All things end? Well for now maybe...

As of right now, my blog is upon Hiatus.

I'd rather write daily, but my doctor said years of writing 80 hours a week and sleeping less than 5 hours a night have led my body to the dreadful state it currently finds itself.

I'll be back in April.

Thank you for your support and readership.  Bless you for taking the time to read and reply on the social media where I post.

For now, please enjoy this richly beautiful and consequential song by Natalie Merchant. It is called Carnival and it reflects upon what we see, versus what is real, what we think, versus what actually is going on.  CARNIVAL

No Return

I don't know who made the mistake
Or even the who who caused my failure
So I'm guessing it was probably me
I've waited in stasis, released into the future
The world we spend existence, offers no true answers
Shuffling between our addictions, cholesterol, cancer
What's the point of lasting to that point of no return
We are made to choose, between freedom, or to burn
So if you would, if you can, forgive me please
I have to move on, and life is lasting so long
To go beyond, I have to heal what is wrong
So please release me from this jail cell, please
I can't suffer longer, my dreams are hell bent
And the end is not a blessing or hopeful event
It is simply terminus as a journey has a final end

An Avenging Lion Strikes

Millennia past, men still fought wars, battles, skirmishes
When the pharaoh Ramses the great marched to Kadesh
Riding in a chariot, fully armed, bow, arrows and lions
A fortified city marking the delineation between empires
His troops came on slowly in formations, with little worry
As the troops of Hittite Empire filled chariots, and charged
The slow moving Egyptian forces were stunned, and died
The Egyptian survivors fled, others gathered into small units
But when the Hittites found the Royal camp, and threatened
A great pharaoh, taught since youth to fire arrows precisely
Began to attack those who had ambushed his own forces
One by one, he made the Hittites pay, with death, disaster
Often when official records were made, the lies were prolific
But Ramses the great had acted in such a way, few wondered
The records understated the toll of his arrows, few questioned
Initial attacks took a toll that was beyond measure, but revenge
Revenge by Ramses and his royal vanguard slaughtered the foe
Leaving little question, who upon the battlefield was superior
Many wonder in the present if the truth was known
Ramses slaughtered an army, leaving Kadesh undefended

The Flood

I am swept along, as the waters of the flood flow
Lose track of my direction, my dreams and hope
Left alone, broken, with an unstopped blood flow
Rise above the surface, I fight just to take a breath
I can't survive long, but know the truth just grows
Let my spirit live, and let die my fetid fading flesh
Oh God let me go, let my being rise to see you
Oh God I am ready to live, finally, with my death

Today

You knew who I was, immediately, with precision
As you carefully placed me in my mother's womb
You called my mother to give her the horrible task
To carry a life she had no desire to create, wounded
I'm alive for a purpose, not a stain, God may I ask
Why is each victory, each legacy, poisoned by fears
Why does something new, hopeful lead to suffering
Made to carry me and to suffer from the birth pains
Why give her a burden, for so long, only for tears
I don't know all the answers, but I have no shame
I am willing to go forward, knowing I might fail
You are God and I am not, I thank you for the years
Because I was given a new family, 54 years later
And you gave me a brother, a mother, and sister
To let me know, I had family, redeemed by you
My one and only vindicator

Dedicated to my DNA family, Mother Donna, Brother Nate, & Sister Denise

The Loser

Trained to fight, trained to kill
I was one called on to win
But the Emperor said I was a loser
 I said Yes I am, I know I am
I did things my way, that's the play
They said if I lost again, that I'd be damned
I am, and still I live, and so here I'll stay
You made me a warrior for the ring
A gladiator who would fight and win
So crucify me, like you do your enemy
And be sure to do it painfully
Hang me from a tree, permanently
It does not matter what you do to me
No one lives forever, and some barely live
In the lives they are given
Do your worst, string me up, let me go
Take me, break me unfurl me like a banner
I'll bleed out my flesh, but not one word
Not even words you cannot forgive
Just dying, just knowing I'm gone
Everything someday shatters
Knowing there's nothing left
You might think my heart is cleft
The world will fade, and decay
Screaming with the blood splatter
Without a path forward, there's nothing
We've turned to dust
The burden was crushing
But now I am done
Je suis fini, fini
From this flesh
To never draw
Another breath
I am free

