For his Pleasure

As if my spirit was to be flensed in a slaughterhouse
My dead flesh had then been carved, and offered up
It was for the pleasure of the emperor, who hungered
As he amassed treasures, his pleasures, and his clout
I was broken for his enjoyment as he then lathered up
He lived lavishly, richly he appreciated as I suffered
The emperor isn't alone, our world is made of greed
I was nothing but a person and I was made to bleed
My words were thought lies, my truth met with doubt
There was nothing I could do, I was turned inside out
And whatever I might do, my words could not prevail
In the eyes of all, I had constantly failed
And whatever I would do
The emperor's view was seen as true

No worries

As I've no regrets
I'm quite happy to leave
No need for rescue
If my heart stops
No need to worry
Thanks, no, I'd rather die
I could live all over again
And never see peace
I'd rather pass
Than live a million lives
Over again
Dump me now
In the cold blessed ground
With a deep hole
Dug properly deep
Inside for me
With all my secrets keep
The darkness, cold and wet
Protected
By an oblong pine box
Oh yes I'll forever sleep
Undreaming, unworried
Just think of the relief
No more sorrow
No more pain
No more torment
God blesses me
With the knowledge
That the end is not the end
This life is not the one we get
I'd not take a chance to live again
If in the end I'd remain here
And my soul escape
My soul cannot be sold
It lives forever
I won't be here but a moment
As I prepare to be freed
This world, this flesh is old
And the spirit ever renews

The One

There was a person who changed my life
Despite being in a world where I'd be hated
She wasn't perfect but gave me hope and drive
Twice abandoned by those sharing my name
DNA isn't love, nor is it a promise of the same
Without the one who cared, I'd not have survived
And it is important for me that I remember her
I'll never forget her
Even if I lose every thought in my brain

 

KAPO

The concept of Holocaust is one of extreme depravity and hatred
It functions due to behaviors of trapped humans in an isolated Hell
For every SS soldier and power, there had to be many accomplices
From political whores, to power lovers, each filled with darkness
Funktionshäftling collaborated, helping the Nazis, helping Satan 
Trading the lives, hope and comfort of others for their own safety
In any group you know they are there, ready to sell out all humanity
They'd sell their mother for gold, or food, for refuge from the flood
But it hurts more coming from those who bear kindred, your blood

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I Promise

I'd carry you to safety
Walking demon infested trails
I'd lift you until exhausted
Above the surface
Of the crashing flood
And of all travails
I'd carry you
Until my flesh gave up
Until I died from trying
I'd carry you
With my flawed flesh
And tired arms
To save you
To protect you from any harm
I promise
I'd never let you fall
My word is my bond
I'd carry you until I died
You'd be safe
I'd be your castle
I'd be the wall
I'd be the mountain
I'd heed your call
I am not immortal
I am not a god
But I am devoted
Whatever I possess
Whatever gifts or skills I still have
Are yours
And whatever you need
Whatever I can get
I'd give you all

 

Sleeper

She is still sleeping
Like she had for days on end
Dreaming there and dreaming again
In our time she'd so little life left to live
It was time for her to move on and forgive
She was ready
She knew what was promised
And the matters of her past
Would be completely erased
In the perfect moment
When she gets to taste
Eternity
The open door waiting there
So ready
And she was so prepared
For that moment, just living
For others, giving everything
So that she'd be there
Walking through that open door
In that second
When her name is called
And time stops ticking
She will go
Into the unknown
And she'll be restored
And every dream she ever had
Pales in comparison
To what she now knows
Where there is no pain, and hope echoes

Mischa, Sacred Shadow

I could hear you walking on the carpet
From hundreds of feet away
You could hear us say your name
Come running to welcome us home
You were our beloved
Companion of infinite worth
A creature of exquisite character
And absolute beauty
Mischa you are gone
But you live inside my heart
You are beyond my reach
The healing hasn't begun
Since you left
There is nothing to replace you
Since you've been taken away
There has only been pain
I loved everything about you
Your gentle touch
Your loving heart
Your brave untamed nature
Someday we'll be together
Again, in the forever
I can't wait for that time to start

