Impermanence

Live without hope, to dream without sleep
To breathe with no air, scream without sound
My life was forged in pain, life without relief
To find greater love without a sacred ground
My life is given substance, promises to keep
Existence lost in oceans, all sorrow drowned
Futures flail about in meaning, as I bleed
Falling without impact to the everlasting
If a life is one that does not end, I dream
πάντα ῥεῖ, Impermanence lingers
Waiting for the next moment
Revealed as torment, as forever
As an unending cycle
Constantly turning
A grinding and moving
A light never dimming
A light without shadow
Forever no longer impossible
With belief, with dream, with hope

However flawed my flesh I became awe

My fondest dream and greatest belief
Acted together, led me to great forever
The flesh will pass, my praise received
My life was now in hands of my savior
His truth in my depths found in my core
In him will stand, I need sacred ground
For he is the only Son of an eternal god!
Wherever he stood, has been made holy
And that place inside my flesh
Is holy, for his spirit restores my own

Running out of Hope

He leapt into the world, the child arrived
Upon this Earth where the few survive
An end came around but we'd overslept
Oh there in our absence our hopes wept
Did we destroy ourselves, no we never
We took no time from mother to sever
All our childish cords needed being cut
But we cut the wrong cord to forever
And now we're trapped in this place
That never offered love or its taste
Only the dreams of the places afar
Far from here, futures are scarred
And will never live again
In the future, or beyond
Wherever we go
Or we remain

An ugly scene

Of streams in the rain melt with the tears falling
There are no dawn lights gilding drops of water
Soon the chill of the sorrow growing will freeze
My mourning heart pounds while I'm crawling
Feel like a last member of a family at slaughter
Look away, no not at me, no, look away please
There is nothing to see and nothing left of me

Burning Cold

I burn as if by flames
I tried loving again
And it hurts me, 
It still hurts
My heart, tender yet scarred
After loving again
I prefer seeing stars
So I look straight up
Midnight's moonlight
Offers nothing but dark
You will not break the moon
By seeing it in light
But I am alone now
Just like I always am
My time is coming soon
A mist at night comforts
Even if it is cold
And I am lost
In the mist
In the clouds
My heart is burning
And now, the fog is rising

Erased From this World

In this catatonic state, a mind stops to breathe
This cruel world within swiftly moves passed
Ripping all hope from me, stealing my place
Meanwhile this population screams for sleep
The hunger inside pounds in an unwilling fast
Death calls to all lives, seeking love embrace
Echoes of a lost age, with secrets left to keep
My flesh gray, I desire to eat, in an abyss cast
As nightmares continue, destroying the brain

I have been wiped fully from this existence
I'm falling into a nectar of everlasting pain
My flesh no longer offers a true resistance
My flesh is fallen but my spirit is untamed

Mors certa, vita incerta

Disasters linger

Striking with pure surprise, the attack had shocked the village 
The occupants taken unaware by Vikings come cross the sea
Echoes of the day linger, as the memory of catastrophe is fresh
The villagers were frantically trying to hide, surviving disaster
Pillaging, crying havok, Vikings destroyed the village in fire
The black smoke lifting, flames create a massive death pyre
Children of the raids will remember, all the dark days
And live to begin the revenge attack cycles over again

For My Great Queen

As if I had won the million dollar jackpot
Nobody understands, the wealth that I got
When you took my hand, I'd made a stand
We went through life, as husband and wife
A 37 year journey begun, you were the one
Giving me courage, keeping me encouraged
Offering hope in darkness, in an ever night
Not only my lover, you're my faithful light
We'll grow old together, seeking forever
It is there before us, a heavenly chorus
For you my queen I shall carry your banner
For you are wise, beautiful and serene 
You didn't just love my soul and person
Much more, you've allowed my dreams

It Never Stops

Moments occur when making war, people die
From the youngest draftees to older veterans
Each has an understanding of what they'll try
Knowing the cost of war will be paid by them
End of civil behavior, with savagery on the rise
We lose our sensitivities and luxuries then
From a distance easy to kill, even for lies
As lives are tossed aside, more on the horizon
War is proven to be patriotism in disguise
Only the bankers and weapon builders win
Except for those now no longer alive
Due to war they can't feel a thing
The void grows in time
Ever larger, ever full

