Peaches and Edith

There's a dessert so perfect for a summer, divine
When you combine cobbler and beloved peaches
With strong French press coffee, and Edith Piaf
Did you know we once had that peach cobbler?
In my dreams, there must always be the music
It's glorious to be with her and listen to her sing
I'd never regret meeting her in my dream time
My friend Alan said, and I always listen to him
That Edith Piaf and peach cobbler are entwined
The perfect duo, one of perfect taste and energy
Together in richness and beauty, and in rhyme

Cheers to Alan! 
Cheers to summer peach cobbler!
And cheers to Edith Piaf, and Vive le France!

Machine of Dreams

As I sleep on the isolated sands, tides rising, I am safe here
Awash in memories, a tide scares some, but not me, so I dream
In depths of my sleeping mind, I cry as salvation draws near
A complexity of existence can seem like an organic machine
Walking down a path of dreamlike state, not lucid or clear
Still we smile, by using our human brain to then escape
Of this life, that is cruel, finite, if beautiful and serene

Dangerous Blue Eyes

With her eyes, she could say anything, everyone would think it great
With her petulance, she was so sharp of tongue, able to decide a fate
I lingered in her presence anyway, I was addicted to her, couldn't stop
Loving her was dangerous, brought me pain, I'd no way to turn it off
Sky blue crystal eyes, pouting lips, a wit that brought me to my knees
I begged her to leave me alone, allow me to live, just leave me please
She smiled and said I must be joking, oh she'd never do that to me
And then she pouted, gazed into my eyes, and did it all over again

A Voice Not Silent

It is said that in each epic journey there is a humble beginning
And along the way to quest's end, many memories imprinting
But this can't be said for me, I was born as a result of a rape
That act of hate at conception, an origin less human than ape
A violence committed, stealing legitimacy, honor, and a life
But if my flesh was threatened with damnation, I survived
The world about me sought to have me silent and dead
Nobody hears cries of the innocent or the illegitimate
My path is focused upon my new existence instead
I've never been silenced, I will never embrace fate
My life remains to be lived, and I am not a stain
Whatever my origins, I've been given new life
And I have chosen destiny for my journey

“Dripping water hollows out stone, not through
force but through persistence.”               Ovid

Really, Not that much Better

Those born in the world before the 80s lived through a Cold War
But we were little able to imagine the depths of potential horrors
Grave annihilation, toxic death unleashed by accident or design
And by flip of a switch by those hiding in bunkers, stop all time
Only for them to emerge in the open, after the danger had passed
And discover that the world died and this mistake was the last
The new world of freedom and peace hasn't been the better one
For there will be a disaster, self invited, a war that can't be won

“Because normal human activity is worse for nature than the
greatest nuclear accident in history.”       Martin Cruz Smith

Time

Into a tunnel of passing hours, we are born into the great fire
We turn the pages of time, alone without an anthem or choir
Our choices are made, our life is lived, we can't dream aloud
My flesh decays, and now my body is gray, cold in the ground
The sands no longer pour through the glass, no more hours
As we look into the sky, existence calls, our choices tower
Eternity captured in our gaze, forever can be seen

The Storm

Not every calm feeling in the storm comes from heroic bravery
Some comes from having trust and finding comfort from afar
Courage is born by the unwillingness to despair, or to fear
We have a great capacity to overcome, be more than we see
However dark it grows, we can take comfort in the next day
While life has no guarantees and the future is yet unwritten
The new day brings light and hope, and chance to rise again

Elysium in her Arms

In her arms I renew, in her mercy
Giving me gossamer wings, flight
In her care I will heal, in her grace
All the things wrong made right
I dream of her, in exquisite detail
There I'm in her sacred presence
Where my soul will find delight
Not for our many erotic moments
Nor feelings of romantic desire
Only in her comfort in the night
When I reach for her and I know
In pitch black darkness, I'm blind
Her soul shines in the brightness
With her guidance, I will grow

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart
whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”   Plato

Bones

My flesh, bones, blood and spirit
Are broken, full of damage now
From the way I've been living
If the ancestors call, I can't hear it
I'm blinded and deaf somehow
Invulnerable to pain, but not forgiven
Breaking, I'm my own evil dream
Tempted and tormented, my being
If I surrender and die, I will be lost
Cast into the abyss, with prejudice
No one but me to pay the cost
Broken, unchosen, screaming
A prayer never before heard
Of dreams unspoken
And feared, without salvation
No redemption for the fool's path
No saving the unsaved
Having chosen wrath
Rather than hope
Having had no empathy
Having chosen anger
Now drowning in fire
With a chain around my throat