Untouched by Emotion

I remember when I said I love you
And you said thank you, so coldly
My eyes grew blurry, and I reeled
Nothing left of heartfelt emotions
I was in so much pain I glowed
But you didn't care
You just know, all that's real
I wasn't worth the time
Nor the investment
To believe my words
To you I was a stain, a curse
So I'll let you finally decide
I am finished
My wounds are sealed
With scars
Pour yourself another glass of wine
So you can feel something
Standing above this sort of thing
The idea of love is beneath you
And you stand above it all
Staring down at the peasants
Who might possibly feel

Sorry I can't Smile

I'd love to be able to say
I am happy and I'm hopeful
With every single day
But I've never been
Able to see the sun
Upon the opposite horizon
And its rise
Announcing a new day
With any sense of hope
Or even happiness
I live here
With a sorrow
It never relents
I have to wear a disguise
I wear a mask to survive
To get through each moment
Forgetting the torment
Forgetting the fears and pain
And that voice
Calling me to suicide
I can't promise for long
Too deep here
In this final masquerade
This life has a legacy of its own
One of disaster
Missed opportunities
Everything gone wrong
I'd love to be able to say
I've got everything I need
But I can't hide the fact
I am dying with every breath
My heart bleeds
And I hear the call
Of Death calling my name
So I kill the pain
However I can
Waiting for the sun to rise
Again
I try to live a new day
Starting over

A Garden of Dust

Maybe I think too much
I heard you talking to somebody
While in the deepest sort of dream
You seemed so happy, so joyful
I realize you weren't dreaming of me
There's a secret you barely keep
You would rather have coffee
And lay out upon the porch
With sushi for lunch
With someone else
Laughing at his humor
Giving his face a gentle touch
Smiling at his eyes
How they glisten
Oh how they shine
But he'd just be like everyone
With you for other reasons
Than his ability to listen
Or be patient
When you scream
When you punch
My life is devoted to you
But it hurts
To know what's true
My life is working in your garden
But all I eat is the dust

Thorazine Didn't Work

The thorazine didn't work, I can still think
And Lithium did nothing but turn me inward
They put me in the mad house to shut me up
I still have a voice, blinded but I won't blink
Rolling around a padded room, brain injured
Calling out to Scotty to finally beam me up
This world is evil, the sounds hurt my brain
I'm an alien, living in a land that hates me
I'm a pariah, where only madmen debate me
Let me be free, loosen these restraints
Let me speak freely again
For a god did create me
And I have a purpose
Let me go, let me be free
Let me serve my duty
As my Lord sees for me

Master of the Dreamlands

Though his flesh is generally small
Compared to the beasts and machines
His way gives notice
As he moves without sound
His steps are silent
Though he is powerful
His presence creates holy ground
And his voice makes listeners sacred
For in this domain he is king
He is master there, he is lord
His dreams are ancient
His faceless eyes become his sword
Only his logic is convincing
His mind is the world's maker
Alive in dreams now waking
He saved those now forsaken
His wishes become reality
In Dreamlands his voice
Is the sound of heaven
And his home found in
A great mother tree
Divinity within reach
But when offered he demurs
For his dreams cannot be stopped
And the waking lands
Offer no joy
To dream is his homeland
To be there
His hand, gentle
His heart, merciful
His flesh perfect
Alive without regret
Here he lives
Where his feet walk upon the perfect land
As his head touches the wall of stars
In his flesh without unbroken by scars
His will frees the damned
Giving a voice to the voiceless
And choices to the choiceless
His way is most high
And fair to one and all

The World is finite

This beautiful world is finite
Alive, breathing now
But some day it will end
Her children all live and die
But beyond the toll of life
We become foolish
Everything that can be used
Is used up
Is taken, wasted
And thrown away
We are short sighted and fecund
Whatever we desire some day
Enters into full use, and waste
From pristine to epic decay
Revolutions have no greater cause
Than to replace those in power
The leaders of the orthodoxy
Will be never forgotten
For their leadership
We must rise
Become the soul of revolution
As we live in a world ill begotten
When it should be holy
Living in shadow
Eating what is rotten
Anything innocent defiled
Anything good is spoiled
Children become a commodity
The orthodoxy has a plan
To kill the world
Replace it with machines and man
They all replace joy with money
They've poisoned the planet
They deserve to be ignored
As we all deserve to be forsaken
Our world endures but it is breaking
By our own hand

