Friday, October 10, 2025

Forget me, Yes

You are flawless, as beautiful as you are bright, a jewel
I love you a stupid amount, but was made a fool, a fool
Sincere, lost in the moment, my heart longs for you, cruel
I know you don't love me, know you don't even like me
So why hurt for the one who'll not miss me when I leave
My heart's scarred from the savage cuts that will not heal
And in that place the wounds burn, and I feel them bleed
Eternally in ghost form, I'll bring doom, oh I will linger
Echoes of the love from seeds planted but never bloom


Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Come Charon, take your payment

With two coins cover to my eyes and pay the toll
Let me cross over to gray lands over river Styx
Surrender or fight forces I've no defense against
Watching as the harvest of souls steals a future
The land beautiful above the world is beautiful
The lands below are dangerous, with no sunlight
Finally I've arrived, no longer alive in the night
All my days are gone, but the dark lasts forever
And here in Hades realms, darkness is the veil
For they may endure, the dead shall suffer
Until forgotten and turned dust, emptied
Life is short, eternity is endless, endless



To Lose my Path

If I choose a path without using wisdom
Its inevitable that I shall fall from grace
The world's become an enormous asylum
In madness of the mind, bitterness tastes
Life offers more than I've ever deserved
Sadly, I've poured out the finest vintage
Wasted my youth as anger in me burned
Waiting for restoration, hope imprinted
I know I've no worth but I know too
My world is temporal but not my soul
If my flesh turns dust, a soul endures
Forever is a promise, thrive on truth
The beginning repeats never ends
Live with perseverance


Tuesday, October 7, 2025

Cage of Flesh

I know that I'm imperfect, considering flaws as scars
Each scar may come as a lesson or forgotten memoirs
Ultimately I've been tormented by failure, I fail often
A look in the mirror reveals a curse, and my life fallen
The world survives orbit and the sun's flares and spots
But we are not so powerful, so perfectly hung in orbit
How can one survive upon the aging and being forced 
To lose all knowledge or wisdom that I have gathered
As my mind atrophied, and my body is crippled. I lose 
For every fact I fought to gain is lost. Life is no riddle
I will choose surrender, losing all ability to remember
Age is unfair, and life has no honor, yet I'll  live by it
My life is left to rot, but I was set free disabled
Made to care when all my existence is cursed

“Live to the point of tears.”  Albert Camus


Monday, October 6, 2025

After all of the days have burned away

Each of the days burn, the season fades
We live, we learn, we grow, and we die
But the realms of life in the after world
Never see death, to never see suffering
However hard life we've had, it renews
Waiting for the final judgment, it heals
The maker knows a heart seeks peace

And they live untouched by sorrow in the islands of the blessed
along the shore of deep-swirling Ocean, happy heroes for whom
the grain-giving earth bears honey-sweet fruit flourishing thrice
a year, far from the deathless gods, and Cronos rules over them

                                                                                Hesiod




Sunday, October 5, 2025

A Wall Was a Temporary Measure

Emperor Hadrian, not the deified emperor
Hadrian was but a man, of great will, still
He understood most of the problems met
Died unhappy, bitter in love and childless
He'd built a wall in Britannia, in knowing
It delineated Rome's northern boundary
Below the line were Romanized Britons
Above that line, the wild Celts and Picts
They'd never be able to be tamed, so wild 
You'd never break them, being their nature
Hadrian understood a need to divide them
His wall, named for him, was temporary
You might feel secure, but it was not so
It might well slow down a first wave, yet
Time to stop one, gave others a moment
One might've predicted, wave after wave
When the walls didn't stop the wild men
The day was lost for Roman Britannia
Hadrian knew it was temporary
Not long before hordes came


Saturday, October 4, 2025

In an Embrace, Two unique forms Hold tightly

The Lavender fields feature most glorious hues
Fields are less beautiful for a new captured vision 
Exquisite in form, unique, stunning as visual truth
The Creator looked on the scene, smiled with pride 
The sculptor within him considered it his mission
To share the beauty when it is achieved is perfect
There a being stood with her hands lifted to a sky
Heaven smiled upon a great reflection as a proof 
The experience is neither transactional nor chance
A pair so beautiful and unique in graceful dance
We cannot, as humans, see from within, a scene
Two perfect beings, holding tightly in embrace
Around them swirl, human endeavor and labor
Knowing no deeper, than a field of lavender
Ethereal faeries need be formed by perfection
Who with that knowledge is beyond measure
The Creator knows our species thinks small
Never really understanding the point of life
Given a purpose to be fruitful and multiply
As you create joy, you should also share


