12 Crows: C'est Fini

Humans have known we're the apex predator for centuries
We've slaughtered, hunted, used for labor, senselessly slain
Thousands, if not many more, species, our fated legacy
We are blinded to a time when it will not be our day
We will not always be ascendant, failing our destiny
We've been given companions to guide us through the age
Given a beautiful planet, unimaginable potential wasted
We've not listened to companions or our friends
Imagining ourselves to be important, even great
Our hubris will be what we will be remembered for
There'll be a black mark upon our species' entire history
And our friends will suffer too, as they watch
For as long as humans feet have walked upon the earth
Our raven and crow companions have flown above us
They remind us that we are not alone nor should we be
Choices have consequence as opportunities are birthed
We believe ourselves great but we do not live for justice
Our arrogance has killed, the hubris is dangerous
It will lead to the extinction of many earth species
Including the extinction of our own
C'est fini
We live with the status of impermanence
The understanding of decay grieves us
And the serious flaws leave us empty
Guided by the fear and the lust in us
Our companions watch from aloft
Knowing our fate
Will be their own

12 Crows: 10

They've been our companions, they know our needs, calling our names
Been here with us since the dawn of creation, when earth was young
But we do not understand them and may fear them, despite our bond
As we defend our lands, they will watch, then fly above fields burning
And they'll lead us home, when we are lost, back to the place we came
They are not good pets, but good friends are never obedient, just loyal
We share our world with beings meant to watch, and we watch them
They have a spirit that is wild, in time they've finally made us tame

12 Crows: 9

Every life can be epic, with mythic truth vibrating within us
As the storms can be seen approaching, thundering, shaking
Ravens and their cousin crows refuse the inevitable soaking
Skies darken, as a group they all rise above the corn fields
Flying from the moment, the disdain comes from a torment
They have wisdom that we do not, and destiny is revealed
They've chosen their path, our own fate has been sealed
The sun and storms, the fields full of wheat, will live on
When all temporary cloaks of flesh, wither and decay
So we wait together with hope, for that final day
When we join each other in the distant forever
Living in the sun upon Elysium's horizons

12 Crows: 8

Over time we must now realize our weakness
Our lives have worth that will be amassed
Weighed upon the scales of our judgment
We were gifted with crow companions
We will endure after certain fashion
In existences measured by hope
Lives measured amidst disaster
Only those worthy will last

“It is better to risk saving a guilty person
than to condemn an innocent one.” Voltaire

12 Crows: 7

If the world were to end, what is the message we'd send
Do we exist at the pleasure of our masters or gods
If our lives are watched over by the ravens and crows
Is there one who watches over them, until the end
If our existence is ruled by passions and knowledge
But dreams have no ruler, whether we are wise or not
What is the question that we have that burns like cancer
Is it why do we exist, or is it, why do we bother to live
Do we give up, because we do not have the answers
Do we embrace our destiny, or are we consigned to fate
Do we learn to be moral, do we love and forgive
Or do we let our lives be governed by hate?

12 Crows: 6

What matters in life beyond the fields we see?
Does our cruelty to other lives mean anything?
Does our existence go on beyond our dreams?
Do gray skies above stop our ability to thrive?
If our wounds can be healed, will hope arise?
What can be done to be certain we survive?
What can be done to be certain we get enough?
There is one answer, we must commit to love
Our companions are loyal, and watch over us
And sooner or later, they see us fight for justice

12 Crows: 5

As they call out, speak to us, beckon us to reply
They watch our being, children of the most high
The ravens and crows are loyal comrades in life
Temporary life in flesh, inspired by God's breath
All that we are, they have seen, all that we desire, they dream

12 Crows: 4

We've spent lives in sorrow, pain and duty overwhelming us
As the worried crows and ravens watching, certain to tell us
We have nothing, only our fears, wounding us, dooming us
In our hearts, breaking our flesh, we are ruining this world
Aloft they view our forward progress, but time is unkind
And our flesh grieves our foolish choices, and will die

 

12 Crows: 3

Beneath the emptied skies are the vacant waste lands
We wonder upon their reasons for their solemn duty
The crows refuse to leave their station, our sentries
Friends watching over our safety, without demands
Aware of the cost of living, we've been dealt cruelty
Solitaire watchers, over our safety, here we'll stand
And await our portion of sorrow and joy

12 Crows: 2

The winds blow, the rains fall down, the true storm and drought are easy to find
It is the heart of man, is in the institutions of humanity, of our loss of innocence
The bestial violence of our kind, lead to extinction, we'll have need of a disguise
Our beings lost in the haze, the black smoke of the burning cities of our culture
A world burns with the fuel provided by us, we've nothing inside but lies