 

 

Fuji

Fuji stands majestic
Beautiful and solid
Fantastic and virtuous
Perfect and dangerous
Fuji I stand in awe of you
Seeing your face
I am left enthralled
Nothing but your grace
Nothing but your mercy
Allows me to endure the call
To fall upon my knees
Praying to be taken
To enter your orbit
Serving with passion
Of the sacred and great

One Kiss

It may be
That one kiss is not enough
No dream can make it real
I've longed for just a touch
But you weren't here
And in my dreams
You were there
In my heart is love
But you can't feel it
If you don't know me
If you don't want my being
It just isn't fair
I know that I have to let it go
I know it is better to dream
Than be forever denied
Let your heart hope
Than be dead inside
Forever wanting
Forever needing

Demanding My Flesh

This world demands my flesh
Wants a penny for every breath
I've nothing of worth, I can't pay
If I did I'd damn sure want more
And for far more than I've had
If the opposite of my life is death
I believe I can make an argument
How is it fair? Why am I always last
What is there besides food and pain
What is there but sleep and work
What is there but this crooked path
Others seem to have been prepared
Compared, at least, to me
I'd surrender but I haven't fought
I'd give in to entropy
My life was never wrought
With the balance or hope
With the necessary peace
I've struggled to dream
And to finally escape
The wages of your wrath

The Simplest Reality

We are not unique in our existence
Everything that lives will also die
We have a way to endure, and choose
Or to simply end and fade away
Truth is revealed by persistence
The more we seek, we shall find
Our flesh, decays, now turns blue
Yes we'll see a new different day
With a revelation, of simple truth
We are not God, God is not man
In time we will be changed inside
And forever given a new form
By finality or grace of his hand
What has been begun will then end
Yes flesh fades, but a spirit lives
Learn now, seek more, move
Find forgiveness, it is divine
Our spirit will transcend
Our being transformed
We will be renewed
And be restored

Woven truths

A manifestly singular manner about them

How they bled and mixed their meanings

Weaving the permanent and sacred words

Providing a window of joy or epic sadness

Their creation was a sort of poetic zen

With Percy's plague of waking dreams

Lord Byron's flawed heroes and swords

Perfect economy in WCW's Red Wagon

And with Ezra, such an exquisite madness

When I read their words I entered freely

Into the most splendid, luxurious palace

And my feeble mind was left reeling

From a determined profound contagion 

That has never left me, while I shall die 

Words that I write will fall ever forward

And they themselves will be never dying

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: 
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” 
― Percy Bysshe Shelley

“They never fail who die in a great cause.” 
― George Gordon, Lord Byron

“Time is a storm in which we are all lost.” 
― William Carlos Williams

“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial
indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.” 
― Ezra Pound

Love

If you have a purpose, labor is not work
And our lives become a kind of message
We work to become what it is we create
I believe what matters in life is our love
Everything else dies, will become static
Forgive your flaws and forgive others
Work to create love, beyond anything
Let your love reach far and be everything
Let your love provide comfort and hope
To every single living being

All that matters is love and work. — Sigmund Freud

The Thick Undergrowth Hides Disaster

Whether in Germania, or Dacia
In Syria or Thebes, we were beaten
Every road passed through chaos
Walking through grass paths
Once forgotten but now used
Their travel was watched the entire way
Into a maze of brush, thick, tangled
Where last stands and hold outs fled
Forsaken of hope, and desperate to live
A thick undergrowth inexorable, thorns
Untamed, wild, sharp, fierce bleeding
Now they are the broken, the scorned
Always the Legions in look were awesome
After a time there was doubt in our way
For an empire would soon be fallen
All the riches earned but not inherited
Once great, but failure almost inevitable
As a river of ruin had now run its course
The Legion's pride in empire didn't matter
Proud sons of senators and farmers slain
And lives of worth and warriors shattered
A tapestry of futures became unwoven
Millennia would pass before recovery
No recognizable empire in Rome would rise
For they lost their empire in the wars
Between Barbarians and Romans
And Romans against Romans
Soon they become weary
And some say, they had poisoned souls
Between Civil Wars and Invasions
They'd become their worst enemy
So how could they think
They'd write their own history
When to the victor go the spoils
And the right to write the tale

