We've earned the ire

If I saw an alien ship land
I'd tell 'em to just go home
We've no intelligent life
And won't have it here
Our dreams are lies told
We are fools, and worse
We live in a dying biome
Killed by our own hands
We devote our resources
To killing our neighbors
And taking their homes
Devoting lives to pleasure
Devote our youth to wars
To take the other's treasure
For no other reason
Than for the bloodsport
We are entertained
By killing, by eating
By lust and violence
We're unkind and unwise
We are unworthy of contact
Unless the aliens come
For a very specific reason
To slaughter or enslave us
To kill us all, to conquer us
For we are a war like people
We'd have earned their ire
In that case, that alone
I'd bid them welcome
For we are ideally suited
For the kind of lives
That must then follow
Welcome, welcome
To our life in shadows

We must do better

With a chainsaw ripping, cutting through the forest
Ancient growth forests slain for worthless products
The world of man is not a world of wonder, I regret
For we have treated it like an abuser treats his wife
Without worries nor guilt, only how sharp the knife
We are creating a brown polluted planet, we plunder
But given a blue green paradise, alive with wonder
Our actions make us criminally liable, and selfish

My Turn

I saw you leave, without your goal being achieved
I saw you hunger for more, but you'd still believed
My life is alone now, after everything has passed
When I die, I'll ask the same questions
Is truth in any of our suffering, why must it last
Under six feet of the cold earth, will I sleep
If my flesh has been deceased, will my secrets keep
For I've been waiting for this moment, all my life
I knew it was coming, for it comes for us all
I didn't know that it was time for my fall
But as I wait for the final word
I see angels and I see birds

In the Night

There is quiet in the night, the world's gone silent
All the dreams of my past have come back to life
Dreaming once again, I'm to join the wild hunt
Days of failure and my dreams no longer denied
The moment of my ascension with joy abundant
I'll not be lost, my life celebrated, not abandoned
The wisps of cold breath cover the path
Oh, this white  dragon is sleeping
Breathing heavily in the mist
Without her usual wrath
Perhaps it is a sign
I will live despite my dreaming
I will reach my home in time
Destiny giving me a great kiss

The Dust Rises

Every step raises a cloud of dust on our world
Those particles of dust leave stains in my eyes
As this world crumbles and burns, full of lies
We've nothing left, even as the earth still turns
Spinning on an axis of sorrow, covered in dirt
With no hope, I've only dreams that I despise
As they make promises, that will never work
It ends, there's only hurt in my shattered mind
What matters in the end, is I don't need to rise
A flea, a gnat, so small compared to the maker
My flesh lives for 80 or fewer years, nothing
Compared to my creator, I am nothing
But I love for the reward of Elysium
I'll be given the reward of sleep, joy, hope
The dust around me as I leave
I will immediately turn into as well
It is nothing, no value, only delirium
And I shall never bow before dust
I will leave a world that first left me
With no desire to still stay
I've seen many museums
They all have value, but are dust
We all die in the end
In that I'm no different
But I have perfect trust
In the one who made me

Day Consumed By Night

In this ebb and the flow of light
Watch as a sun falls from view
Now comes darkness and murk
The gloaming now begins anew
We are witness to a birth of night
Yet, due to the constancy of it
It doesn't feel a transformation
As if its commonplace, to see
But viewing it from a distance
From off world or distant stars
It is nothing less than a miracle
To observe the everlasting cycle
Daylight is consumed in our sight
And then find the renewal of light

Unwanted

I had the taste in my mouth, of all that I've said, and all I've done
My days passed by quickly, they turned me into the old man I am
In moments, life changed from fool's errand, to something exalted
Then it changed again and looking backwards, I saw the future die
All the hateful words that flowed then, that I couldn't make unsaid
I lived a life with bitterness, knowing that I was always unwanted
And all I have now, is an empty shell of a body, wholly exhausted
But whatever my failings, my false words, I have always loved you
And looking back at my mistakes, leaves me broken and haunted
I am fallen,flesh dying and waiting for certain perdition
My spirit is undying, needing excision

Skeptics

To be called to witness against known truth
To live in a world that desires the falsehood
We prefer the lies that comfort our small mind
Demanding evidence then denying the proof
The emptiness inside, reality misunderstood
Existence unworthy of Earth's perfect design
To destroy our only planet, in a suicidal drive

Upon a Pyre

Lay every care upon the altar
Give away your pain and tears
Save the words and holy water
As sorrow fades in the years
Deny the decay and slaughter
Surrender your life and fears
For you will soon be free

My Nightmare

This dream would never end, I'd always keep seeking
To find one who loved my soul, who'd kept me whole
I'd never surrender to despair, stop me from dreaming
For there's one made for me, one who I long to behold
My tears have stopped falling, and destiny stop calling
Standing alone, solitude, my fate permanently imbued
Aware of my sins, unprepared for the wounds within
I wait for my life's end, and the Angel of Death to send
My soul to eternity's home, in finality

From the whispering motion of a butterfly's wings

The last thing I'd ever want, would be to travel back in time, and change my choices made
The next to last thing I'd ever want, again going back in time, make the same damn mistake
As a viewer of history, I am well aware that many would choose what I would not choose
As a reflective poet, I'd think about the new set of disasters that would be even more cruel
By changing one thing, might we not set off a chain of reactions, and destroy our world
The butterfly effect is a theory, I know, but if real, waves of change could unleash doom

too long

Time moves so slowly, in moments like these, when you grieve
Memories flee like the call of fire in a theatre moves the runners
I can't live, you being gone, one moment without you, too long
The time I promise to return by, is the same time, I too will pass
For you were my life, you were my reality, my standing life tree
I pray to see you soon, in the afterlife, or in my tomb
Until that time, I just grieve

Uprising in the Lowest Realm

Two dozen left of one legion, now lost by the thousands
The angel of death has worn thin his reaper's blade
Even should our names be remembered only by him
Our deaths have become meaningless by acts of the throne
We will be lost to existence, forgotten by his hubris
Of his diplomatic failure, our numbers sent forward
The resulting catastrophe ignored by the emperor's own
His reign unaffected, other than not having our lives to use
He could wage his war still, but less able, we'd been elite
We are gone, the war would continue, but with less hope
For until now, we'd never tasted defeat, a slippery slope
Fear of future loss, true detriment to planning and action
Rome's emperor, in his royal colored robes, wasn't wise
He forgot the old, wise saying, abundans cautela non nocet
He'd make war from the throne's power, than to negotiate
And the true losses were those who were devoted to him
To make his empire greater, defeat enemies of the throne
We gave our lives, with no more left to give, so we pray
Fallen, our bodies rot, turn bloated and purple, in death
Lay there upon the grounds failed, Mars ignored our pleas
And now, in grueling pain, we are drawing final breath
We ask that Charon lets is board his boat across the Styx
To Hades we'll pass, with coins upon our eyes for passage
We died for our people, tossed into final battle, in Hell
For the throne, and we linger now, in the deadlands
Aware of our current limits, darkness and fears
We may reorganize our legion from the many
And overthrow Lord Pluto, master of this realm
Breaking free from our chains, and this insanity
With our first blow, fate is defeated, and destiny invoked

astra inclinant, sed non obligant

The Last

There will come a day, when the sorrow passes
But not today, I've lost sight of the everlasting
I can only see the fog, the darkness and gloom
My life is unworthy of hope, I deserve the tomb
What does anything matter, why do I even care
The wine glass of life shattered, life is fully unfair
It may be that I be made whole, a belief in my core
If I take one sip from the holy Chalice, restore my soul