My Time on Earth

My heart has been broken but there's more
Knowing how worthless that I have become
Bleeding hope, embracing an invited scorn
My pain is constant, my heart is gone numb
Cry out without hope, my will to serve, torn
I've nothing more to offer but a remnant life
And a sorrow of one too old to be renewed
All the hopes lost to time, still in memory
In prayer hoping my belief can be enough
Save me for greater things, all my dreams

Escaping a Black Hole

You smiled, said hello, he wasn't used to being treated well
His life had been Hell, rejected and he retreated to a shell
Your kindness hurt him, he didn't know why, new sensation
He became too confused to tell you, about his life in Hell
But you felt his pain, knew he wanted more but couldn't ask
So looked at his despair with soft words, looked in his soul
Spent each day begging to die, was so hurt didn't know why
You gave him a hand, and lifted him up from a black hole
You were his anchor, and kept him alive, let him survive

The Void between knowing and not

A moment after laborers had successfully finished their project
Rockets and the ship, meant to penetrate deep into the cosmos
To be launched into an emptied void, null zone of life in space
Into far reaches of space, no way of understanding the truth
Life was predicated upon an ultimate need for information 
Of finding purpose, knowing the face of God or circumstances
Who could ignore the questions or chance to have the proof
Life had become misery with forever asking, why am I here?
Asking, touching, to understand or learn an eternal question
Which left a body riddled with cancer, time for one answer
Who chose my path, no map, and why do I need to know
If life is divine, special, why do we have no ultimate end?
What was the cosmic mystery we needed to understand?
Because whatever the answer, I really need to know
Or my time here on Earth was wasted, in the portents
What if there is no message or purpose, we might find
What if there is no ultimate message to be sent

“The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as 
in what direction we are moving.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Broken but repaired

I am flawed beyond measure, having no destiny
I lived too little, in erased hope, wanting to die
Ages upon ages, memories and the lost legacy
Lost, I had condemned myself, unable to rise
In distant echoes of different lives, knowing joy
Finding the truth allowed my higher existence
Because constant pain causes mental hunger
In emotional starvation, I'm bleeding inside
As a self made fool, I yet survived suicide
Only love and hope could ever save me
In failure I knew, still, that love is pure
If I ever experience redemption
Found in the heart of my other half
I've escaped a death penalty
In her love, I am more 
More than I could be
Love healed me
Her love renewed me

Arthur's Way

Upon that great new day when the world felt joy
Young Arthur had pulled a sword from the stone 
His bloodline and kingship being acknowledged
The King was revealed, a miracle for all of time
Through his reign, his righteous way was known
And it remained in minds, in dreams and legend
In the future, he will return, and lead us again

New Fire

She was born to always know joy
And she was created with new fire
Forests are alive with a new light
Made to bring life, never destroy
Her smile proved able to inspire
As the forest hummed in delight
Joy is power, energy fueled hope
And wherever she was to go
Life flourished in verdant ways
As her wings fluttered
Lifted a green glow

A love spent

Because of her
Able to keep my heart safe
To be hopeful
With the love inside
 As she spent that on me
I have it to spend upon her 
Upon the one person, 
   Who offered to be mine 
Who could call my name
                 in the deepest darkness
         or share my name
       and by that bring me light
Her love was a vintage wine
That stopped time
That led me to a place
Where she healed my wounds
With a love inside us
     that made all our time
To be spent in glory
          Paradise found
It was sacred ground
In that moment together
Before real life took over
And I'd have to look forever 
To find another time
Or moment frozen
      To return to that place
      With the one 
Or singular moment
        When I knew I was whole
            once again
As I was back then

the flesh is calling

To balance the desire of moment, with permanence
To refuse the cost of a need, repeating in the being
I can't be enslaved to thoughts, or my feelings inside
Lust, stains my shroud, as something so temporary
We've nothing but spirit, so shall we be considered
Wages of lust burn the fabric of our soul and mind
Forced into choices, forced to question our design
How many would be better off with no desire
The inner flames of our soul afire?
So many say, let it burn!