Warsaw 1972

In a busy Warsaw cafe, they had coffee, talking, flirting
Smoking cigarettes bought from the Soviet soldiers
They smiled, living in a way that was entirely free
The state could steal hope, but we could still think
Gazed into the others eyes, with fire that smoldered
Thought in their minds, why worry while we can be
Alive together, in this moment, there'll be no others
Love can be celebrated between you and me

Pharaoh's Broken Heart

Two people living as one
But one was powerful
The other served as slaves
Egypt refused to allow the Jews to leave
For as slaves they were assets to the state
Called by a messenger, named Moses
To go upon a journey,
They'd find their home land by G-d's hand
Demanding to be freed
If the Jews continued to exist in slavery
Would be countered by curses
The land, the animals, the health of the Egyptians
Would come to woe
The two people had a dynamic relationship
And the forces at work led to greatness
Each curse rained down
And after each the Egyptians expressed denial
But the refused to free their salves
When the worst curse of all was enacted
In each of the homes of Egypt
The first born was to die
This curse stole the life of Pharaoh's own
The Jews then fled
The angel of death was not vengeful
Rather, she acted according to her purpose
To be the divine hand's active agent
In the land of the Pharaoh and the Nile

They Divorced

He said, in his clearest words
I find no comfort in my pain, as usual
With no good answer for the torment
We've both experienced
I can't bear the cost of loving you
My life must go on, and yours does too
I wonder what the point of anything is
Why bother when love is the problem
We lingered there in the echoes
Of both of our competing egos
The fears and anger smothered
Sucking wind from our lungs
We cannot breathe in the misery
And as our lives pass by
Giving back our rings
Changing everything
We've given up all we have
There's no more "I'll try"
Without a moment of hope
I keep staring at the photos
Of that day when we promised
"To love forever"
Reaching as far as allowed
We'd do it together
We said, Yes, I will always
So where are we now?

Share the wealth, share the pain?

By your every step being measured
With every thought you have betrayed
For the reasons that it was all lost
Due to your contemplation of cost
Is this all that this life made you pay
Would it then lead a world to go insane
What you give shouldn't be an equation
Of what you do to relive moment of joys
In order to receive all your sins forgiven
How can you give to others if all you do
Counting what you win, and what you lose
You cannot morally measure the truth
By calculating return of investment
Or the worth of having paid your dues

Watch

Aloft, a group stares down
On most days they just watch
Letting humans entertain them
But this time, as they watch
Nothing seems to be going on
No movement, no sounds
Just a stasis of existence
Or a matrix of resistance
The world is thick with life
Each form pursues a path
Known only to themselves
Humans have their hives
But today, they are silent
Apparently they are alive
There's nothing happening
Seemingly abandoned to fate
As the pigeons anxiously wait

Words From the Master

There are those voices that resonate with all
While other voices that divide those listening
If truth isn't a choice, options are not offered
Truth exists regardless of the belief
Doesn't care for your understanding
The truth doesn't care about honor
It isn't worried about what others think
It is, and simply exists
An audience is not composed of prisoners
Each has the mind to accept the information
It has a choice to consider it
Whether they see it as false or true
False from a sincerely wrong source
Or truth from a false messenger
Whatever the reasons
If they believe or disbelieve
They will do as their own mind leads
As it should be
For the mind cannot help but ponder
The greatest mysteries of our being

Enough for now

I kept going as you fell away
I was told not to question
I was told just believe
As I missed your hand raised
Asking how far will this be
I assumed loving was knowing
And I knew
I assumed once there
I'd never be unsaved
You had rescued me
And now
You'd had enough
No more love
Nothing even like touch
Nothing could change
But your mind did
And I have nothing to offer
To get you to stay
Nothing to say
So farewell my love
I'll remember your name
Even as it burns on my lips