He is the guardian of the Bifröst bridge

The Bifröst is a great burning rainbow barrier
That separates the realms Midgard and Asgard
The bridge is carefully watched over, vigilantly
By sound and sight, carefully by god Heimdall
Who bears a great horn, to call the gods in alarm
While he carries and uses the frost brand sword
Hofund, which has a powerful magic about it
One blow, the enemy frozen, covered in frost
And when he sees the enemy approach, is ready
His perceptions of sound and sight and more
Are far beyond any human, and most every god
The bridge is vital, and he is heroic as a watcher
Should he fail, Asgard will become vulnerable
He serves all of Asgard, and refuses to fall
For however he serves in solitude
He prefers it to the chaos of defeat

My Angel

I never saw her without there being shine around her
I could never dream of her without my being saved
My being blinded by her beauty was an act of mercy
For I couldn't hear the truth in every thing she said
With my mind focused things that were not worthy
She spoke truth and light, made me want to be alive
After a lifetime filled of failing, wanting to be dead
She gave me reason to endure, reason to even thrive
I understood my purpose as more than some absurdity
So I'll rise to meet this day, even with all my pain
Because she showed me the path, I saw the way
The world tried to drown my vision with lies
But she saved me from being insane
The world wanted me dead
But she allowed me to live instead

Dedicated

Painting in Blood

I heard your ghost whispering in my ear
Telling me to use the knife, use violence
But I've been alive long enough to know
That my bleeding isn't going to change it
I've paid far too much for all of my years
For the willingness to listen, only silence
But you call for my blood to simply flow
Call on me to die, with my blood paint it
That I listen is my flaw, my error incarnate
I plan to endure more than flaw, than hate
I want the pain to be in me hundred fold
That I've so caused to exist in others
I want the devastation to show
How I've ignored my beloveds
How I've embraced my shame
How I've bled out and splattered
By my wrist slashed in shreds
Into the full length mirror shattered
I deserve worse, I've been a curse
And when I've died
No one will bear false witness
To the crimes I've confessed
I'll bleed, I'll bleed, and bleed
And the stain is permanent

“Energy and motion made visible – memories arrested in space” Jackson Pollock

Time Break

I heard it all
When time broke
Echoes of the screams
Sands escaping
Seconds lost
All flee the glass
Time shattered
No more reality
Sorrow grasps my throat
Nightmare replaces dream
Bright lit Apocalypse
Posted upon a marquee
I've lost my flesh
And all I'm made of
My breath
All I'm afraid of
And the walls fell
The great collapse
Nothing left
To live for
To fight over
But killing
And for the sake of it
Tasked to be the last
We've run out of life
We've run out of time
And there's no shame
Great enough to cover
All that we have done
To our home and kind
To our beliefs
And our minds

Scott never learned

I was born wet from birth, with the curse of the original sin
We are all imperfect, hurting, wrapped in a fire of violence
There the cowardly bullies of my past had tried to hurt me
They'd no idea, they made me, with that pain used to control
They hit me, slapped me, called me an idiot, or a f*ckhead
With every punch, hardening my skin, forged it into steel
They wanted my heart, to turn it into something very dirty
They'd wanted my obedience, especially my obeisance
Wanting me to be someone bleeding, and pleading
Blacking out my soul with pain, torment and torture
They'd tried to replace my freedom to be, to believe
In retrospect, long ago in the past I see their lives
Imprisoned in their mind, or stone cold dead
I can't laugh at them, we're all made of flesh
Born imperfect, screaming for breath
I refused the demands, to be filled with a rage
Let their anger burn them out, alive in a fire
But will they ever change...
Hey Scott, ever quit those nasty habits?
Ever feel remorse for killing the kittens?
Did you ever graduate from a school?
Have you learned a trade in prison
Will you ever see freedom
After the drugs you sold
Killed an innocent
In an intentional overdose

