting in your chem tank, growing

With a manic energy, cruel beauty, comedic timing
Brilliant mind, acerbic wit, existing until your death
A world can't be forced to obey, as a clock chiming
You need to breathe, you are forced to draw breath
If an expectation, remember you're a sort of machine
An organic machine, designed to be able to dream
Life has costs, you'll move until all function is gone
You have cogs and gears, a mind made to think
What's left but be replaced as our time is done
But before you leave, try to perceive
Be more than just content
Life has joys and pains, a life to weave
There's more to do than to simply be
We are created to be more than present

Ravaged by a Hunger

I walked a continent in search of you, I couldn't find the truth
A life spent upon misery, solved every pointless mystery
Condemned and cursed, I saw myself lost upon planet earth
A being tossed by winds, and whims and capricious nature
What does it matter I'm gone, no one who lives, lives long
My flesh, like all other, decays, turns pale, lifeless, gray
Nothing to worry about, life is filled with belief, not doubt
I am ravaged by hunger, my mind is burning in the horror
That there's nothing inside, hollowed, emptied, I'm cyanide
I know the truth of my being, I've nothing to give to you
Of all facts and the truth, nothing more and nothing less

The Disciple

Long ago I was called to serve God's son
I bore the burden, witnessed for the Lord
I was never a saint, I just spread the word
My journey was not easy, but it had begun
I refused to be silent and ignored the scorn
I dusted off my sandals and went forward
And spread the message of the Holy One
Be strong comrades, bear his holy sword
Be aware of temptation and being lured
The journey is long, don't be overcome

Don't Conform

We're told that our minds are weak, I ask are we really?
Consider that the ones with power want our conformity
Wanting their slaves to be weak, obedient and uncertain
Maybe they'll tell us a lie that they want us to believe
In order to get us to stop thinking or stop dreaming
They want our soul, I never accept what they offer free
They want our life lived, to be boring, not dramatic
Everyone in the world wants to have their sovereignty
If you refuse to question authority, you'll never have it

Vacuum

Screaming into the void I fall, existence no longer calls
An empty darkness persists as my will no longer resists
Nothing can endure forever, drawing breath in aethers

The Grace and Art of Human Ascent

We endeavored with purpose, calmly creating our habitat
For some, they build, but only within the edges of nature
Others find they must create wonders that supersede limits
We're aware that our place in the universe requires ascent
How we achieve it, how we rise will reveal our excellence

“The character of the architectural forms and spaces which all people
habitually encounter are powerful agencies in determining the nature
of their thoughts, their emotions and their actions, however unconscious
of this they may be."                                                        Hugh Ferriss

The Heights

If the truth of all existence is decay and entropy
This world must try much harder to rise above
For if everything faces death, life is a moment
If we find the true path to ascend, life is forever
Destiny is now as we strive to reach the heights

Remembering The Dragon Wars

The legacy gift from our parents wasn't our lands, our wealth, or titles
Our children exist and thrive, we all endure due to our parents's efforts
To fight for a future, for our tribe, for we were allowed greater survival
We thank and welcome their memory, lift thanks to the sacred shadows
We will watch and wait for a return of dragonkind, alert to their arrival
But we will be ready, as it is our sacred duty, to remember the echoes
Of the suffering and courage, their desperate time, in this war free idyll

Deny Fate

To be what others tell us, but we cannot, this is not justice
In the vagaries of the vulgarities of our pointless existence
Are moments of the symphony of excellence and of beauty
As we are architects or engineers, artists or poets of reality
Foundations built with hope upon stable bedrock of dreams
We create a legacy, deny all fate, and embrace our destiny
Our labors do not free us but they give our dreams form

“A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit.” Ezra Pound

Our Beckoning Destiny

Where in fields of our choosing, we build temples to reach the sky
Of our storied heights of ascendance, we'll no longer need ask why
The dreamscapes of the builders leave their mark upon the horizon
And the world is no longer quiet, where the schemes are enlivened
Who will we become, who stand on our stage, the drama is begun
Our destiny is alive, our struggles will end, obstacles overcome

“The fate of the architect is the strangest of all in this way. How
often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to
produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.”
                                                                                            
                                                                                            Goethe

This Dragon War Ongoing

So many lives have been given for others to survive, farewells made, in war
A campaign ongoing, with the slaughter beyond the mind's ability to take in
Courage is not limited to the humans, nor violence and hate of dragonkind
Wars are never polite, nor will species extinction be an equals compromise
The dragons filled the skies, bringing our death with their thunder and fires
We have chosen to endure, to survive the onslaught, to save our children
Now our most holy lands are held from our eyes, defended by their kind
We must prevail, for our survival or extinction is not for others to decide
The dragonkind knows, if we give in, our human future cannot be found
We shall fight, there's no choice, for if we fail, there are no tomorrows

Between Humans and Dragon Hordes

Between life and death, choice is one rarely freely made
As when the younger kingdoms awoke and began to rise
The powerful dragon lands, led by an ancient great wyrm
Realized very soon the humans would become dangerous
Centuries of their dominance over unorganized villages
Kept the human tribes weak, and fearful, paying tribute
Their late discovery of the forging of sword grade steel
And led to humans fashioning it to weapons and armor
Dragon claws and teeth, each sharp and deadly violent
And the Dragonkind were now equaled by the humans
Humans were far more numerous but now, held no fear

Called and Given his Sword

Few perceive the world as the expectant and royal
Not for being born well, nor for being fully loyal
The king offers ultimate honor, his kingship's destiny
The prince awaits a charge, his role no longer fantasy
A kingdom finds a sleeping peace, bound in majesty
To rule by noble blood, the king passed on his legacy
But the true test of kingship comes in the one thing
The king leads by serving others with his whole being

When Love Transforms

Taking steps into eternity's stream, we enter alive
As we then find our destiny, our inner self thrives
Being in love creates, lifts, unites, and awakens
Mystery of our species, the unknown transforms
The fragrant flower of being no longer forsaken
A dance of two to just one changes into one form
The flesh is moved, excited, but the soul ascends
Love moves all to be more in pure godsend

the madness of somnolence

To live in a state of anxiety, never sleeping, never dreaming
My life is made impossible with a third of my life unfufilled
Scorn for my mental illness, darkness my companion in life
Unable to keep your secrets, enjoy the regrets, and weeping
I am born in the forge of life, and fashioned by my free will
Sorrow unending and grieving slays my hope, I can't survive
Let this relentless pain end and let the slumber forever begin
Haunted by a knowledge that lingers inside, burning within
I beg to see the dream lands, and never wake again