Resist the Urge

Resist the urge to flee
Be the boulder in the creek
Never moving, never leaning
Time wears away every edge
The force of water erodes all
Desire knowledge, always seek
Become humble, become meek
For you will inherit the earth
Never let pride lead you
To hubris
Or take a fall

Final Breath

Take a slow and easy final breath
If surrender is the only thing you can do
Does fear of defeat lead you from reason
Betrayal and treason of your well being
Offer a wide panorama of bad choices
But is it really going to lead you to death?
Surrender is the only thing you can do
If you wish to survive the threat
You'll be bloodied, you'll be scarred
Just realize that we do not win every battle
Even with the battles of the flesh
But we will endure
And win the war

Contagion

You can't hide away
Cannot bleed it out
A force deep inside
Unable to be tamed
Running wild in veins
You can breathe it in
It burns on through
If you survive,
It will still leave wounds
There is no way to be free
To kill it requires
More than we know
Contagion is fire
Contagion will kill us all
We are trapped in the mire
Of our own ignorance

I know their plan

Their belief is that nothing good comes man
And a hell inside burns, more than we understand
To judge us upon the emptiness inside themselves
Is to seek for hate to fulfill their infernal darkness
They can try but will never break my heart or soul
They'll try to break me but will never have control

Marvin was right, only love can conquer hate.

Our ships were dragons

Our ship, our dragon
Cuts through the waves
We move so quickly
That we are almost flying
Carried by the currents
The winds powerfully fierce
We refuse to relent
As we make our path
We hurdle swiftly
Towards a cold green land
The ice floes no obstacle
We are unwilling to fail
Vigilant and valiant
We hope to make Odin proud
And we offer our life
In utter sacrifice
We might die
But forever live in Valhalla
And there we fight
For our people
For our land
For our chieftain
For our Gods
Our names recorded in history
Victory or defeat
And should we live
Victory
And should we die
We find eternity

No text, no letter, no words

I tried to avoid the collision
Between the heart and mind
And I failed
I can't push back the decision
And so I'll die a bit inside
I'll be the nail
That gets pound down
I'll be the one
Who makes no sound
No tears
No sorry words
I'll try to save them
For when I am being loud
And I am alone again

Relationship Vampire

They never danced
He never once asked
And he wore a mask
Honesty became a task
She was trying to hang on
Couldn't stay there long
She wasn't that strong
She'd knew she'd be gone
He bled her white, didn't feel
Left her dying, only to bleed
He was resiliant like a weed
But vampires need to feed
He performed a masquerade
He did surgery without a blade
Trying to deceive, to persuade
It was over and too late

“Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.”  Salman Rushdie

Two together

Before the end
They sought escape
By spending time
Together with others
Each had a rendezvous
Romance for the moment
A fling, a last dance
It was now or forever
A moment before adieu
The passion reigns
Enter King Circumstance
Vulnerable now
But it wasn't love
Lives collide, then separate
Love means more
But it wasn't that
All they know
Is what they can see
Presenting before them
And they know nothing
Except what they feel
So cheers
Farewell
This is our last time
It is now or never

Desert of Life

As the time ticks unending
I walk in an ocean of sand
The torment is unrelenting
But I can't bear to make a stand
In the burning heat and the desolate dry
Walk my blistered feet, no tears to cry
Begging God to let the rain come
Let me finally be awash
Wandering for days on end
I am without rest
Driven by the quest
To resolve my undying questions
Am I a fool to fulfil the mission
Or am I just punishing my flesh
Am I imagining this pain
Am I truly without breath
Am I dying without knowing
Is pain the only proof of life
Am I even alive
Is there evidence that we exist
Or have I created this nightmare
And all my torture is in my mind