greed's cost

It began knowing with our world inevitably doomed
We began to see corpses laid out, displayed in every room
Flesh gardens, orgies of death, this at last was our tomb
We should've known, we should at least had been aware
But we saw the earth as a room for secret erotic pleasure
Instead of a place of consequences, cost of illegal acts
Here was a great God's lair, boxes and piles of treasure
Rather than be concerned by power, we made it our task
Leave the palace with every ounce of metals and arts
Quietly, embracing that we were the thieves in the night
Soon the night dark was illuminated, the crowds grew
Someone violated their temple's secret rooms of gold
And for that act of desecration and vulgar theft
The thieves would be made to finally pay

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Who knows? The stars? The earth?

From the very farthest reach of light and sound
To the closest intrusion of discomfort and pain
A human body perceives in ways it doesn't know
Light waves go through it, do they leave scars
Quakes are measured waves through the ground
But do they affect us outside of falling and scale
A ball can be projected a distance with a throw
Does gravity yank it down, arrest how far it goes
Of course, there are many things we can't know
But the earth doesn't know how heart's weeping
Stars cannot perceive my mind's thought waves
Am I wrong again, or I'm ignorant about that too?
I don't know, but if they know that, I'll give up
I'll just wait for it to tell me what to actually do
It'll save a step, no one need worry that I'll fail

All Father

For you All Father, I am afire
You who who called my true name
Out from the blue, from amidst the mirk of combat
You said my name, without notice or sound
I surrendered to you, and am yours forever
my spirit wild, I never died, stolen by your maids
seeing that I never relinquished to humans
in the madness of mind, I answered your call
my heart and love made wild, I'm untamed
all how you made me, act of a creator's hand
due to you, I am yours, I am in your thrall
In sacred Asgard, I will drink your mead
In holy Valhalla, dine with my lost kin
And then when called, we'll serve our lord
Fighting the armies of giants and trolls
Until Yggdrasil burns down
Until over, Earth, renewed
By your thought and word

To my Viking kindred
To my brother and sister
And all who left before me

I am broken

Broken into pieces, quartered by the blade of living
The pain blocks thoughts from rising, and forgiving
My life was spent on held grudges, false promises
And I have but nothing, due to hate's accomplices
I've lost all memories, and I am forever now lost
Hanging from a gallows, without the rope
Futures merges together with ruined past
Forgive me, please oh my God
For no longer having hope

The Returned Liberator

When was here before, he freed the slaves, broke the chains
But he is now off planet, kept alive, in a tomb of glass
Entombed, in a megalithic structure of polished gemstones
A king lay sleeping, as guardians of stone prepare his return
His will was never to conquer, only love, bring about unity
Taking the liberated with him, leaving behind the former masters
He is flesh, despite sleeping for millennia, rather than bones
His sword bears the fire of truth, the words that truly burn
The planet orbited now stands still, unaware of the eulogy
As they bow and accept, begging for forgiveness and calm
They were given a time by which to acquiesce, and failed
Yes the planet dies, now comes new dawn, justice prevail

Life's Dangers

If the claws and teeth can't penetrate this armor
Simple words of hate pierce and make me bleed
My heart is a fountain, holding a soul and blood
Yet in another world, I'd be master of the flood
But, on my own planet, I am a flesh bound fool
And all I am spills forth, with no end, teaming

“Humilié par la vie, qui l'un après l'autre avait soufflé ses rêves,
Don Ruggero mettait la démence entre sa défaite et lui.”
                                                                Marguerite Yourcenar

Life isn't Perfect

If we are all born innocent, how is it we become different
What is it about our nature that leads to violence and hate
If we're born perfect, why do we live and die in a regret
What's our purpose, how can we ever avoid a same fate
Life begins with hope and life requires great courage
It might be hard to remember, we face trials, we fail
No one is perfect, so let us all allow a hope to prevail
Forgiving others always as they forgive us as well
Life is not perfect, but the creator is, and has been
So we must trust that there is more than we see
If blinded to much, we must trust in belief