Ink for my Blood

I can't stop my bleeding, as words continue to flow
My blood is as black ink, and now I want to know
Why do I endure or suffer, why even bother to persist
I can't let the mystery exist, it must be understood
The lack of answers will make me twist, I need truth
So into the void I walk, silence surrounds my mind
Then my words begin to pour out, with a story inside
I've no choice, as I channel words from nothing
A muse speaks for me, a new poem is coming
I am the words I write, I am lost in time
Aware of flaws in my mind, I seek release
Every word I speak, allows me to believe
That existence reveals a purpose that is divine

“You talk when you cease to be at peace
with your thoughts.”         Kahlil Gibran

Midnight's Tribe

Whoever the enemy was, we do not know
But their weapons were used in a rage
Normal existence had died
A few cities had survived
The bomb's radiation killed the weak
The impact killed all of the old
The infrastructure was left untouched
There was no more than normal decay
High radiation bombs weren't designed to destroy
Buildings, bridges and roads were now emptied
Radiation waves cut through flesh, slaying
Irradiating every human life
We nearly went extinct, in a flash
But it was an incomplete task
It is true that the bombs killed many
But the radiation brought forth new men
We formed clans and gathered for safety
Trying to survive the violence, and need
We took upon us symbols of allegiance
For whom we'd bleed
Staring into the sky, we were aware
Our time was short, life would be hard
The surviving world did not care
However we might act
Whatever we might do
We were witness to catastrophe
We had to start over again
To find our path, to rise from the ashes
If there was nothing, we still survived
And that alone meant something
We came out at night
When the burning sun had fallen
And we scoured the earth for food
And listened to hear the ghosts calling
Asking for us to end it all
To add the killing blow
But we endured in any event
Survival was not curse
We had to live
With no right way to go

Discovering our Path

The powerful machines of time, the gears are turning, never slowing
Dreams and nightmares of our mind, the madness is ever growing
The earth turns on her axis swiftly, consistently, efficiently flowing
As if a ship without a direction, while storm winds are blowing
Future unclear, as we go forward, the destination is unknown
How can we know our path, without a guide, can we ever dream
Our world is not serene we must find that on our own, and find hope
We must transcend life to then ascend, we must discover it
In every last second of time, we must find it, upon our own

In the late days of planet Earth

The dust rises from the surface, billowing as it swirls into the clouds
Like a tower of flame sent by an angry god, to punish a brutal world
Oceans that were once here but now there are desolate desert plains
Reasons for transformation aren't a mystery, we shouldn't be proud
We've reached the final age of man, our flawed banners be unfurled
We've built weapons that could destroy a planet, and drop black rain
The dying fetid flesh decays, peeled back, turned black, we've died
The few survivors alive envy the dead and for the fall, feel no pride
In growing misery, our world collapses as we call upon the divine
Begging for quick release, begging to end the story and humanity
And the ghost of the human species will walk alone, and haunt
Our world will shiver in darkness, for a disaster most daunting
We will pass, with or without closure, and surely no future

“The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even
that enemy of God and man had friends and associates
in his desolation; I am alone.”                   Mary Shelley

I am the Cause

Results of every test will demonstrate the truth
I am the cause of the disease,  of time and aging
Confessing my sins, and watching my body fail
Grave cost, life demands the pound of my flesh
If I'm willing to change, my life will be a proof
Life is full of mysteries as I step behind the veil
Dying is a doorway, not end, I draw final breath
Final throes of pain, end of the passions of youth
Life, a confluence of events, hope for our future
We're born, live, then we die, only this is certain
May I enter the land of Elysium, the after world
I long to be freed from time, still every day turns
The end is coming, and it comes not for me alone
Witness the world burning, taking all of us home

“I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly
asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I
forgot to ask that they be years of youth. ”      Ovid

Emptied Heart

The heart is pale, failing
Once magnificent
But now just a memory
Once a symbol of pride
But emptied of blood
Emptied of hope
Years have drained
Wounded over time
Breaking, knowing
Once a perfect vessel
The beacon of strength
This beautiful container
No longer unbreakable
A heart that barely beats
Filled with hurt
And pain
It is still and frozen
Immobile and scarred
The love inside was lost
The dreams are gone
Even if it remembers
It has nothing
A mind that only screams
It has nightmares
Never dreams
In the graylands
Between the lands
Of living and dying
It walks alone
Praying
Begging to die
To enter a permanent sleep
This isn't Heaven
It isn't beautiful
The trees emptied of leaves
The sky without clouds
Gray without the sun
A lifeless wasteland
But it is quiet
Silent and calm
Without the pain
That still endures
Without the sorrow
That keeps burning
Dust to Dust
We began as dust
And we shall return to the earth
As dust
In this you can trust
Our flesh is dust
And nothing more
But the spirit lingers
Hungry still
Burning hot in the core