Friday, October 3, 2025

This Time Might Be My Last Time

I can't write and rewrite my history
But no one believes me, in my story
If they saw it as a story from outside
People would see it as a different life
I'll finally have an advocate this time
I know, you do think I'm an outsider
The world doesn't trust my voice
So do your own investigation
Maybe you'll find some truth
Will you trust it or are you lost
Are you lost due to the cost?


Thursday, October 2, 2025

Broken promises, unfulfilled Dreams

The fire pit, burning chemicals directly into the atmosphere
By burning destroyed the chemicals, but had spread the ash
UN troops stood around boundaries to keep the viewers safe
As they'd watched, the toxins were released, free to multiply
Higher commands didn't care think about safety, of poisons
Many, in fact, were killed, as heroes for their service, assets
The civilian population died even more swiftly from poison
But in the end, someone met the end of noose, as a justice
And the world wasn't better for it, not even 35 years later
Some served were loved by their family, probably most
The rewards for suffering was not hospitalization
The families who demanded justice
Now became enemies of the state
All the voices of justice were drown
As practicing agents of sedition


Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Met, and we were so different

Born in different dimensions, we met and wondered, pondered limits
Here he was, made of different wires, mechanics and electricity, so huge
His body looked odd, bulging in numerous areas, with different motions
With looks in his eyes, looking like a question, he'd nothing like answers 
His gait walking, emptied of rhythm, his voice so loud it destroyed peace
One could see behind him, his path, and then might see the heavy impact
I was very small, for I am of faerie kin, I was grace and silent, not loud
I found him to be charming, yet certain no humans or elves thought that
Some are simply different, reflecting a fear in others, just by difference
I flew around him, around his eyes, and I smiled at him, he then smiled
He was genuinely surprised, as if this smile reflected his first happiness
His species was rare, thought to be dangerous, but I sang for him 
He began to cry, perhaps I was the first being to make him happy
The heart of one so feared, he hid inside of his joy and hope
He gave himself permission to experience a thing so good


Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Behold, the Man

Pilate said "Behold the man, Ecce Homo"
For Christ was clearly a man, of what origin
Human or beast, human or alien, or what?
Pilate was the Roman Empire's governor
Holding court in Jerusalem, within Judea
Asked the people to express their choice
After washing his hands of personal guilt
The Romans chose to find Christ guilty
Not for a known act, but for being called
King of the Jews, sedition and rebellion
While Rome was not racist, it demanded 
Obedience to laws, sacrifice to Roman gods
The crowd went mad, calling for Barabbas
Christ had become a martyr, but was more
More than Human, Behold the son of God
Nunc ecce deum vivum!


Monday, September 29, 2025

The Proof of Love

No one abandons paradise, timeless, without flaw
Only one would seek being master, only one evil
For our way seeks higher calling, so hear my call
Exist in the moment for time has lost all measure
Linger not in this confusion, and love has no law
When love was boundless but death could end it
Where love is kindness, hope, we shall defend it
The truth is good, it is love, hope the evidence
When Evil is rewarded with its final death
We've proven our way, for it lives on
On our planet home and far beyond


Sunday, September 28, 2025

Consumption



In the land of the free, home of the brave
Where one can get almost 6 hours of sleep
I'd sleep, drool dark black mucus, a cough
Anxiety attacks and nightmares of cave-ins
In a mine, the claustrophobic would suffer
Soon, most miners would get a horrid cough
Spat upon the ground, it was black and red
With each new child, I tried for more hours
Not allowed, they didn't care to be humane
Damn cough became constant and deadly
It's called black lung disease, aptly named
My life is nothing, I'll go home still trying
Why can't my children leave for new lives 
Why go to school, instead of their scars
With no chance to leave, school has worth?
Haven't the money for a bus ticket, no car
They'd be illiterate but not of their choices
Generation after another, broken of money
And as adults enter the cycles of poverty
With the business town keeping us poor
Our bodies will be used up in the end
Watching our children do the same
In a life that kills the innocence
Leaving behind consumption
Devoured to keep a system
Enslaving of our children
To be used, consumed