Dare not wonder

You closed your eyes
When I gazed
But do not fear
Should you ask if I still care
Dare not wonder, dare not
For I've never stopped
And your love is all I seek
My soul is now bared
Care not, never worry
My love has long been wrought
You have never fallen from grace
Your soul and mine once embraced
And I would still again fight
Every battle I have fought
You are my love
Long I have known
There is nothing but you
My love for you has ever grown
Never lessoned by time
Ever grown
However measured inside

There is nothing in all the world I like better than the trumpet of the swan.”  E.B. White

Memories of Valor

We were slaughtered by the foe with steel and speed
Driven across the steppe, Slav and Hun would meet
The golden fields of wheat unharvested and bold
We fought for our people, never for silver or gold
When the Hun moved west, we had lost but won
The Hun was unquenched, thrived upon killing sons
Driving the opponent from the golden fields
Death was their harvest, conquest the yield
They were not a people who would settle for less
Even the empire of Rome would fall, failing the test

Cry anyway, it is the truth

Them telling you not to cry
Doesn't mean they mean well
A fake world will come into view
All they want is for you to lie
You need to deny their hell
Living a life fulfilled and true
They sacrifice all for the disguise
So reject the garbage they sell
They are lost but you have a clue
Never let them win
Never let them convince you
That the lie is all there is to live for
They live in a masquerade
And never let the mask fall
You never wear one
Because the honesty slays
The honesty saves
Their mask steals from them
Giving them a false existence
Unable to be redeemed
They hunger to be clean
But will never be
The lie is a complete misery

Serenity

I hear your voice inside whispering to me
Telling me there's a world waiting for me
I remember when I first heard your name
Time passed since, I'll never be the same
Cannot forget your presence or your scent
I'm quite aware you've been Heaven sent
You are my evidence of life's excellence
But it has not always been the case
That life is good, or promising
I live in a world that longs to destroy me
Every second a new thing will annoy me
But you've given me serenity
You are my love, my hope for rescue
Amidst the lies and misery, you're all that's true

“One's not half of two; two are halves of one.”  E.E. Cummings

In the Depths of My Soul

The past is gone and I can't change what was done
I was wrong and time between us talking too long
Forgive my stupidity, I'm without charms or lucidity
My regrets are legion, and my words were treason
If I could speak truth just once, I'd make the plunge
I'd try to let you know that in the depths of my soul
I deeply burn with the desire to know you are whole
Well and healed of the effects of my foolish words
I'd long to be your blessing rather than your curse

“There was a long hard time when I kept far from me 
the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I 
was quite ignorant of its worth.”  Charles Dickens

Mystery

I have lucid views of the loss of the earth

Leaving me shaking, still wet from birth

I'm an orphan, broken away, now I am lost

The curse burns in me, I can't bear the cost

Sorrows linger, the fears still echo in me

I pray one day to escape this ego in me

Your words are an orchestra, an elegy

Yours is a love letter, a tale of mystery

Nothing remains, tell me once again

Why you invited me to this misery

Wind blows Sand

The wind whips through the sky
Leaves take flight and launch into the air
The tears are blown from my eye
The scent is fresh, not at all like musk
Dry like a desert, the worm is in his lair
The beast is alive, power is lust
This path will end some day soon
The wanderer passes, the villagers glare
Spread before us can be seen as doom
The pain of loss is evident
In the faces of everyone
Nothing but torment
And promise of oblivion
With no guarantees
For even that
An emptiness transforms the moment
Of nothing in particular
Into dread

In the Courtyard I am the Jester

They surround me walking nakedly
Crazily, fighting for a scrap of food
Unconcerned for safety
Or for the fact that they are nude
The king holds imperial court here
And these are his people
I am his jester
I speak the voice of doom
These are the voices
The king never hears
Even as a black cloud gathers
Even as destruction nears
For I am his jester
And nothing I say makes sense
But I speak honestly
About the dangers
From a place of innocence
Without pretense
So gathered people
Blessed strangers
Tell me, if you prefer happy things
Upon which to think
Would you also prefer hemlock
To be your drink?

Am I Meat?