The Flesh and Labors are a Cage

From a hive we will march to a place of industry and machines
We'll labor for hours, counting the time it takes, and our reward
Our form is organic, alive with spirit as beings, a machine is not
Over time it will change us, it grieves our flesh, it steals our joy
All consuming it sucks the power from all electricity and steam
Well exhausted beyond imagination, we long to sleep and dream
Oh this modernity requires more hours than it rewards our labors
An innocence exists but has no hope, broken beyond rebuilding
To keep our sanity, we must remember, against a wall forbidding
Our minds and hearts will be free, gathering strength in prayer
For in this flesh we're caged but in our spirit and mind so alive
The day will finally come, when we will become fully free
As the hive becomes aware of her power, it will decide 
Rising up and acting, freeing all, in body and mind

When Popularity reigns over merit

Arguing politics is when people are actually yelling about something else, getting us nowhere
They aren't debating the ideals, the process, their goals, they vote to express an irrational rage
The popular rules, being the current favorite, cynicism replaces courage, kindness is impaired
Honesty is not important if we receive the benefits from our leaders, fallen in this wicked age
Truth becomes flexible, ideals are cast low, hope fulfilled is most unlikely, making all not care

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire
at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”       H.L. Mencken

In Memory of the Lost

The victories against Nazi Germany and Militarist Japan came at a cost. Memorial day is a day when remember all those who gave their lives, who gave their health for the future generations. We recognize their contribution, and pray that the cost born by their families, and future generations are appreciated. The world today was forged in their blood.  And to all soldiers, in every war, who give their life for others, we say thank you.

Digging in the Nightmare Mine

There's a midnight moon shining light
As sky envelopes darkness and stars
A canvas, matte black and thick clouds
There night hums with sounds and life
Stare into that abyss, disappear within
The night calling upon flesh and being
To enter forever, in sleep and dreams
I whisper to this darkness, let me be
For I have nothing left but to want
Of all my dreams that still haunt
Let me be free, from my fear 
Let me be, now it turns the time
Of all of my deadly nightmares
From many disguise born lies
That still burn inside my mind
To finally then be sent away
And lead me to the shame
Of being thought weak 
In the face of challenge
And of my misery
Of endless days

From the Outside Looking in

Looking from afar, my land is beautiful
From the distance, life seems great, but
Life presents us with so many questions
Growing up isn't easy, especially as adults
We're confused by desires and the truth
Look into the past, with no real answers
However deep one might reach, no results
All hope shattered, as a body with cancer
Without any solitary moment of breath
If all our prayers shall go unanswered
We're breathing in without the oxygen
And all our dreams are turned dust
If life doesn't come with instructions
Without a purpose or a known quest
Our existence becomes a riddle of sorts
Since we're given birth with no form
Life demands your cost and obedience
With no way to win, I can't pass the test
Imagination can't see beyond the limits
With no power, we fall deep in darkness
This flesh fails and fear is yet manifest
For all I have seems empty of worth
But for my legacies created
And for my soul, as it is priceless

Fall Out

All my hope is gone, yet again

And I know war will come
As it has come before
Leads me to refuse a future
For the end... has come again
Nuclear wars have been fought
Earth is burning
Brings black rain...
Leaves burnt remnants
Scatters skeletal remains
Alone in the shelter
Alone with my dreams
No ghosts in my mind
Days are so uncertain
Darkness inside
Alone again but for my fears
I can't hope with no hopes
I know they say I'm insane
I don't know but it rains
Pitch black every time
Every time I go to the cemetery
To see if they've finished
My family's headstone
I just want some company
when my time is done

Flight

Above Earth's surface, I will fly with purpose
Not looking down, for I've escaped my town
On Earth I have no worth, and I'm not staying
But in the atmosphere, there I'm worth saving
My being is aloft, untouched by toxic ground
My flesh is no longer wounded, it has healed
Staring down upon the blue globe, dreaming
Here I will find my spirit and my ego within
For I have left Earth and entered the wind
I am alive, and soaring above the world
Denying destiny's decision
No longer trapped
I am Icarus