“On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening”  Bashō

12 Crows: 1

From the heights they watch, preparing to call our name
They've chosen to be friends, despite a deepening shame
They've seen humans die, they've seen our rise to fame
We've been forsaken by all others but the ravens remain
For the human Book of the Dead remains to be written
Standing with us in the snows, the burning heat or rain

12 Crows

At the turn of the human calendar, begins the new month
Our companions the crows fly, searching for a new home
They watch as we hunger, gaze deeply as we are stunned
Across the sky they linger, in winter skies they are alone
Cold leaves us moving slowly, our worries now expunged
In the Winter of time, I'll sleep and dream, long to be done

“We don't need the victim's entrails for their own sake, only for the sake
of the signs they convey. And we don't worship the crow or the raven --
we worship God who communicates by means of them.” Epictetus

When a Girl of 16 Years Old Saved France

It'd been a war that went on for decades
Aptly called the Hundred Years War
Fought between English and French
A young woman came forward
From the village of Domrémy
She bore a divine vision
How to save France
Brought before Charles VII
Not yet crowned the king
Counseled by advisers
To send her away
Not trust in her, send her off
He was moved, by her
Had the sense to say yes
Yes we need her, she was given a role
To end the siege of Orleans and at Patay
French forces came close to ending the war

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Love Poem 3,981,222,124

It is true
Most love poems have an allure
But love is different than words
However we may wish to think
Emotions can be a negation 
Uncertain in our hope for a love
Balanced by fear of hurt
Or for its permanent absence
But whatever love is
However pure it is
It is by two people, a negotiation
The results are not knowable
Unless or until we dwell there
Within its presence

Hope is Hard to Find

Staring into the void, the fire burning my eyes
Waiting for the end and end of all my lies
Replacing my dreams with nightmares
Watching as my heart and soul tears
I'll walk from now to tomorrow
And then do it once again
I'll do it alone, with no friends
The void is deep, it channels endless
And in that vacuum of compassion
We haven't anyone to defend us
I can't see the end of the road
It is long, there's little hope
The violent pull of the void is strong
Hard to fight it, as my hope is gone
The road ahead is covered in fog
The path forward is unclear
Why do I bother, what does it matter
When everything I am dies, shatters
What can I do to not become broken
Why have I always been the last chosen
If I have reason, if I have hope
Even if it might be futile
I try to tell myself it is near
Dig into the depths of possibilities
And there we find the answer
There will be an end to this
Someday, not far from here
I'll have time to hope when I arrive
My beautiful love, please forgive me
It isn't that I don't care
I've little left
Faith without realization
Leads one to despair
I promise you I'll be ok
Someday
In the end

Awakened Inside

There is chaos but there is a rhythm
Awakened by the madness I have inside
Breaking hearts are made manifest by sin
Forsaken cries of cities trapped in landslide
In making scars, I decay and I'm oppressed within

Midnight in the forest

In an empty forest, northern lights light the night
Now in this place, one can feel the senses fleeing
A palpable fear grows inside the murk of darkness
Air smells of decay, a howl sends the mind reeling
Endless dead of the trees, echoes of lives missing
What lives in this world, hidden from eyes that see?
It is in death that life renews, from the harvest
The deep driving roots feed restoration and trial
Human lives are similar, we thrive upon the test
And as the flesh passes, this spirit rises

Blood Drinking Queen

She imagines herself important, such foolish dreams
There in her throne, she complains no one helps her
Simultaneously, she'll spit on the ones who volunteer
No ambition to learn, but a great desire to be served
Upon a throne of bone, waiting on a precision machine
In time, she's driven a stake into the heart of everyone
In a world without vampires, she became their queen

Locust Swarming

When the end comes we have been told
Locust will rise from a hive in the earth
An era of violence, when hearts run cold
The locust attack as our hopes are dearth
As the Four Horsemen will ride this day
The seals broken, the lives taken away

Blessed by the Moment

It is clothed in glory, is very lithe and agile
Dancing in the water mist, as if a white veil
Embraced, it is beautiful as well as fragile
From a distance, it dances in the sun's light
Nothing less than a perfect kind of beauty
The moment lost, but trapped in memory
A creation exquisite, a symphony of life
I am humbled by the sight, moved, alive

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

Megalith

Standing before a grayish stone circle
From which the dead enter the gray
With this golden dawn, as the sun is rising
We can see sacred ground, a divine doorway
The gathering of the tribe is loudly chanting
They sing to send off a new sacred shadow
While the living will miss their comrade
All of his great love, humor, and stories
The gray is a dimension the dead explore
Only glimpses can be seen from a portal
But a limited glimpse that's still glory

