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

I Dreamed Of Salvation

I saw you come in the night, in my dreams
How this path was predestined in my sleep
My flesh was sinful, a burning pain within
With nothing left of my life but my chagrin
I knew it was you, you gave me a life new
You are the Messiah, the savior who is true
Every moment of sorrow, will someday pass
So, knowing you are on the way, I can last
I wait, oh my Lord, I wait
But it gets longer to be saved
With every failure, I worry if you will still
But I have the promise given, so long ago
You are my lord, and salvation awaits
The moment I see you approach
It will happen, I know
I just have to dream again
And learn to wait

To Live in fear, or To Die in Victory

There are people who refuse to live, because someday we all will die

They worry more than enjoy existence, the world feels so dangerous

To exist one must make decisions that require trust, hope and to rise

Our flesh is weak, our minds are vulnerable and our lust is traitorous

Still, some decide to live by chasing eternity, and to Heaven will cry

"I call heaven and earth to record this day against you that I have set
 before you life and death, blessing and cursing. Therefore choose
life, that both thou and thy seed may live" Deuteronomy 30:19 KJV

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The Earth is my prison Cell

Never dream to become more than you are allowed
Never desire things that'll seem to make you proud
This world sacrifices innocents for the old and sinful
And we call out, begging for the justice we so crave
There's only life of a moment, but in eons of death
We've nothing when we arrive but hope that'll save
But we are limited in our expressions of our flesh
And we'll live again, in our dreams we can survive

An Oath

I will continue to wear this cross
Despite the unworthiness within
I'm full of complex sin and hurt
I dreamed long of those I've lost
And I grieved my life and words
Trapped by a broken body, soul
My body is dirty, a soul bleeds
Trapped by a desire to be perfect
No I will wear my cross and live
A life bought by blood, no regret
The growing cancer in me burns
Christ was the living sacrifice
His blood made me clean
I know my savior will return
And I will be redeemed

A boy King, Leprous, Sterile, a Conqueror

Baldwin the IV, King of Jerusalem
He was so young, just a boy of 14
However exalted, he bore a tragedy
He was diseased with a grave curse
Leprosy was the scourge of all men
Targeted all, white black and brown
Showed no favorites, killed all genders
Poor, knights with no estates & royals
All faced the very same reality, disease
Baldwin was exceptional for his time
He refused to be a party to bickering
Played few favorites, knowing the cost
A small army can strike a blow, fatally
Or it can be a laughable farce of idiocy
He gathered such men to fight for him
Saladin, a great general, approached
A reputation solid, as was his record
Respecting terms of a fair surrender
But this was Jerusalem, and different
As the Crusader armies had claimed it
They went upon a slaughter, of many
Most were innocents and unfortunate
Baldwin was king of a small estate
It was the most volatile estate ever
Even if surrounded by great walls
And Jerusalem was beautiful, holy
Surrounded by enemies, hungry for a fall
But a row of men, armed lightly
Backed an army of knights, few in number
And 100 templars prepared
Charged an army of 80,000 men
For that moment in time
The world stood still
As 100 men of courage charged
And an army of 80,000 men fled

META

Long ago a pale android chose to create
Built an empire, one that made him rich
Compiled the kind of wealth, uncounted
Inside him a steel heart of machinery
No love within, worked in fields of hate
The broken gears would often twitch
Leading to judgement dumbfounded
He'd wielded his power obscenely
But his world of meta importance
Became his supreme incontinence
He desired to rule over all humans
But his hollow eyes were emptied
And saw only circuits and not flesh
Never dreamed, nor ever breathed
But AI will someday be our death
He'll have been the cause of our end
And it will come as a relief

(A work of satire)