A Walk of Discovery

Walking in the tall grass, the weeds sway with the wind
I've no path, no map, nowhere I'm planning to go to see
The cold breeze leaves my flesh chilled, but I am moved
Nothing is perfect, I am blind to my own flaws, my sins
As I walk, beneath a rush of grasses that part like the sea
I see only beauty, this world so unspoiled, as if in youth
So why must we fade, age unto death, and enter forever?
All that matters, is that we the find one to do so, together
As our minds attend to the fear of death, I take one breath
Knowing there is more to know, and more than this flesh
I thank the eternal for the perspective, and the life to live
I thank the eternal for the chance to breathe, and forgive

One Who Has Always Loved Me Deeply

My constant companion, my greatest comfort
If my world is amiss, she'll be in my arms with love
When I am lost, can't find compassion or hope
She somehow knows, finds me, gives me love and more
My life wouldn't be worth a cent, without her near me
She has a name, it is Katya, Russian for little cat
I'd be lost without her, unwilling to move on
I have found love that burns in my core
Without her my life would be found in oblivion
But fortunately she loves me, she is my heart's desire
She loves me, inspires me, and doesn't keep score
I believe her love is from the hand of God
She heals me, comforts me, and redeems me
Even as my God grants me her love
He has seen to making me complete

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I surrendered to the pain so long ago
It became my only companion, and so
There is nothing you can do, to help
There is nothing you can do that hurts
All I have is within me, in flesh, in soul
As I stare into my own bottomless hole
I will die when I am called to do so
I won't shed one tear, I lose nothing
But more pain I cannot stop the flow
More tears when those I love all go
I lose nothing, there is nothing
But the pain held inside of me

I'd Rather Serve My King

Some say I should just give in, and let her swallow me whole
But I've nothing to offer, but my flesh, my bones, and my soul
I choose service, its not compelled, a sword is given, not taken
Now, I stand with my flesh exposed and every dream forsaken
For she chooses to demand, never ask, and I am left for dead
She prefers conquest over love, she'd own my being instead
I serve another, much greater indeed, and I am no slave
I will never leave my King, for he forgives and saves

The Blind and Cruel

Blind and old, looked upon as a fool
The world can't perceive kind from cruel
I saw the ending long before it had begun
Watching earth plunge headfirst into the sun
We starved the poor, used them as chattel
Worked our slaves in every industry of Hell
And now as we watch without any emotions
As paradise is dying, pollution replaced oceans
We can't breathe, and we are forced to stay
Survival is to find a way to enter cold space
And never look back upon the catastrophe
The one we ourselves created, willfully
If there is a chance, I can't see it
Blind eyes and broken mind
We've earned our punishment
To die on Earth without hope
Like all we condemned before us

Hymn of Blessing to Follow us

You whispered a hymn of blessing
As the rain poured upon you, gently
A baptism straight for the heavens
You were blessed, you blessed me
And the world and all professions
All called out your sacred name
They sought you, but not for fame
Instead for your spirit and flame
I bow in armor, raise my sword
As you send us with holy words
To go forward and speak of grace
To walk the planet, in your name
To share your great truth
To increase the faith

I am the King, King of the Idiots

You'd a distinctive voice, with beautiful eyes
I thought you were my soul's partner, it was lies
Grace and beautiful flesh, more than an angel
But you were different, a friend yet a stranger
Couldn't hide my heart, no matter how I tried
Saw through me, even if my tongue was tied
Now I wait to be released, if I beg you please
You were the one controlling the masquerade
The fool, thinking a mask mattered in the play
You knew me inside and out, I was ignorant
Waiting for someone who'd had no intentions
Knowing I was the king of idiots, forever it is
And now wearing the crown I am the king
Of the kingdom of fools, of me they sing
All praise me, fool of the world
All praise the king, of idiocy

The Wars of the Moment, are no different

Let there at last be Peace.

