By seeking perfection one must be imperfect

Seeking to change so that I might reach perfection
Is in itself imperfect and wrought with moral folly
If I choose to seat myself at the throne of knowing
I've lost all understanding of daily walks of being
For it is in my doing, living, making mistakes 
That I learn to make better choices the next time
It is by seeing truth (nothing perfect in my life)
But to seek and find, higher realms can be found

We died that our mother might live

Her tears had fallen more in number
Than the sands across the great desert
For we'd been forced to defend her
Nomadic raiders killed our defenders
Our queen had given all birth and life
And alone was seated in great power
If she had fallen ill, we all should die
As our memories and customs lost
She'd held us close, even as we fell
It was not our walls had collapsed 
It was that our hearts truly had
In the end, she had survived
All our lives endured, went on
Our memories serve as comfort
As our time reaches the horizon

Death is not final

Being a dead man but awakened, animated
Alive once, but being dead, now as Lazarus born
Trapped in a broken body, inhabited by a new spirit
Called from the tomb, I am as a Samson newly shorn
Will my sacrifice be enough, will my death be enough
Will I lead others to know a truth or learn an epiphany
My high purpose in a living life was to find purpose
When finding my purpose, I lived a symphony
Eventually running out of days given to me
I rose from the tomb called to be again
With renewed vigor I acted, in hope
Seeking a future lived for others 
With no fears remaining

Silence Broken by the Bells of a new century

It was snowing, so dark and then that sound
I heard bells ringing, morning of the first day
One minute past midnight, my love was breaking 
Turn of this century, marked by burning pyres
Isolation, damnation as the fires start
I cried my tears, frozen throughout my being
Need love from a patient lover of my heart
You're the dream and ever lover of my soul

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...
I could walk through my garden forever.”
                                  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Left to Ponder the Emptied Dreams

I can't do the math, perfection doesn't last
My eyes are blind, and yet in a certain light
What does it matter, when all has gone decay
And why fear, if nothing stands in light of day
What matters at all, a world of emptied dreams
If I can't breathe, if I can't see, I wonder
What is left to experience, yet ponder
To then live being ever frozen inside
Or thaw releasing my cold spirit to fly 

A Final Performance in Life's Colosseum

Reality set me free, and I saw every minute flaw
Walking upon the razor's edge, careful not to fall
One side of me, condemnation, other side's death
Sorrow and pain released from unclenched claws
I might die in an indifference balance of my flesh
Hovering above the curve of earth, this is my test
A world too beautiful to abandon, I hear applause
In a moment of pure joy, the curtain falls down
When I look out my whole audience is gone

Offerings

As my body burns in the explosion, I will know
My sacrifice is worth it, even as my blood flows
The pain the price paid, the end is comforting still
I waited to be the one, even of sweet oblivion
The life left was too little, the payment is enough
Nothing left but of the transaction complete

You need to ask

If there are questions without answers
Reality, what if there's only nightmare
Answers without questions are as bad
To thrive upon hope but be without it
Burns inside the heart, just as cancer
It feels like you're chosen for despair
Invulnerable, no, my heart is ironclad
Many lies that will make you doubt it
But even then, you must still ask

Great Pharaoh

 Do you sleep my King, dreaming in that forever realm?
Can you leap through tall fields of wheat like gazelles?
Have you destroyed enemy invaders or saved the land
Do you call for us, your people, aware of the kingdom
We long for your leadership, for it alone had been good
Did your heart reflect Ma'at when weighed by Anubis?
From the heavens does Osirus decide the annual flood?
If the river Nile follows all who dwell in the afterlife?
Will you return, then guide us, til we reach that place?
The world was broken, when you were lost in death
The River Nile swift, yet the river of life more swift
Hope for life after this one is collectively upon you

Rising from the Highest Point

Standing upon a planet's highest plateau, they rose up
Built by a civilization aware of a moment, in perfection
The throne room stood, holding power of the ages alone
Stones accurately cut and placed tighter than any puzzle
Tombs of the kings, perfect dimension, offer connection
Those entombed can mark the way for us to find home
Have the Gods lived among us, have shared the way?
The peaks lead us, and now follow their beacons
The lights can be seen for centuries of miles

This ink will spill

Cancer took a toll upon my body, staph failed to kill me, but it tried
I bled ink all my life, a heart filled with black ink from soot and ash
My flesh burned inside from many moments of unstopped bleeding
It is not about being born different or mutants, it is not my strength
It is my weakness, I'm given a burning need, one that speaks at last
Being able to feel emotions isn't a strength, it doesn't help me cope
My flesh made of sorrow, my heart was woven in grieving stitches
I stare out upon all the injustice in life, as the poor never find hope

What I saw in your eyes

I haven't escaped. No, I've been forced to linger. Not knowing how you'd
thought of me, I couldn't just leave. Frankly, if in a different moment and
the pain remained, I might have let it destroy me. But I saw your eyes, and 
saw the future, I saw the children that we'd not yet had. It grieved me.
My life had been focused on me. You made me see more. I saw you...