The final entry

Before the world changed, we'd grown stagnant
In the face of disaster, we fell amongst our own
While the human species long believed itself great
We'd no other species to compare ourselves too
We needed to ignore our myth, remember truth
We forgot our roots, our species rose from beasts
As our intellect grew, we stood upright
Aware, intelligent, on two feet
We watched and recognized our ascendant place
Other primates were stronger, but not as bright
In need, we learned to use tools, we planned
Communicated by speaking, and by thinking
We pursued scholarly knowledge, split the atom
Humanity reached space, we'd scored a victory
Humanity developed a presence, near earth orbit
We believed that we successfully, fulfilled destiny
But when we encountered a new form of life
We wildly celebrated, no longer alone
We also believed ourselves superior
For when the alien language translated
First contact was not what we'd thought
The first life form encountered were pawns
Meek, small, dull of thought, and subservient
For when we thereafter met the mother species
We faced an intellect far greater and powerful
We imagined that they were somehow like us
For we believed our kind to be a genius
They saw nothing in us actually worthy
They'd never declare us to be kindred
Every disaster of first contact replayed
We acted, as always, like militant beasts
And moments after the short war began
All of the other species acted in concert
They perceived our weakness and acted
We were crushed, vain, ignorant fools
From the pressure of the contact
And mother race guiding us
We'd reverted back to a bestial self
In this encounter, we were the primitive
Nothing we could do
And nothing we would do
Could ever change that

Imperfect

I have tried for a lifetime
To somehow achieve perfection
But I fail more than I find victory
My failings won't be redeemed
I see my savior hanging on the tree
I can't trust in my own resurrection
With my savior hanging there for me
Instead of the lie
That I can continue to live
By my own rules
Or that I can somehow live
In a fashion perfectly
I can accept that I was saved
By that I can finally be freed
But I remain a prisoner
In this cloak of flesh
I am unworthy, I know
I'm ready to believe

Heal

You don't have to forgive anyone to heal
You needn't forget the cause of injury
Forgiveness does allow you to grow
But if your body is still bleeding
You aren't celebrating victory
Nor are your spirit and soul
So first make sure you can ascend
Before attempting to actually fly
Otherwise you will fall or crash
Don't enter the eternal descent
Don't fear the tears you cry
The sorrow will not last
First you must escape the mire
And then, only if you are able
Release the darkness inside
And forgive

How the Orphans Cry

So many the years the innocent wait
Before any relief, before any hope
Before one taste of the cup of justice
The offer of such held out, but kept from reach
It is not revenge, not an act to settle a score
We need a new societal path
One that follows an accurate compass
Justice should flow without wrath
Without the need to beseech
Human justice seems imperfect
Substituting sorrow for one's actions
With the self fulfilling need for regret
By rule in forms de facto or de jure
We fail, in all forms of justice
Now we must ask for something more
For the orphans suffer in our demure
Waiting for judgment and satisfaction
By power acting according to a mission
Justice will clean the most clouded slate
A brutal existence, poverty of hope
Exchanged for something complete
A gift found in something pure

Artists and Demons

The demons that haunted Amy
Have haunted many other artists
Each with enormous talent inside
With hunger needing to be fed daily
Drugs and booze are heartless
Every addiction will have demands
Often leading the genius to suicide
And the public left to wonder
Why do they all die
All so young
Such a tragedy
Leaving by their own hands

Unfair Love

The distance between us
The silence of your touch
My love never stopped
But your love paused
Leaving me in grieving pain
For the lack of trust
And promises broken
The lure of lust
And fear unspoken
I can't understand why
I keep going back
When you are cold
I keep seeking your love
It is never enough
And now I fear
My heart is so dry
Lacking flow
So cold
It turns to dust
Waiting
Waiting
For hope to arrive
And I remain
There in the place
You and I know
Nothing I can do to escape
But wait for you
And your embrace

 