The Photographer of many child coal miners was Lewis Hine
Child Labor laws article

Saturday, September 27, 2025

A Duel

In that moment when a Sith entered battle
The black storm clouds swirled with power
But the single Jedi refused to bend in fear
The incoming danger had colored the sky
The power of one, the peace of the other
After two entered duel, just one survived
Despite all battle being about the force 
This combat wasn't decided by power
  It was won by force power of peace
The Jedi was young but knew that Sith 
The duel's loser would one day return 
In the time and place that he'd choose
When there was even more to lose
She had entered a life long rivalry
With a being returned 
By the dark side 


Image is public domain from Pixabay.com 
The poem is written as fan work, nothing is assumed of ownership
Trademark and copyrights are owned by Disney.

Friday, September 26, 2025

To Walk Through the Blizzard

With the morning's light, my hope breaks dawn
The previous day's miseries pass with eulogies 
As life turns again, with mixed colors and time
My grieving heart is not healed, only oblivion
No feeling, nor pains to a beat of life's rhythm
Wind breathes upon skin, turning it bone white
The destination is so far from here, the asylum
I will live to spite the breaking heart, to endure
For my world is dying and exquisite agony pure


Thursday, September 25, 2025

Your Cobalt Blue Eyes Yet Pierce My Soul

There, in my heart, a fire, never quenched
For once I'd known you, had felt your soft lips
That soft skin and your striking eyes, a lovely soul
I'd never have said no to you, if you'd offered once
But we've not reached the place, tasted the embrace
You will remain fire in my being, alive in dreaming
So far away, I can't hear your voice but I remember
In this moment, I'd give everything, to know once
What others have felt, what others now know
But I am nothing, and you are everything




Wednesday, September 24, 2025

I miss you, and I don't

I  am unable to forgive you, yet I pretend it is ok
I'm unable to make believe, I know what to say
My first sperm donor had no plan nor consent
His rape and other criminal acts were vile crimes
My next father had good wishes but was crippled
He grew up from 6 years old without his father
My life needed one to lead me, but also love me
Instead of yell and blame me everyday, in shame
He let others do even more, never seeing it as sin
I was his child but he punished me for all his wounds
Assumed an intent somehow wrong for difference
I was punished for what others did, he was unkind
I know he meant differently and would be in time
Only the arrival of uncles and cousins saved me
Only marriage to a woman so kind and so bright
Didn't get to have a father I needed, others as well
I'm going to try much harder, I want to miss you
I loved you, as much as a child unloved can do


Tuesday, September 23, 2025

From an organic machine to an altogether artificial form with human memory

My flesh embodies chemicals, in form and energy
And life forms are held together by atoms and will
My birth was no accident, possessing no intention
A victim born to a victim who never gave consent
My world isn't simple, it isn't fair, going downhill
As my legacy and shattered future dreams scream
I was repaired with new parts, with artificial parts
Sent to my past, placed in stasis, before ascension
My body's waiting to find the grail, to be fulfilled
Know the truth, linger in answers to my enigma
I must confess, being converted to synthetic life
Forced me to exist forever, I'll be waiting until
The parts I'm composed of, are not still made
Regardless of my will, regardless of despair


"Some experts worry that future AI could prioritize its own goals over 
human safety, leading to unintended and irreversible consequences.” 
                                                                          Anthony Merrydew

Monday, September 22, 2025

Constant yet impermanent

The waves were powerful, rhythmic and constant
Every moment specific, intentional, with purpose
With no single master present to send and retrieve
Tides possessed zero specific thoughts or feelings
But every day, they repeat their actions, dutifully 
As if formed with reason, rather than by accident