Dismembered

In the emptiness of flesh, I became frozen
Unable to have ever in a moment find more
I am unchosen, with a prayer yet unspoken
My life was a mistake made by the perfect
A blood schmear on the finest white shroud
Aware of all that I'm not, and I'm not proud
Far from it, I am lost into the nothingness
Being cast into the dark abyss, never rising
Nothing remains of my first breath, living
Demanding from existence a baptizing
I'm the least, I remain an ugly stain
A day will come, when I will be free
No, this pain will never leave me
Upon my end I am redeemed

“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program.
We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it."
                                                                                       CS Lewis

Shivering in pain, sitting at the back of the bus terminal

Surrounded by the cold keeps me from thinking I might endure
Abandoned and want to fall asleep, not think, survival not sure
Becoming exhausted, body refuses to work, coma is not alive
I've nothing to save me, trapped in a terminal with crackheads
The freezing city streets, combined with the absence of hope
Leading me to an inferno of self doubt, and inevitable end
If Jesus is real I wish he would come save me, but this is Hell
All I ever read was that he rules in Heaven, so you know ...
That might never happen, but one can never tell

After The Battle

After the bloodiest battle, bodies litter the field
All the while, scavengers try to quickly eat the dead
Competing with them are a few humans, survivors
Trying to save wounded men and count the fallen
Not pests, scavengers perform a service to men
Prior to the bodies of the fallen being honored
They'd been killing, ending each others lives
Scavengers are eating, continuing a natural cycle
They are surely not desecrating the new dead
If the dead deserve honor, glory, in those battles
If killing means honor, the scavengers don't matter
The dead consigned to fate or the gods of battle
Do not become worthy by dying nor brave
Recognition of all honor, morality or love
Made those lives lived, that are now dead exalted
Dead left behind, those broken lives, toxic futures
And battles are often fought without good reason
So praise the scavengers, they clean our fields
As the dead bodies of men, may turn sacred shadows

A light in darkness

Life has torment, but it can also promise hope

Choosing to endure for one chance isn't easy

At times my pain taught me lessons of purpose

Needing perspective, a chance to finally know

Led me to a place of calm, rare for my species

Nothing solid offered, one must hunt for targets

If life means dying, make hope your great goal
We all long to live well with no fear in death
Find reason, find joy, find hope in the future
Trust in the best things in life, take a breath
Be your own advocate, find yourself

Captive

Every moment spent in the living world
I've been trapped in my own prison cell
Lost to time, doomed, leads to a grave
All my transgressions become sorrows
As I'm canceled by the accuser's crowd
Using great violence, noise to overwhelm
I've lost all my dreams, all tomorrows
As authorities demand rioters be silenced
To punish all humans for not knowing truth
Killed for being curious, for needing more
Yet my scorn is hung for everyone to see
Weighing heavy upon broken shoulders
Colored white, light, being gossamer thin
It was a spotless, stainless, burial shroud
Covers my head, about my mouth, a gag
A remnant self esteem leads me to seek
To escape my future, letting me endure
And for my flesh to finally be free
I know, neither my body, nor my mind
Will ever escape my own assassination
Trapped in a pit of pestilence and decay
Hunger consumes hope and endless time
Now captive of my own mind, and lies
My proud flesh turns grey, as it fades
I scream to the empty yet beautiful sky
Lord please let me die than live on
Please, allow freedom in all forms
Or let me find silence in the oblivion
Or let there now fall a cleansing rain
And with justice let this all end

Reality washed away with every second passing

Like a machine, the hybrid between flesh and steel
I'm crushed by wounds, black with cancer bleeding
A stinging and screaming with all the beats of time
If life is painted in a stain, all rancor grows in rage
Our desires survive, existence is canceled in chime
The ticking clock records death, captured moments

The Nails

My hand had pounded every nail
Into the body, laid upon the cross
My sins are fire, burning to ash
But a savior gave up his flesh
As the most perfect offering
Yet I'm not innocent or pure
My sins leave me dirtied
My damnation certain
But for the sacrifice
Of the perfect lamb
By his blood