The hopes I had, the dreams we'd find in sleep, some propel others to 
do great things or achieve. Seeing the children alive in your eyes, I am 
was called by nature, some say a clock, but God isn't limited by time

That destiny with you that I needed to fulfill. Those dreams of our future 
had not yet been filled. I saw who we'd create, meet, due to that a need to 
be together, I'd go there with you. I needed to find my need. My moment 
of purpose. Having a child would change me. From selfish to mature I 
needed this dream, I could see it, from my own selfish, personal need

Having so Many Lost Lives, I've become Exhausted

I've lived many different lives, simultaneously, without thoughts
For my flesh has a limit but my spirit endures, wherever planted
I've zero path I might follow that will allow my soul to flourish
Compartmentalized, I present my proper face, one you demand
Lost in the world I exist, so I leave my being wherever I'll walk
The memories of my many lives are not treasured, and soon, lost
Why bother to live? unknown, but I do know all life is wrought

A Slaughtered Engaged

We have used the golden threads woven by trust
To sew up the wounds of the warriors who fight
Given all of their lives as our honor turns to rust
A glow from radiation of souls leaving the night
We can watch as a slaughter reaches bloody end
A confluence of lives of all sides joined forever
The jumbled lives in death the true message sent
We have offered up the lives of youth in battle
The end beckoned, their bodies never mend

The Questions to Ask

Oh rich man, who is it that you now serve
Is it of the high ideal and to be a social elite
Or that you know how leaders serve people
And you will give graciously to help them
Oh rich man, does it even sorrow the heart
To see all the hungry and needy, and dead
Are you able to see that killing for wealth
Will not result in honor, nor a hope to save
Does a world you imagine include others
In roles other than servant, soldier or slave
Can you get the world to see a false globe
It reflects the desire, hunger, and smothers
Leaving behind others who might disagree

The Fire

Some possess fire inside them, a burning heart within
The creative process is motivation, and life is the fuel
Artists draw upon it, remembering it, seeing it clearly
Or as breath from nature, as a passion upon the wind
To burn without an outlet is painful, is perhaps cruel
When passion lights the path, it will leave one weary
To surrender leaves you uncertain, naked to the pain
The artist must obey the calling, obey that call to be
We live moments in true time but forever in dream

In a World of War

To choose a tyranny because it serves you
You'll be led to fail, to live without justice 
Choosing a path that will lead to suffering
You've chosen a violence to be your muse
The future, prepared, you're not the master
The world suffers your cruelty, your truth
You've tried to make it follow your leash
Revealing the most shallow beliefs

As The Night Revives the Queen

In the cold depths of a great hollow of the tomb
Lays a queen, unchallenged in power or in life
Her eyes stare open, as her corpse waits anew
For words to be spoken, for curses be broken
Life returns, youthful strength pulses through
Nothing less than a full obedience are tokens
Form turns flush with blood, in eyes now true
Sitting upright, muscles so lithe and so able
Staring her servants away, she has awoken
Needing nothing but her shroud, and a pulse
In the living moment, she thinks of death
She smiles knowing, taking her last breath
For it is time to take flight, leaving behind
In meaningless dream and deleterious things
Who would interrupt her sleep, life anew
Never wake her, before she lays dreaming
For now she reaches her sleeper chamber
Where it's dark, long prior made ready 
Here she returns, and her dreams burn
The spirits and emptied souls will pray
Preparing to live again in night's shroud
As her dead flesh turns gray, she lays
Sleeps her spells cast, on sacred ground
Planning her trip back, without sound

Into the Madness, I walk

A vast panorama of hollowed dreams and nightmares
Lending a soul burning cries, my flesh was screaming 
In echoes of lost civilizations, voices of so many dead
The cancer of hubris and hunger of emptiness, burning
Terror in memories distilled, sorrow beyond compare
Silence rather than hope expectations, fear dreaming
In one death over another is my paranoia's beachhead
Insensate madness, pain entrenched, Lazarus reborn
Life is isolation where the only engagement is scorn
My mind is overwhelmed by overwhelming torment

Torment Revealed by Screaming Flesh

My loyalty was made known, and yet they still didn't find comfort
They were used to having whatever they wanted, without coercion
We are the beings who may exist without master and without slaves
We are alive, and must breathe, sleep and eat, but that is automatic
From the outside are the things hovering near my being, addicting
Trauma that I self inflict and tragedies I survive are all abstraction
Aware of torment found within my dying flesh and my starvation

Hunted

Hunted, chased through the wilds
I'm still alive, if hidden in shadows
This world has begun to be a blur
They are chasing me, I am defiled
Flesh decays, my body in necrosis
Trapped by this existence's poseur