Sunday, September 21, 2025

A Sending of Knights

We five rode outside our kingdom, looking
Having been sent upon a journey, to retrieve 
A King's daughter, restless, silently suffered
Her mind and imagination were boundless 
The time on the trail was made very difficult 
The people asked were helpless, not knowing
The knights assigned to me were each weary
We'd been sent with fanfare and much hope
We'd keep questing for our king was worthy
His word law and heart beyond challenge
Our hope to find his daughter was to endure
Sooner or later, his noble heart would break
The world was large in size, beyond measure
But couldn't measure will to move distances
Five knights trying to find one single person
As we returned to our King, a state of defeat
Who we saw standing next to the great King
It was the target of our quest, the daughter
He was smiling and crying, moments of joy
Years upon the quest did not leave us silent
We cried, in the end, this quest was solved
And no one had to die or be wounded

Saturday, September 20, 2025

The Chase

Across a wasteland, gatherings of creatures fled
Fearing an unknown force with eyes bloody red
Without knowing why, creatures would growl 
Wherever the force was felt, gatherings howled
On flat land planes, tall grasses, or mountains
Creatures knew that force, chases until death
And it did, when it hungered, it would again
Something mysterious lingers in the dark
In the shadows that cannot be diminished
How it too must suffer, for such a hunger


Friday, September 19, 2025

Beneath Black Flags, Upon Red Seas

The sun set, turned waters into a red horizon
Looking into the dying sun, black ships rose
The winds resulted in the full sails and fears
All looked upon the black ship as a leviathan
Understanding the pirates offered no quarter
No escape, the image presented red waters
As black ships and the crews slaughtered
Gathering loot, slaves, under a black flag


Thursday, September 18, 2025

Joy is found in the Innocence of Youth


The sound of children shouting, joyously, fulfilled
Nothing this world can replicate, freedom to smile
What can we can do, to try and replace the feeling
As adults, dreams grow, may we find joy distilled
By the end of our adult life we each have a funeral
We will already become separated from our flesh
Witnessing tears, hearing the songs in spirit form
And now we understand at last, our heart's home
Is to live without fear, to cling to our innocence
Going from child to adult, keeping our hearts
As Innocent as we are able

“I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
                               Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Seek Forever

My eyes are closed, but I'm not blind
I have purpose and vision and a mind
Never surrender a will for an easier life
Search your soul in every passing day
For a goal to seek in existence's wave
This is your life, you've just one today
Never surrender, live for forever
Find the path before you
With a spirit untamed


Tuesday, September 16, 2025

The Waiting

Measured by standards of perfection, by a disease
I didn't know what I was doing, not wanted to see
I'd already tasted of venom, of humanity's history
People without empathy, starving the rest for gain
This world has no sibling, we are forced to remain
Seeking a new life is impossible, so I try to endure
I know that I am a waste, others get by with allure
I've nothing, and nothing wants me, so I just wait
Sooner or later I'll sleep or find my self awakened
Then respond to the calling, by breathing or not


Monday, September 15, 2025

Our greatest trait is killing

In another day, our efforts might have been worth much more
But in this emptied era, all our anger brings the greater harvest
As we stand and watch, and the machine mind counts the cost
Our labors seen as wanting, we're trained for bestial conquest
For our greatest abilities, our life long goal, war leaves us lost
Do we abandon our society as we try to escape our proclivities
Our greatest ability is to kill, destroy, entertain our worst ways
If we do not change, we'll fall, our own species soon extinct


Sunday, September 14, 2025

With a breath

As I stared out suddenly with no breath
I couldn't think, deceive or hope
I was dead to this world, for so long
My dreams had all turned gray in color
Thinking, trying, my hope was gone
With love turned cold, flesh vulgar
The days grow shorter, time fades
I've so little comfort, I'm in a daze
With all my world alive, but for me
It is about time I claim my history
Rather than dissolve for all time
Let it free from fate, not be fazed
Find love, find dreams
With eternity embrace
Now and forever
I will finally be
Ready to live
Again
To inhale again
At last
Exhale and revel
Celebrate because life is
We are emptied souls without it


Saturday, September 13, 2025

The Hive turned Metro

The great hive is active, filled with busy drones
And chasing production from morning to night
Walking, lifting, building dreams for the state
Some units are lost to accidents or exhaustion
Loss is regrettable and is organic metal units
As security agents many even have wings 
But without a mother pack they'll not fly
Units are made sturdy, swift, dangerous, 
Keeping out all alien intruders away 
A hive will collapse, a queen will die
Endure or thrive, focus on the many
Not for the one, success requires all
Hives grow to be organic life forms
Life is symbiotic with clockworks
Life but not by DNA, existence
Built  as practical and beautiful
From a distance the buildings
Look as tall skyscrapers 
Or might seem as titans
All seem beautiful
Each has purpose
 From a design
 From need