In this hole

Looking out from this place
I see only my sins within
And there is nothing worse
Than to disappear
Without a trace
As my roots try to dig deep
And still the flesh fades
I try to focus upon you
My only hope is sleep
Even there is the pain
It steals joy and hope
When I finally dream
I see you,
In all your glory
And I realize
The truth is enough
You are magnificent
I am simply present
I once knew your love
Though you're distant
I remember your touch
And it comforts me there
So far away

Breaking Heart

If you broke my heart
I can't remember
I wanted so badly to be
Loved
I wanted to be together
Without loneliness
I needed to be
Loved
I wanted forever
I needed more than what I knew
I wanted to be loved but
I also wanted you
So now where am I
Walking alone
Going to an empty apartment
You deeply occupied my heart
You became my home
And somehow
We failed
And I've lingered in that failure
I could do nothing to atone
Like a ghost who haunts me
Your memory, our history
In my mind comes and goes
As if I had a cancer
I am unable to heal
Alone

Operation Valkyrie: The Disastrous Failure

Since the end of the war people have asked the question
Why didn't the Germans themselves kill Adolph Hitler?
It'd seem so easy, they suggest, to have performed the task
The failures of the German people to kill their own leader
Is taken as being proof that they were somehow complicit
But that is folly, it's easy in hindsight to have perfect vision
Many tried and many failed, many were caught beforehand
A desire to kill him was common, but the ability to kill him?
He was surrounded by security, by military battalions of men
Hitler was indeed paranoid, among his other mental illnesses
But he knew he'd be opposed, even from the beginning
Effort after effort had failed
As the suffering of the people endured
He could've been stopped before Armageddon began
That isn't the way the events of the world played out
But he was not stopped, history has a way of happening
Humans have a way after events of blaming others
Especially when a devil in human form caused war
And the people of all sides were slaughtered

What if Democracy is a lie?

Many in the present day
Speak the word democracy as the highest call
But what if only a narrow definition of choice
Is all that will ever be allowed
What if the will of a mob cries out
To burn to death, or lynch someone
For the color of his skin, for his fluid gender
Perhaps a person with mental illness
Or a different, alien outlook
The crowd's screams and drum beats grow
Ever louder, deafening
The popular vote is not always just
If one is offended
It can and would lead to death
For those who are not like the others
One might agree with the crowd
Or believe in a will of good in all people
Without leaders and knowledge of the laws
We might feel able to make rash choices
While the innocent raise their voices
The will of the masses is moved by anger
And greed and envy to be their cause
It cannot be denied in our past
Foibles of human behavior
Have long been celebrated
The darkness within always entertained
If outrage turns to spectacle
And masses are in power
The rule of justice is stained
And equity will not be attained
Democracy alone is not an answer
The will of the crowd make it toxic
The drama of humanity must reach higher
With imperfect human minds
We can't reach that place
With a grinding need for revenge
We invite the state to commit murder
In fact, we beg the state to commit homicide
And will volunteer, in time

I can't get away

On an airplane, train or car
I couldn't get away far
Without being stuck
In the memory of you
Your love left me scarred
Looking up at the stars
I see only your ghost
I've had no luck
All my bad history
I remain unredeemed
And you know it is all true
So why go on living
Unless I am forgiving
Every day tears away
The intricate fabric of reality
You removed my heart
With precise surgery
Lied in court against me
Using perjury
Leaving me with nothing
But a saddened legacy
Of disaster and catastrophe
And a loveless existence

Twice a Day isn't bad

If a broken clock is right twice a day
What if the ultimate time counter is wrong
Catastrophes cause history to be erased
Cities and nation states an abandoned place
And human records of events are gone
Catastrophes burning leaves civilization
Our few safe havens enter nuclear dawn
In surviving minds, legends spawned
But earth will never escape
All accomplishments over time
Will be permanently lost
If the books have burned
If computers are fried
And we will all forget
But you must remember
Human often equals homicide
Given the means, even suicide
We must continue trying
For there is no choice
If we plan to survive