I have a question to confess I don't know the answer
Is it that we are all meat without spark inside
Are we alive or machines
Do we sleep for rest or simply to dream
I wonder if I'm worthless
If this is all we truly are
Random flesh and pain
Compulsively breathing
With no particular purpose
Still covered with scars
Feeling washed by the rain
No, it is not random, it is worth believing
In life with a purpose, and finding joy
And finding beauty that leaves me wordless

Minefield

When all you do is grieve it feels like you are dancing in a minefield. You spend all of your time screaming in silent mass. Your flesh is tortured by the sorrows. This life is a nightmare, then the testament is unsealed. Into the abyss I've been cast.

This soul is shrouded in darkest shadow.  This pain is more than I can bear. So these words are my last you'll hear... When you left all I had were the shallow beliefs of a fool,  the nightmares of the depressed and a reality of existence that is cruel.

I'll never pass the test and when I am finally done, let the rains pour down, let oblivion come.  I spit into the wind, my soul is black within. I'm ready to leave, at last my final moments are begun.  The clouds of black smoke rise, reality obscured by the din.

“There is nothing in human affairs that is a true subject for ridicule. Beneath comedy lies the ferment of tragedy; the farcical is but a cloak for coming catastrophe.”  Gabriel Chevallier

Choose?

Like bringing in the sheep for slaughter
Worshipping a "holy" one on the altar
There are people who desire control
Trying to take ownership of a soul
A media means of changing the mind
Manufacturing thought, how to decide
The world is open for the theft
Of whatever innocence is left

A Maze of Stupidty

Trapped in this desolation
Contagion of this civilization
I caught the isolation disease
Steals your heart and replaces it
With the fears of nothing
Being left to my own devices
My world fades from view
The mind creates something worse
A single light in the darkness
Aimed at the endless pit
Our fears imbued
So sorrow my life
I know the truth
There is nothing
But the maze of stupidity
There is no clarity
Only haze and fog
Tell me about your God
Does he save the suffering
Does he make life worth living
Why are we here
Is there a reason for my pain
What is the reason for anything

Peter

Waiting for the time to breathe
As my flaws play out masterfully
My flesh lingers in a place of decay
While my mind and spirit fall away
The fallow fields of judgment echo
Our world stops for our toxic ego
Why does it matter if we all die
My inner voice is all but wise
There is nothing inside me
That can ever redeem me
It is finally the time I take a break
From this toxic mental state
I'll just sit back and drink my Grainbelt
As the long winter's snow begins to melt
I'll be warm until it does
I have cats who nuzzle
This world won't last forever
So I'll just embrace being together
My cats don't know how full of shit I am
I'm a fat old man
Who thinks he's Peter Pan
So take me home to Neverland
Take me home to Neverland

When the Breakout Begins

When the world is on fire, and war is the common threat
Those in power often shrink from blame or from shame
But General George S. Patton had paid the cost of his wrath
Slapping soldiers, fought the press, various political foes
Many thought him rash, vulgar, an angry indignant prick
But he believed in fighting through the direct path
One with the most enemy dead, no longer with breath
He was hated by some, but feared by the enemy
He made mistakes, but was respected for his strategic mind
And was feared for that by enemy leaders he'd opposed

“War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you, and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do! I don’t want to get any messages saying, 'I am holding my position.' We are not holding a goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly, and we are not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy’s balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time.”  George S. Patton

The Day after D-Day

Every quest has a goal that is sought
Each war has broken lives as a result
For every victory, there is a defeat
For every life lost there is a funeral
Winners and losers co-mingle
On the fields where they'd fought
Creating a world with great sorrow
Over the many losses
But perhaps greater hope
For the blood they've shed
A sacrifice offered, so great the cost
Victory created a new world
Over the old world
One which violence had wrought

Beginning of the End

Every war hinges upon one moment
Before which, the end can't be seen
After which it all seems inevitable
But the courage required to arrive
Means many, perhaps millions died
And the nation kept marching
Kept fighting
Kept believing in the goal
To reach that place
Required bravery
Required resolution
And trust in the coalition
Of nations bonded in the fight
The world would change
It had to do so
Evolution comes with a price
And it is not always easy to pay

“You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have
striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The 
hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. 
In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on
other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war
machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of
Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.

Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well
equipped and battle hardened. He will fight savagely.

But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of
1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats,
in open battle, man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their
strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home
Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions
of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men.
The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to
Victory!

I have full confidence in your courage and devotion to duty and skill in
battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory! 

Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great
and noble undertaking.” 


Dwight D. Eisenhower

We are all made of steel

Fighting alone, with no savior, die or find victory
Comrade Stalin is our example, his name is steel
Our people forged this nation from revolution
Bloody disintegration, war, starvation, hatred
Surviving the greatest fires, slaughter, and disease
Fighting against counterrevolution of the Whites
And fighting against the Allied Intervention
An actual invasion by our former friends
Of our homeland, our blessed Motherland
We knew where we stood, lives would end
Knowing the cost and aware of the price paid
Fathers, sons, mothers daughters still missing
This is our path, committed to our movement
We were given no margin of error, we bleed
But we'll not retreat, we only fight, live or die
We will always move forward, never stop
Refusing to fail, never letting our energy lag
Upon the wheat fields or snow we advance
We shall plant our flag upon the Reichstag

Redemption

If you live, some day you have to die
Is it up to you, to embrace your life
An end comes, but not before you live
Make your way through, love and forgive
When this day and life is finished, be free
This life I've lived is ready to be redeemed
Oh Lord let me live, by letting me die
But let me know that death is a lie

Extinction is the rule

Without a record of how humans survived

Each previous era ending in catastrophe

We should stare at the stars and wonder

How did it happen that we became modern

What kind of miracle was it that we arrived

Were we Faust and danced with the devil

It was a miracle we escaped nuclear wars

Now, somehow, we've made it out alive

How can we all escape the next disaster?

Will we reach a place and know it's time?

Does destiny exist, can we escape our fate

If extinction is the rule, what does that say? 

Can we endure the ignorance of our kind?

How long before we're doomed?

Or are we the sole exception

Have we found the answer

Only to find it is now too late?
Forsaken, perhaps, we are
Or maybe instead a positive future looms?

From A Distance

A waiting threat hovers above the ocean
Fire in this body of flesh, burning, rages
From a distance, it rumbles, it approaches
Mass of black clouds pregnant with rain
A heart stopped up with hurt emotions
If precipitation falls, the fire will be slain
So much downpour bears a power ferocious
It takes time, as the expectations reign
When the final bell tolls, the fire dies
No longer wild, stills my heart inside

Dust

In this mechanized paradise
Of glass, tubes, electrical wires
We see the world from a different place
As if we are the highest culture ever known
But what we are is fallen, in barren tombs
Emptied from the first, our life is a curse
We stand over the dead flesh of the corpse
We have tired of the lies and inquisition
So tired of being told of the great fire
That burns inside the minds of scientists
But there is nothing like that here
They stopped thinking by command
There is only desolation and emptiness
Vile dreams that architects achieved
We stand knee deep in the fetid flesh
Of a world that once was vital
And now beats an inorganic beat
An anthem to the cyberlords
And masters who register our names
Replacing them with unique numbers
In an effort to tame us, to shame us
For all we did, without knowing
What we did to the others
Where are the living beasts
Now only exist in memory
Data cards and electric images
No organic wasted life forms
Complicated remains
And yet we are dust
We are nothing
No rebellion
No anger within
Our leaders speak of words
Never action
We are flesh captured by lust
Given identifying numerical tracking
So we might labor
And never be mistaken
For every other
Who looks exactly like us
There is no justice
In computers we trust
Let us worship
Our great overlords