Friday, September 12, 2025

I dreamt of flying

Dreaming an event didn't yet achieved it
Wanting doesn't mean that I now possess it
Preventing forward progress, having no hope
With love I could achieve dreams, I believe
I know that there's no value in one's greed
On a path to a summit, followed by crows
Hear the call, keep climbing, reach the peak 
When you reach, notice the corpses frozen
All fell before they achieved their deed
Then appreciate all of your efforts taken
Find a central path, don't be mistaken
You need to find a way to rise above
Life's costs demand it from you
You can do it, that is the truth
Life is surely not easy
 That's nothing new
But I can do it
I will do it

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Collapse

Yesterday, a sun burned hot but only for so long
Bright light but cool breeze of when Autumn calls
A world has its own clock, it doesn't pick favorites
When Autumn goes, the sun is mild and snow falls
No time better than now to say, oh how I am cold
As a dying sun fades, as dreams come, fate befalls
Our shelter shifts, a foundation is in full collapse
Nothing's lasts, except things we can't measure
Nothing ever remains the same, but the eternal
We are made of flesh, not of stars and stuff
Time never acts for us, as does for others


Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Year without Summer

A solar flare caused breakdown of society, panic
Human fear was the toll, death was common
As cities lost the ability to function in cold regions
Unrest and selfish hunger slaughtered humans
From all social strata, from all people groups
Lack of food, famine, caused by lack of summer
Social order lost, violent, confused, wide spread
Food was more valuable than gold, due one event
The world now example of year missing summer
Today few people have an idea of the disaster
But the sun remains alive, to do greater damage
Changes happened, the damage felt immediately
Some brave acted, but nothing could be done
The damage was there, no way to repair it
Never ignore the sun's power to destroy
If able try to prepare for such a day
Don't assume survival is inevitable


"A winter without storms, a spring without mildness,
and a summer without heat" Procopius of Caesarea

The poem and information are fiction. I used an 
aftermath of a volcanic explosion that led to a 
year without summer than a massive solar flare. 
                                         Year without summer


Tuesday, September 9, 2025

To Love

To love the unlovable, will require grace and mercy
To love me, the unworthy, requires more than faith
I am a being composed of flesh, very little divine
My heart struggles with a pain, as if by a design
I may deep despair before I enter the darkness
I will rise, grace carries me through the tests
I will remember, while up the stairs I climb
Thankful for a fresh page to sign


Monday, September 8, 2025

Lost in an empty land, surrounded by Archers

They chased our unit down a dust covered road
Desperate to somehow breathe, open my mouth
Sweat and dust created a veneer, with caked dirt
Few paths one might use whichever one is taken
We moved swiftly to begin but we're exhausted
Ancient scribes told of an army, lost and dying
No one knew enough to go seek and find them
No one knew where they'd went or came from
Now surrounded, on foot, and by horse archers
Knowing once we'd read this, a final chapter

Sunday, September 7, 2025

The Final Day

In a selfish humanity we are jealous, filled with ire, we'll break
All disasters are made by man, storms, pleasure by violence
We question our purpose, when the generations are set adrift
Don't stare too long into the sun, burnt eyes see oblivion
Absolute blank, yet black ink in the darkest of colors
Nothing remains pestilence, war, famine and death
Born to hold back the surging tide at the gates
While our spirits flee, nothing remains of flesh

Saturday, September 6, 2025

Escaping Hades

Raising my arm, trying to be rescued from the fire
A lake in a dark cave, molten in flame and the ire
Heard someone call my name, no more felt blame
Bending on a knee, to reach their hand out to me
Unaware of damage I caused, of windmills fought
Now watching fires rise above a charred unloved
Where hubris burns, where hate is served to dine
Heroes came to the night realm save those in fire
An act of love had freed me, I was shown mercy
I thought it could not be, my wisdom has grown
I try to repay the gift, but how priceless is grace?
How priceless, a new start, or joy of a new heart