The Sun Rises Still

If there is a dead tree that stands
Silhouetted before a burning sun
Evidence of life on a dying world
It's still the evidence of existence
Planted there by a creator's hand
  Memories of life that is now shunned
Yet the planet always spins, it turns
The dying life offers little resistance
The tree remains, untouched, undone
Standing in silhouette in dead lands
For oblivion is begun

Between Those Lines

To read between the lines
Gives you a feeling of truth
That comes from the ultimate distrust
I've considered and have no reply
There is no proof
Only the vague promises of a future
With anger and dust
Breathing is no guarantee
Of anything but life
And who ever said
Every breath is worth the time
To take
So long as I believe
There is a reason to go on
Where can I go anyway
With my heart placed in the lost and found

The Midnight Castle Waits

Here upon the shores of the gray sea
There stands a great midnight castle

Walls shimmer in the summer evening

Waiting for the returning warriors

Returning from a local raid

War is part of the way of their life

Battle is part of every child's portion

Raised as orphans from the beginning

So the only loyalty is to the king

None who will test the defenses

Leave untouched or unwounded

The castle has no name

But that known in the warrior hearts

These warriors and their castle

Are a symbiotic union

One that beckons 

When the warriors are away
Calls to them in their deepest hearts
Gives them passion and preparation
To give their last ounce of effort
To defend this holy place

Addicted

My body aches for the hurting time
My being bled from the spirit crime
When my world became my prison
A life could be seen through a prism
I have an addiction, relief of sorrow
With only a scant hope for tomorrow
My flesh keeps being torn, mourning
The turn of every day brings morning
Neither drug nor pleasure can save me
The pain is never gone, it enslaves me
I would rather enter darkest oblivion
With no hope upon the next horizon

Farewell Until Forever

In the ancient lands of Egypt those given a funeral

Woven around the body a mummy's cloth and tomb

Would have had a status in society above common 

And still this was less than a promise of renewal

For the dead was gone to enter eternity's womb

A mummy might comfort the living, eternity is awesome

So none should pity the dead, only those left behind

For the enemy of the flesh is neither evil nor good

But the wages and costs of time

House of Mirrors

Trapped in a house of mirrors
I hate how it reflects my face
And my inner emptiness shines
In the gaze of a stone cold killer
Who knows the dreams I chase
Growing more vapid over time
How well do I know his name
He comes quiet in the night
With a will, a beast untamed
My soul, a bitter never relenting
Stained from life, descending

The Cost of War

The enigma of ongoing human violence cannot be solved
It is a mystery bound up in a heart, laden with misery
If we cannot cure our affliction, we will be consumed
War is a human disease that must finally be resolved
We must abandon our addiction to courageous history
We might not be able to escape from destiny or doom

Memories

In the past I was drunk upon the memories

Of our times when we'd built our legacy

I still long for anything that might remain

Hearing as they sing, announcing the day

But I was instantly aware that you'd gone

And however perfect my memories are

Your loss leaves me scarred

There is nothing left behind

That might heal my mind

Farewell

The Wall Approaches

With a rush and ascending notes
The choir and the trumpets blast
Comes thunder, a wall of darkness
Revelations a message he wrote
Prophesy in action, the final act
Our human minds empty and artless
Compared to the majestic starkness
Of a perfect onrushing damnation
That we guaranteed would happen
The end is near, the horsemen beckon
Stand back and watch, it turns black
The end is here, our path reckoned
Count each from the first to the last
Our kind passes from this place
We've had all of our chances
But now, we need to embrace
The end, the end, the end

Communion

Drink of this wine
From the holy vessel
Eat this bread it is of the body
It becomes the holy being
Sacred are these
It is done as an offering
Of contrition
It is done in memory
Of the Sacred gift of Heaven
Offered to all of our kind
With wine and bread
Tasted and upon the lips
Memory of the redeemer
Are held deep inside
Will they save you
From the toll of the dead
Why do you ask now
What comes from this
The sacred task
It is only from mercy
Ony from Grace
The act of forgiveness
Dwelling deep in the heart
Of the one who forgives
And gives absolution
To those wounded
And hope for a better life
For all in communion
With the holy