Humans Forever Beat the Drum

The drum beats loud with thunder, echoes rage through the blood
Fleeing from defeat, the fears know the haze and the raging flood
Again a legacy calls, over time and history, the innocents stunned
Our existence is measured not by profit nor by victory but by love

Surviving the Enemy's Actions

Stalked, beaten and broken, and we were then kept in hiding
By being chained to each other, we survived by perseverance
For they sought to prevent our survival, and yet we remain
By endurance we kept the enemy from any sort of victory
They passionately demanded our damnation and destruction
By violence, the chains and our torture, we were smothered
Oblivion, we could never imagine a thing more treacherous
True to our love, we were punished but we remained lovers
Nothing could enter our dialogue of love, but for our heart
In the ruins we refused all temptations, sealed in love

M, the 10,000, and the Sea

Ancient Greeks represented the number 10,000 with M for the word múrioi
A number bearing significance, the number of Greek mercenaries surviving
An epic written about a Greek survival, within a civil war between Persians
Greeks sold their swords in units hired by the loser challenger to the throne
Yes they'd fought well, indeed, killing thousands of Persians; their side lost
The winning Persian invited the generals of the Greeks to treaty and a feast
All of those Greek generals were taken in, and rather than feast slaughtered
But the resultant peril that Persians expected to have caused did not happen
For no longer leaderless, the equals in combat Greeks elected new generals
And fought their way across Persia's empire, with no area within ever safe
More the 20,000 men had signed up, only 10,000 were left, after the journey
Led by the equals Greeks elected to lead, a democratic example amidst battle
Leader Xenophon rightfully had called it an Anabasis, the journey of legend
From Babylonia to the Black Sea, Greeks had marched, fought and returned
Shouting the Sea, the Sea, knowing this, they had come home, surviving
In war as in civilian life, the Greeks lived by their democratic ways
And by so doing won praise, and adoration far into the future

A noise on the surface drew a gathering

Drawn to the scent of blood in the waters and upon the surface
Gathering, they began to circle the fresh dead but were careful
This could draw more than the sharks, since orcas also hunted
The bodies were more than flotsam from one maritime sinking
But these were remarkable, as humans came a long way to die
Dressed in uniforms, bloating, and bearing wounds from death
Why did they all come all this way? was it to feed a gathering?
Remember, no questions matter if one is starving or hungers
Humans know why and care, but now all who hunger can eat

Where does the Swift Passage of Time take us?

We've no means of knowing just when it ends
We've even less knowledge of why it will end
We only know, that it ends, it goes swiftly past
Watching we've become witness to catastrophe
No one survives life, only living longer or less
By time of terminus, we've met different people
Many sorts, bright, dull, ugly or even beautiful
Life, time and being doesn't apportion equally
We exist and, then, we do not, flesh is illusional
We must learn, life is not inevitable, it is a gift
Life is a means of reaching something more
What is that, how does one learn the truth
This one truth, you must explore for proof
You've reason to search, more than pleasure
You must find joy and find your worth
Or living becomes the bleeding wound
Life does have purpose, life is not forever
Measure all the time that you have and seek

Dreams unseen, Dreams realized

The most beautiful horizon, is one you never reach
It sits upon the earth, and swiftly enters fast retreat
You throw all hands out, desperate to be complete
Seek as you long to hear it, a silence or true quiet
Nothing but hope unrequited, dream never dreamt
Promise unanswered, desire not seen and not kept
Without that horizon though, this world doesn't see
There is nothing to achieve without one hope to be
The final moment of our reaching it is rare, distinct
Journey finished, now done, and forever compleat
So linger in the joy, celebrate the moment of hope
Find a horizon in your heart and become unique

High to Heaven

Born in tears, still wet from birth
Stained with darkness and scars
Born to a mother, a shield maiden
My first cries were now elevated
Aloft to the high host of Heavens
My life consecrated upon a purpose
As a servant, make known his worth
My creator called me, broke the curse
For he reigned, and I shared his word
All my days were given to him in duty
For years into beyond and ever, serving
My unholy stain was finally removed
I was made the bearer of a weapon
Considered holy, made pure by fire
Made holy by trials, I was ready
Like my mother a Holy Warrior
I had forever after served my king
Called from the world of darkness
And made alive in his service