At the end, we will lay there together

At the end, we shall lay there, together
Arriving in Elysium, we'll find Heaven
Our love in temporal life, stays forever
Hand in hand, the spirit is permanent
Just as the reaper brings the harvest
Our soul becomes our own reward
In our grasp, a life ever lasting

Clash of the Angels

Some readers do not realize that the enemy called Lucifer, was an angel
He was created by God for a purpose, given abilities and so beautiful
For beauty called the Bright Morning Star, created to serve, but prideful
Given the best of all things, he felt ennobled, enabled, and surely entitled
It is the same flaw humans possess, confusing the creator for the created
As the angels clashed in Heaven Archangel Michael had a role quite vital
Those who served, fought those who rebelled against a creator they hated
Michael struck down Lucifer, Bright Morning Star, beginning of a cycle
A war over domain of the created universe, the results found in the Bible

Left in the Dust of Collapse

The modern template for society is breaking
After the wars of the history of the human race
Along with reminders of the foolish path taken
We should be made to see all of the hubris
Violence solves only that which violence is able
The dead stay dead, whatever the dreams chased
Lives lost are lost for all of the love and wrath
Our nationalism and racism must be forsaken
Unless we change our ways forever
If not our children will repeat our errors
Humanity will be left in dust of a collapse
We do not have any sort of choice
We only have our vote and voice
We have to change

“Older men declare war. But it is youth that
must fight and die.”           Herbert Hoover

Failed Flesh, Broken Spirit

If she moves me, what can I say about that?
That I'm not moved? Am I made of stone?
Do I have to be silent, despite her appeal?
I'm made of flesh, blood, muscle and bone
When she comes near, I'll catch her scent
She moves me again and I find I'm alone
I'm exactly where I began, my heart rent
As I despair, my heart can find no home

No, I will rise

You expected me to fall and then never rise again
Yes I fell, but I will not give you the satisfaction
I will not live upon my knees before your throne
I refuse to be your poster child, I refuse starvation
From the outside I see that all your flaws are shown
I will rise, you will fall, with dreams devastated
Resisting an urge to seek revenge, I bear it in my bones

When Dragons Attacked

When the dragons returned
They covered the skies above
Why they came back, unknown
But results are facts to be known
If humans would try to make a stand
Dragons had a reply to the acts of man
With breath of fire, our cities would burn
Human forces fighting back weren't enough
And as a result the darkest age of terror began

Protesting the Asylum

When government discovered the protest, captured on grainy video
After it went viral immediately, police responded with a choke hold
Unequal freedom is wrong, and it needs to be held up to the light
Freedom for all requires the authorities to respect all of our rights
The Constitution of the US and Bill of Rights protect our freedoms
When we lose our freedoms, elected lunatics will run the asylum

Against The Tide

It was for the old gods that we'd fought and died
With castles and armies lost, an entire realm across
Fighting against the violent wave, with our lives
Fresh upon our flesh and shield, we wore the Cross
We battled to save a land, against the rising tide
Holding a cross in our hand, our savior paid our cost

“Non nobis solum nati sumus. (Not for ourselves
alone are we born.)”  Marcus Tullius Cicero

For the Men in Armor and their Leader

Wearing official looking uniforms and badges
They presume themselves to be the authority
Arming themselves and ban the right to resist
Holding power, but they've not been elected
We're allowed only false choices, false laws
And far worse, allowed only false leaders
By our apathy we've enabled our abusers
To rule over us, with violence, impunity
We'll be doomed before we know it
But our children will show the results
If we do not stand up to the autocrats
If we don't fight their cruel armies
We'll have nothing but stunted lives
Lived for the pleasure of the brutal men
With nothing but bread and water to eat
As we fight the cockroaches and rats
For the scraps we've worked hard to earn
For the self appointed emperor
And all of his black cloaked men

A Global Warning

Humanity will rise to meet the challenge
We will survive the present threat
All of our world's events
If we are told that the world will die
This human species will yet endure
Despite all of the warnings
The bad leadership, and the lies
If we're trapped in the mire
It is not the end
We must escape, if our future is dire
If all of our dreams are shattered
We will still survive the storm
We'll not go extinct
If our thoughts become scattered
Focused upon false beliefs
Focused upon historical failings
We'll live yet
With a manifest energy
We'll transcend the past
Open space before us
Our future will soar
Our spirit is still alive
Earth's children will thrive
This generation will not be the last
We'll die fighting destiny
And refuse our portion of fate

Stealing Rights, Stealing Power

Hour by the hour, America is becoming unfree
As tyrants have been stealing all of our power
In our lives we've rights, ones they hope to steal
And in the corner, as a frightened child, we hide
From abusive elective officials and their gang
To create a leviathan, that will crush our rights
For an over mediated, hyper medicated society

“When one with honeyed words but evil mind
Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.”
      