The Star Conflict

The sky cracked, as ships of unknown kinds arrived
Land and beings around the landing, barely survived
These beings of light, halos shimmering about them
We'd believed them angels, and nothing to doubt
When they spoke, the voices were not at all exalted
They shouted commands, demanding our surrender
Bearing bizarre powerful weapons, they assaulted us
I realized as I fled, how their beauty can deceive
I told all those around me to resist and not to believe
Before a victory was reached, many dead and dying
We would not surrender, we sent their remnant flying
If they returned, or did not, humans knew our home
We'd resist all invaders, Earth would be their tomb

The Audience Cheered Him

One man versus ten in combat, as odds would soon change
That one man was elite, elite in skills, in control of his rage
With every blow, the crowd roared, lusting for more blood
An audience for violence encouraged by their own emperor
For Rome was the owner of the world in which it had ruled
War and games of war, replayed how death came in floods
The gladiator raised a sword in victory, bowing in the end
But he'd be back next week, after a rest, to fight yet again
Audiences loved him, and did until he would die or retire
How long would he last? How intense was his inside fire?

The Gladiators by Jean-Léon Gérôme

I am Chained to the Floor

To say I am sorry, I was wrong, is an echo that goes on
Forever, going on and on, I never thought we'd be done
The path has been confused, going one way and another
I was blinded by my fear, blinded by my lack of empathy
Blinded by your cold reply, to my apologies and elegies
You called me a child, barely old enough to leave mother
I'd been made older than all of my years, from an abuse
You aren't the one, nor is anyone, I was victim of being
Others saw a world in color, seeing skies or trees, not me
This pain I'm in never leaves, the pain I'm in is unending
Some might believe that I embraced these chains, but no
I can't escape their expectations, never allowed to grow
Forgive me, I can't change, but I've been one to dream
But if able, I'll escape, by closing my eyes, and sleep
That is the one and only domain where I'm able to fly
The only place I can go, where I'm able to thrive
Maybe you can find me there, and we can do
All the things that life never let us do

Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.  Elie Wiesel

Paradise Ended

The stench and decay, the dreams that fade away
The world of this day, is a nightmare, and a stain
A path of no return, grudges held and angers burn
What to do to escape, embrace destiny, deny fate
There is nothing inside us, forcing us to discern
So we wander in the empty waste, and surrender
For our way is lost, and our future forsaken
The dead are gathered, stacked like fire wood
Our hopes have all been abandoned, mistaken
Starving for affection, emotion, or a cure
From the poison of wormwood, and malaise
The stakes of existence have been raised

Looking at a Fool in my broken mirror

To hear her tell it, I was the fool,
As if I was believing everything
But in my mind, I knew she was cruel
She was acting to shatter my dreams
I'd no chance, against such a master
Left a deer in the headlights, dazed
I couldn't avoid impact, love left me insane
Living with consequences, answer the question
Of why, who, when, a non religious confession
Beautiful, coy, glib, able to say what she needed
It was worth it to love her, at the moment
I was bled white, pale after the bleeding
I'd one moment in her esteem, perhaps enough
Even if it was one sided, all the data is deleting
My side was still filled with a love
Farewell flame, passion burnt my endurance
Nothing left, but memories of being generous
Being taken as a buffoon for being kind
You left me and left my insides emptied
And left me diseased in my mind
No longer gentle, nor generous
Unable to be happy inside
Until I am healed by another
But never by you
Never again by her

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Fulfilled at last

I waited so long for you to come and take me from this prison cell
Hours passed glacially slow, as my own company became my hell
The world outside, mocked me, taunted my being, for loving again
But I knew you'd come, I saw as you approached upon the horizon
My love was fulfilled, all dreams achieved, the joy distilled, at last

“I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen.” Walt Whitman

Waiting for you

I don't dance, I can't sing and I have nothing inside making me
Alive to that beat, to that sound, to the secret rhythms of being
I can hear and I can be moved in my heart, to that secret theme
The whisper of truth, a sharing of wisdom, the sound of dreams
Calling me, telling me the truth that life itself neglected to do
Sharing a message of hope, importance of love, and I love you
Speak my name, tell me I'm yours, and I will reveal truths new
It isn't my call, I am waiting for a moment that might not come
It is in you to free me, to let me be restored and finally renewed
I am waiting, patiently, waiting for that work in me to be done
And then, my heart will function again, to be knowing you