Unsatisfied

Why did I lose you, why do I still care
Why did you hurt me, why did I still dare?
The envelope of sorrow surrounds me
The toxic dreams still linger inside me
A hostile world cannot stand my words
The signed final document still burns
My failure visible to everyone
My fatal crash has only just begun
Nothing exists now to save me
My mourning enslaves me
And forever will

My Nightmare

I created my own Hell
It lives within my heart
An emptiness of scars
The stories it can tell
I found reason to be ashamed
It stole away my name
None can rid me of this stain
And it came from own hand
None can understand
No one ever stopped the rain
My ancestor was Cain
Standing over my dead brother
The murderer came
And changed everything
Including the heart within
Nightmares replaced dream
And now I am alone
Never had a home
And then it will repeat
The misery is complete

Without Sustenance

In my loves and needs I am left impoverished
In dreams of my romantic partner for offerings
Sees a body in hunger, my soul shakes in pain
Under evening skies I am comforted, if briefly
Little helps, save sleep, for an absence lingers
Go forward, move in majesty, find, and seek
The pathway to dreams is clear, seek sincerely
For otherwise there's no legacy nor a history
May you find life's love, may you find peace

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Bearing our flesh, we are alike

There under a cover of foliage, it allows less light to pour through
We are better able for the cool of the shadows due to that canopy
The forest form of perfect shelter offers comfort of lower temps
As heat of each day won't rise above our physical peak survival
On the dark floor of the jungle, all different beings are hunted
No questions of fairness or justice, hunger is the sole motive
Just like human life in modern, medieval and ancient days
Quite similar to our own mind, our dreams and our fears
We are not isolated, our fates merge, destiny earned
And if nothing stops one from the pain and tears
We are not immune to both curse and fortune
 In the end do we lose everything, forgetting
Or finding hope or not, will we learn?
In wages of life, do we know a cost?
Wherever we are, whatever we do
Found, in our transit, or lost
If the end is nothingness
Can we find truth
Is there proof?
I hope so
I do

Unworthy

Told from the start, I was ugly, impossible to love, I agree
I've never been able to see, from my ridiculous arrogance
The blindness comes from within, it is my own corruption
I do not enjoy the filth nor do I love my sin, long for truth
Damned and decayed, I've walked forward and never quit
For if this world offers little good, there's nothing I can do
Still, I have touched beauty, and tasted of eternal fires lit
Walked on shores pristine, dreamt in color, sound, proof
I know there is more, but I might be too filthy to know
Just how it feels to be worth such effort and love
And in the end, who doesn't want that?

If Called

Not a ghost or sacred shadow, nor a haunting, but...
If you'd heard the voice, clearly spoken, but distant
It called you by name, in darkness, ignoring the stain
And made you shake inside, crying as a non believer
A moment heavy, majestic tone upon sacred ground
Tongue tied now and can't speak anything to the one
If you listen and hear nothing, but inside thoughts
Due to an emptiness that's vast and beyond knowing
Yet if a being of such import calls you by the name
No spicy anecdote to offer, no dance to entertain
Few seconds left, but the fears have no answers
You respond, even if you've no idea what to say

You say: Why do you choose me, I never bothered you?
Why do you engage me now? I never did a thing

A voice replies: The only thing you need do is to follow

What if you know far less now, as a result of having known
and you hope now, but hope now more than you ever knew?

To Be a Greek: A Warrior's Way

Even if I'm cloaked in bronze armor and helm
With sword and my pike now ready at my side
All the Persian beasts would still charge walls
For they'll follow their orders, as acts of valor
A Greek in his phalanx is called to sell this life
No cheap cost, for a Greek life is worth many
Greeks will live free, dying for home and right
For no emperor nor conqueror will defeat us
Wearing helm and plumage, swinging swords
We are drawn to life in blood, for all justice
To offer sacrifice, raise spears to toast Hades
And to great Athena, for her wise strategies
Only equals give their lives in such displays
For we are Greek, and this will be our day