                                                            Euripides

I have a number, not a name

Coding the new system to recognize the violence
Reading code, to apply the core physical science
The world doesn't know the system used for control
It exists, it is there, it is inherent within our soul
I was labeled with a number, my name the answer
Ready to fight my way out, the system was cancer
Please don't let me drown, pulled down by waves
I won't survive the impact, kind words don't save

“Programs must be written for people to read, and only
incidentally for machines to execute.” Harold Abelson
 

The Mask of Beauty

What is beauty, what is perfection, what do we think is good
Is there a way to rise, is there a way to find ultimate truth
Our society prefers to think that beauty is something to use
For reasons of perversity, but also of inequity and disguise
We wear a mask, and are liars, we see the beauty and smile
Just know our eyes lie, marking us as fools without guile

The Eye

The comet strikes, leaving a trail of stardust
In the lens of the camera, the eye of the artist
Is the creation of an image, a form of birth
The Earth rotates on an axis, always turns
Whatever we want, whatever we might do
A world awaits the creative, to tell its truth
But is the truth a form of freedom
Or is the truth, ultimately a curse
Knowing is what wears upon me
My wisdom born from sorrow
So why would I want to know

“I wanted more than life could ever grant” Billy Corgan

Hunger inside me

When I see you, my heart begins to thunder
If I hear your voice, I become lost in desire
Your beauty inspires my heart, and I shiver
Sky darkens and the day is broken asunder
But the night waits for me, and for you
Take my hand, giving me energy, never tire
This promise is an offer that will be delivered
Whether I am loved, I won't have to wonder
Know that whatever else, I speak truth
Life offers no guarantees, but for this
I will be yours, I will have your kiss
And you will deliver me from my hunger
That has lasted my entire lifetime

Breaking News

Regular broadcast is breaking away
Emerging news with acts of hate
The live TV crew watches it
It is happening before our eyes
Anyone finds it saddening
It moves swiftly, invisibly
A disaster doesn't wait
For the story teller to understand
We might need him to explain it
But he might be dead
From coming near
Or maybe abandoning it
Because of the danger
Below the pictures on the TV
Are words warning us all
Some watch intently
Worrying about the result
Others fear the authority
Who might want to cover it up
If our News media can't speak
If their coverage looks weak
We all still know inside
Society is committing suicide
At the same time we are trying
To control the story told
As the spectacle unfolds
We become hypnotized
By a kind of fool's gold
Where the disaster is clear
But we are transfixed
Unable to understand
The end is here
It is time

If Life is an Offering

Across the star painted night sky there is beauty
We sleep through it all, when at dawn we rise
For some as the end comes they are happy
For others there is still hope to exist
Each life is an offering upon an altar
The offering isn't about money
Nor about other human beings
We are giving an offering
To an all powerful eternal being
Or we've chosen ourselves
That one choice is ours
It is the one thing left to us
Whatever life is, some want more
Some treat life as an amusement park ride
Some run through life, being in a dream
Many do their best but it can overwhelm
Often, sadly there's little to renew us
I'm waiting to be fully restored
So I might meet again those I was blessed by
Who I was loved by, and who in life I adored

Prometheus

The mechanism of humanity is society, and values
It wants you to surrender, everything you hold dear
Whether in crisis or in a golden age, your choices are clear
The society wants you to give over your natural born rights
Conformity is toxic, the most poisonous choice in your life
For it transfers your agency, your individual soul
And the corporate body of civilization requires obedience
But we've a fire inside, one given by the titan Prometheus
Choose to keep your rights, even if governance is moral
It won't always be, and you've just one life as a mortal
Prometheus shared with humans the gift of fire
Only to be condemned to being tortured in Tartarus
It was a punishment considered to be brutal
For Prometheus was a being, who was immortal

Flesh Breaking

In these shadows, my life has emptied
My burden is crushing, far too heavy
My flesh is fading, this life is ending
I'm dying but I'm not comprehending
The reasons for this, treason of it all
If I'm leaving, refuse the beckoning call

“It is nothing to die. It
is frightful not to live.”
      