"We watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern." Oscar Wilde

With no Tomorrow

Straying from my path, lost for so, so long
All the way I've been losing my direction
In this world of pain and vile aggression
My dreams are to exist, be forgiven and live
But my dreams all fade, hope all but lost
In the moments when I fail in my anger
Suffering the emotional toll of life
From emotional starvation, lust, strife
I am no longer human, only a stranger
In a world filled with things I don't need
Deny vile things, loose my chains of sorrow
For I am alive, and my soul needs to live
An alien here, burning in the sins to forgive
Hurt is ongoing, with no way of my own
I must make this my destination end
Find my forever home, never alone again

taunted by demons

I swore against the demons who haunt me
They laughed in derision, upon my failure
My heart broke, knowing no one wants me
But the legion of evil devouring my future
For they knew my flaws, and taunted me
I realized I'd need to die, burn my eyes
Before a future could become made clear
A world that imagination composed in fear
But I remembered, fear is to not trust in him
My creator, one who created every horizon
The one who created me, and everything
I was aware now and feared no longer
And as an angelic choir sang hymns
I was content to wait, for forever

Born Unequal

Flowing through the opening in the power of the flood waters
He screamed his fears and displeasure, the wet and brutal cold
We heard him, for a first time, placed in her arms, as if an altar
His world was new, wet from birth, we knew he was pure gold
For it was in him that the world could trust, in pure innocence
He was dealing with a shock of life, the power of an entrance
In 30 turns of the sun, he'd be the most influential man of time
Another was born, with no noise, the pain silenced by sorrow
He knew he didn't belong, nor did he deserve new tomorrows
Count the blessings, they're not equally spread in the species
One is born rich, one poor as dirt, one wounded, one pleased
One might argue not give up but, we've no choice really

"Beware of him who hates the laugh of a child.” Henry Ward Beecher

Dust and Purpose

I've wondered upon the things that matter
In great depths of the oceans of all thought
But I am left with questions, no answers
Why do we exist, why should we bother
With lives broken, when dreams shatter
If life's joys are smothered, a path wrought
Every reason for existence deserves erasure
Our path is closed to our forward progress
Unless we make a choice to be able to trust
To accept promises, hopes, and a purpose
Otherwise existence is nothing, only dust

A Vagabond of the Galaxy

A vagabond, I was lost to the far horizon
A citizen of Babylon, I fell into oblivion
Hungers of a society, filled with anxiety
There's nothing inside that will free you
With nothing to say that is actually new
Here I stand alone, with no companions
Come now, my father has a great mansion
With more rooms than one might count
And more arrive with just a thought

Survivors Rise

My thinking brain is made of circuits and wires
My flesh made of stainless steel and rubber joints
Made by the scientists and makers of modernity
All the while, our natural world burns in a fire
The world we love and born in, losing its voice
Killing ourselves, nothing more, nothing less
All are made of steel, metallic enforced diversity
Give our species hope and love, not conformity
Only those who challenge the crowd, progress
Only those who speak when told to be silent
They must raise awareness, break the quiet
Symbolically tossing the survivors a rope
Allowing a humanity to rise, again
Speaking to all of our true problems
Offering solutions and hope

Love is Truth

My parents thought I should cancel the event
Saying that I'd never be good enough for you
Well truly, I wasn't, but if all I had was love
And you'd thought my love is true, you knew
The future would work, somehow, someway
So why worry about people who don't know
Thinking the future requires money or plans
When what a couple needs is love and hope
And to share the dream of a life together
Sharing the vision of a life in the forever

WHY

I asked God why he would ever choose me
From all those who are more kind or loving
I never heard back from him but I dreamed
Seeing all those who refused pain, or belief
A list of those who blamed him for the loss
I shook my head, our species is so ignorant
We blame others, for self induced failures
Knowing and rejecting all of the final costs
We are doomed from the moment we cry
With the one word, never receiving answers
Why
So I accepted the grace, and then prayed
That my questions would find answers
That someday I'd be rid of cancer
And ascend beyond this plane