Friday, September 5, 2025

Before modern eyes

With thanks to the gods of the sky 
A hunter's obsidian bladed dagger
Was used to began to skin the hide
Their family as one gathered food
All labored, all worked in the tribe
As hunters prepared a next harvest
No one had a choice of work to do
All worked to live, or turn to dust
No group voice, they didn't decide
But to demands of life without law
Or by a cause born by for the tribe
And as a unit they worked to live


Thursday, September 4, 2025

Round room, with padded corners

Walking through the madness 
                                                 I 
                                                   Am 
                                                       Lost
                              In the rhythms of life
Disassembled, panic strewn with fear
                As my mind cannot focus due to pain
Lack of order, amidst the chaos
Until they bring the next meds to take
To quiet my mind
My room has no corners 
                 The walls are padded
Every edge is covered in white
Cushioned so I don't injure myself
The time to worry over that
For my safety or for others
Is beyond recall
                 My insanity remains
Sedated by meds
I suffer wounds
I'll not rise again
After my last fall destroyed me
I can't bear it
I've no perseverance
Only pain
I can't explain my current state
A mix of anger and sorrow
With side effects
Of anxiety
And exhaustion 

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Your love Healed me

You had healed me and my heart in what you said
It was totally unconditional and non transactional
A soul restored by your words, reaching my heart
I was willing to die, now I've no desire to be dead
Finding joy in having hope, the summit is passable
Still I'm waiting for your return and there are scars
For love in the distance can feel magical, but hard
A love left to linger, if silenced, leaves only pain
Quench my thirst, please call my name
Again and again


Tuesday, September 2, 2025

The Last Stand

Around us, the villages burn after war
And every battle has ended in failure
My armor is ruined, body has wounds
To save a realm under golden banner
But I can't surrender, I cannot give in
Trained for battle until it is concluded
To live or die, there is only one savior
I serve him, that no others shall fall

Monday, September 1, 2025

One Called To His Service

 Upon April 30, 2025 a great moment came 
As a portent of the hero's arrival on Earth
Called to serve and to make a difference
For as a Marvel he'd made an appearance
The greatest potential, bright, with honor
He appeared on our silent planet of Earth
 Where we'd received a mass deliverance
For he was sent by God, indeed a marvel
His mother volunteered to be his light
Marvel was to be blessed and baptized
His life thereafter would correspond
With the call of God to serve and lead
The bright trail of leadership followed
A future composed of honor, and hope
The world didn't deserve his presence
With holy water, and prayers, he arrived
God sealed his calling as a warrior 
His armor was special, chosen for him
A breastplate of armor as righteousness
His shield composed of faith within
His helmet was forged of salvation
Beneath a belt of truth his way prepared
Unlike others on earth, bound in flesh
Sealed with the most holy of water
Called to his quest, carrying a banner 
Bearing the call of the highest King


"You once spoke in a vision; to Your godly ones You said, 'I have 
bestowed help on a warrior; I have exalted one chosen from the 
people'"   
Psalm 89:19

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Hope in the Burning Pyre

No one lives forever, no one of mortal flesh
No one lives without sin within, only breath
I fail every day, calling out to be saved, but...
My life will be poured out, like spilled wine
Not wonderful nor perfect, crossing the line
I am lost, but can only be saved by the divine
Jesus I surrender, let my foul spirit now burn
Give me hope, and let my joy in you return
I beg please, I am unworthy, but need mercy
Embrace me, and let me survive by grace
That I will only find, in you


Saturday, August 30, 2025

Shattered Mirrors

In the deepest depths of collapse, with no hope to rise
I've been broken, torn from the root and begun by seed
God gave hope and birth, offered hope through sacrifice
Life does not guarantee more than existence, or victory
Why do I try to answer all of those rhetorical questions
We're given intelligence, can we not know answers
In madness, I need survival and heard abstentions
Life sees disease, disorders, syndromes and cancer
 And we're faced with the reverse of a mirror
There are glass cracks, filled with color red
But we've chosen to become blind
Never to see the collision ahead
What do we have, what can we do