                 Victor Hugo

Gears of Conformity's Machine

In another era, when we had no laws
It was a different way of existing
When they were written
Rules were made for order
They weren't there for expression
We may think we're individuals
But you must know, that we aren't
We conform to all of the laws
Especially those that nullify resistance
And if we choose with our heart
We often lose the competition
If our hearts are not always correct
Society still isn't looking out for you
It thwarts our aspirations
It laughs at and mocks you
As your dreams are marred
Conformity is a limitation
It contributes to thinking
That will never reach the stars
All that conformity achieves
Is in our being unfree
It's a mindset so limited
It becomes our slavery

The Flesh Machine Endures

Our flesh designed, our minds allowed intellect
Evolutionary needs met, with survival instincts
Every forward step possible, our flesh dissected
In the destiny of the species, our fates are linked
As the machine breaks down, with some defect
Our path is unknown, our dreams unrealized
There is still hope, we have thinking minds
If we can live far beyond our extinction call,
By understanding our path we'll avoid the fall

Seek Light

The world is based upon dynamism found in truths
Light balanced by darkness, evil balanced by good
Beauty balanced by ugly, order balanced by chaos
The which is temporary balanced by the permanent
As opposite forces work towards an ultimate proof
Laws that govern existence do not promise ascent
Serving as an engine that moves existence forward
Concepts that guide our life sadly are not universal
Existence is a house of cards, there's no rehearsal
You have a single opportunity to learn, and live
So be good, seek light, and try to forgive

Do Good, because it is good

They Asked, what would you do?
What do you see for the future
For your future choose the path 
That allows you joy and purpose
However you do so, understand
The world doesn't care about us
Do good, and it'll be paid in wrath
Do it because it is good
That is, do it for nothing more
Because it is good, kind
The world will make you suffer
Rather than be adored
Don't do it for them
For the good of the world
Make a difference in your lifetime
It might not matter, even if good
The world will still turn
Even if it has been changed
But You will be better
For doing it
Whatever else is true

They Could Not Stop Her From Thinking

Whatever the reasoning for trying to silence her
The public might not be comfortable hearing free thoughts
The world isn't prone to understanding a mind without law
They were unable to read motive into her words
Because unlike them, she had a mind that was free
Society demands conformity, silently by hidden means
To some a free thinking human is dangerous, but not to me
When I see it, in anyone, it leaves me with deep awe

Gods's Nectars

In the perfumed scent and taste of Gods's nectars
There's an allure of beauty and greatest glory
Therein allows us the joy and our passions
Within the experience is our greatest story
A lasting vision, one without temptation
Immune from idolatry due to purity
Within we celebrate our creation
Total, powerful and joyous

To Live I Must Forgive and Move On

I've decided to live, even if the results aren't wonderful
There is nothing to be gained by dying, except finality
I've tried to fully forgive all of the dreams unfulfilled
My nation and ethnic background added up to my culture
I've not committed crimes, but I long to have an amnesty
For stupid things that I've done, falsehoods I've instilled
While I accept the world's judgment for anything I've done
I ask that no one place my own punishments upon my son
No one needs to pay for the mistakes I've made but me
If I am a failure, if I am stupid, no one else should pay
If I am left with mistakes unforgiven, I accept that
Because in honesty, I also know that life has a way
For me to finally be redeemed

Surrender, and Be restored

Perhaps the act of surrender alone is what's worthy of Heaven
The reason for this, is every other act keeps power or control
If we look for the reason for surrender or the cause, we fail
In surrender we will find the answer, if I give over my soul
I will enter Heaven and discover what's behind the veil

“À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons
aux splendides Villes."                              Arthur Rimbaud

One Life Tested

As the flesh burns away, the mind enters decay
Entering the grey, a realm I've reached in haste
One life tested, to see if I'm worthy of the quest
I've one request, to find Elysium and finally rest
The temporal world around me suffers in pain
Because Eternity is a prize so far unclaimed
In that place I'll then walk, Heaven I seek
Surrounded in the fields full of wheat
I see every wheat stalk bowing to the wind
In a deeply realized awe, I experience Heaven
If I experience the grace of being, forgiven
Res ipsa loquitur, Heaven is a reward

Singularly Rare

We'd reached the end of our own galaxy, with nothing to see beyond
The darkness of the field of vision uninterrupted by stars or planets
An exception was a swirling point upon the horizon, it was a rarity
Gravity and time meant nothing at moment, we couldn't plan this
Without any resources to return home, we'd enter the singularity
The moment we did, existence changed, we could understand it
Existence is defined by laws of the physics, bound inherently
Our voyage left our ship weakened, after we'd run the gamut
Finding our planet in the darkness, reaching home safely