A Prayer

This journey is long and the path is narrow
A matter of time if the light burns shadows
Can see now even though I've become blind
The change I need shall come in my insides
My dying flesh will pass, my legacies fade
Strength can't last, but my spirit's not tamed
I've nothing to offer, but to kneel at an altar
Ready to follow you, ready for journey's end
I'm ready to serve you in earth and Heaven

TIMUR the LAME's CALCULATED ACT

The ancient world was unsettled, violent
Some lived to kill, others killed to live
Timur the Lame made a practice of war
Conquering lesser tribes, killed them all
When finished, his armies made a display
A pyramid of skulls, the crows gathered
And anyone seeing the monument knew
The conqueror had come, left it emptied
The horror was enough to be a warning
Timur the Lame would be remembered
A signature act, calculated to create fear

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This Life's Lesson

I longed for a way to tell all of the people I love
How deeply it was planted, seed turned blossom
The harvest of such love, was bountiful and full
I never understood the equation, but it isn't logic
My flesh will die and my memories will all fade
I'm aware that there is more, more than enough
My mind had always searched for reasons to fail
My heart had always held grudges, my narcotic
Life isn't easy, I saw myself as a stain, but now
I can see the returns, as my flesh burns, I'm loved

Lost to the Present

We all speak without sound, without our voice
As sacred shadows now, never had a choice
Our lives wasted like poured out spilled wine
We entered battle ready, now we echo in time
Warriors know, leaders do not know the cost
Our beings fade, decay, we will soon be lost

From now until ever

I know that life offers nothing, but to live and die
To breathe and exhale, to eat and drink and sleep
In the moment I saw you, I was confused by fate
How could've I have known what you'd become
I know now that I was blessed, given hope and life
Your love healed me, through the sorrow, and pain
Your care allowed me to endure, to thrive, to live
From that moment, to the end of time, I am yours
Nothing more that matters, than what I received
In you I love, in you I forgive, in you I will endure
For what you gave me was proof, of a love so pure

A Different Narrative

I have hope, where once I had nothing
I've dreams, where I used to be awake
I endure but this world isn't the reason
I have love, from many different souls
My life worthy, yet it'd been forsaken
My future is unwritten, I've no control
I will wait upon the promise, of hope

Too Exhausted to Answer the Call

The flesh, chosen for punishment, the soul, emptied of redemption
The hope, unspoken, forsaken, my life is waiting for my ascension
Existence calls me but I'm deaf, screams of the living, take a breath
I've nothing to offer but the sorrow of this being, I've nothing left
So I'm ready to leave, I believe, yet the flesh is worn and weary

50,000 Dead and Lost in the Desert winds

In the Sahara desert, an army was sent by a conqueror, an angry man
It was lost in a seemingly endless ocean of sand, in their eyes and lungs
It had become Hell upon planet Earth, all in the form of a dust storm
The eyes burned, each face and exposed flesh turned raw, the last stand
Who could survive, emptiness in every direction, all exposed to harm
No survivors of an army of legend, the Sahara was a dangerous land
None should go into the waste, danger was immense, oracles warned
Their last words unknown, fears and expressions of sorrow now lost
It isn't hard to imagine the disaster, nor the catastrophe's final cost
Lost in battle, lost in the storm, their loved ones would still mourn

"The Lost Army of Cambyses was, according to an ancient legend, a
formation of 50,000 Persian soldiers that disappeared in the Western
Desert of Egypt in 524 BC after becoming engulfed in a sandstorm.
They'd supposedly been sent by Cambyses II in order to subjugate
the Oracle of Amun at the Siwa Oasis. Around this time, Cambyses,
who'd succeeded Cyrus the Great as monarch, was leading the first
Achaemenid conquest of Egypt." From Wikipedia

The Persian Expedition is said to have been found... The Source