Friday, August 29, 2025

To Try and Fail

The depression's song, a poet's dying pen and ink
As if there's nothin' worth remembering, knowing
Love soon disappeared as all my hopes fell fallow
A sound of me hitting the surface, splash is small
As the rope had broke, the ink blackness growing
I'd called for God to save me but the same time
As I'd tied all the restraints, I couldn't break free
My body was cold, becoming numb, I was blind
As I felt life leaving me, I couldn't hear the voice
Telling me to come back, as fear and pain collide
Foolish act, thinking life or death my own choice
Eyes were open, unseeing... screams unspeaking
Refused to beat, as I could feel sensations chime
A new breath taken without remembering
But I know I'd chosen my own path
Lost in the emptied quiet
Sorrow had chosen to let me live
Fear made me no longer want to die
The world sought and received my silence

Thursday, August 28, 2025

With very little left to find out

I never took an illegal drug but used many of a legal kind
I'm a depository for side effects, yet I still have all my pain
Do I care about every day life? Do I expect life will change?
Not truly, I've no prophetic vision for the life I've experienced
I loved my many friends and family, I love all deeply, stupidly
Legal prescription aren't more safe, nor are they even helpful
Repeating our world calls out asking, for hope to civilization
The wise will see me as an empty, savage fool, even obscure
I've met and tasted of a finest, cherished, glorious vintage
A future unwritten, destiny unpromised, life immutable
It goes on but not outside my hand's tightly held leash
I can't see when my vision is blocked and obscured
 As everything is distant, dark, I've found surprise
Some things good, some bad, some indifferent
I walk down the corridor with no anticipation
Yes, there it is, the odd level of satisfaction
Before me, experience is still powerful
With each corridor walk as ignorant
Somehow I try to retain my hope
My chapter of life finds an end
Something deliberate, worthy
Saved by grace, and mercy
For reasons I don't know
Nor will I ever

“Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn 
away the part of my mind where hope was.”       Sophocles

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

The Sea Ice is Thick, But We've no choice

Called by my tribal memories, my ancestors crossed oceans
Leaving these frozen lands, barren and the tundra and fjords
Following our pantheon, giving sacrifice, called by prophets
Left to ask, let our tribe starve or invite others take our home
Our great discoveries of new lands and global trade followed
Called to appease the modern ideal, we have earned our place
We never sought to lead the world, only to expand our reach
Our Homeland will always be covered in thick ice and snow
The future is uncertain but surrender or inaction are death
And our children and families deserve far more than that


"(the vikings) It saw life as being ultimately 
doomed to tragedy, but with the opportunity 

for grand and noble heroism along the way"
 
                                   
                                               Daniel McCoy

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

You can't take what I never had

You said you loved me would do so forever
And said this all without ever having met me
Addicted to being wanted, you needed a fix
Hunted for a broken person with a heart open
Your beauty would then lead one, on so far
So ugly inside for a person so very beautiful
I was screaming, still alone, silenced in sorrow
Don't tell me I was an equal partner, I wasn't
I didn't know you, didn't want to, I was a fool
Wounded, bleeding inside, I'd nothing to offer
But you'd played the game so long, a veteran
The world owed you, just a cruel performer
Then you were revealed behind your mask
An addict of emotions, and cruelty to others


Monday, August 25, 2025

Hubris new generations

All who've lived before us and walked the quest
Living and dying long before today ever began
To those in memory we thrive due to your labors
As sacred shadows you're modernity's lynchpin
Nothing we do now wasn't preordained by you
Today is ignorant, arrogant and full of hubris
Somehow think we deserve the inheritance
Life isn't a repeating cycle of inevitability
Our current generation, however earnest
Believe we've reached a perfected state
We are anything but perfect, unworthy
Our excellence is mental illness
We hold upon our naive hopes
In ignorance's splendor
We somehow muddle forward
Letting the machines think for us
Letting the government decide for us
Letting drugs and personal choice live our life
We're unable to be inevitable in our inheritance
For we are the makers of our own catastrophe


Sunday, August 24, 2025

In a Perfect Voice, Words of Power

I stood above them, that gathered crowd
They spewed a hatred, calling for blood
Fear meant absolutely nothing to them
They'd anger rather than fear, and bled
Showing arrogance and falsely proud
My maker made me to call his name
My creator spoke those words of power
Calling down lightning, bringing floods
Filled earth with fear horizon to horizon
The day time runs out, seen by the hour
Many will fall upon their knees, seeking
I've brought peace, love as a high tower
All are welcome to change, be redeemed