Tragic Fool

I saw her there sitting in the park smiling
She was unaware of the others looking on
I couldn't say a thing, nor open my mouth
And I surely didn't want to appear a fool
I was moved by her innocence, her beauty
I was deeply lost in her allure
She looked straight into your eyes
She was awakening in me an interest
Raising hopes to the farthest horizon
But an attraction's voice can be a liar
Dreams unfulfilled are often cruel
Attraction is dangerous, untamed, wild
It does whatever it desires, and isn't pure
I tell myself, I don't need anything more
OK not need more, but that I want more
It comes from within and it'll haunt me
My mind is innocence, my heart idolatry
So now I have become my own demon
Tortured in such an infernal comedy
This drama is without a final act
And the curtain falls, unfinished
My heart owns this tragedy

I long for the taste

My love, you are far too dark, share that moonlight with me
I haven't enough, far too many scars, say something witty?
I long for your touch, don't break my heart, yes, forgive me
Can't help but stare, lost in a gaze, your beauty will kill me
That look in your eyes isn't fair, a shame, so wish with me
Darlin' I'll never say goodbye, you move with such grace
Your lips are perfection, so lovely, and I long for the taste
Your allure moves me, and I long to be with you
To be with you in our future forever
Let us enter that realm, and enter in, together

Creation's Guiding Hand

After the planets and galaxies, a pause, God then began with stars
Then lingered in the echoes of the mists, at the beginning of time
Then watched, life seemed to rise from nothing, in clay and spark
The Creator then gave life eternity's kiss, the immaculate design
In a moment, creation reflected the creator, reveled in each heart
The universe is alive, it has purpose, it reflects perfection's guide
In the vastness of existence, we know a little, but hope isn't far
With nothing we can control, not even a destination of our soul
And we step forward, into the unknown, the great leap, to know
Eternity echoes, eternity calls, so unready, when we know awe
Even the simplest plant, grass bows to the wind
Aware of the maker's hand, and our soul within

“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself
that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there
is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.”                 Rainer Maria Rilke

The Summer Rain

Take my hand, let's run into the burning sun
Let's find forever's far away horizon
Let me love you again 

You're my deepest and beloved friend
With you I soar

I'll ever long to remain in your presence
Your words heal my heart

You are woven in my soul

I awaken in ways arcane
You must never leave me or I will collapse

If you leave my soul will be slain
Please now, my love, hold me

Let us dance together in this summer rain

Necrotic dreams

By necrotic dreams of entropy, I will destroy my mind
Sleeping by exhaustion, creating a madness by design
Flesh is fading, disappearing on the outside and inside
My sober mind remains clear, refusing time's final tide
The world will pass from view, as my flesh turns dust
We all will die, lose every minute and memory to time
No memory of youth, of hope or of feelings of lust
We'd built ourselves a great modern Tower of Babel
As in antiquity, when our ancestors might be ignorant
In the present, arrogance turns dreams to hubris
Modernity and high technology have all turned rust

“No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process
of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and
everything resists it.”                           Philip K. Dick

I reject all of your flesh

I spent a millennia in the ground, waiting to be released
My flesh considered evil, my mind considered poisoned
In the darkness, I heard a voice calling me, whispering
What if I do not care if human life endures? And it does
A world moves on, I am desolation, so alone, regardless
Humanity wrought in sin, awaiting justice I'm delivering
Of final judgment, one angry voice, yes I am heartless
My flesh was kept alive, by malevolent designs of rage
My flesh was made to suffer for all your sins and decay
In time my sacrifice will be appreciated, as I retaliate
The world is cold outside, frozen in fear, epic shame
When I'm at last awakened oh I'll judge the forsaken
My reign will be begun, and all will fear my name
Inside my heart is a desire for justice, a pure fire
And I bring a terminal disease, called humanity
All my decisions will be righteous, as I slay
Life after life cast aside, to feed that ire

Awash in Madness

What is this madness inside, allowing me to go out of my mind
Am I committing suicide for a mad insanity portraying my life
I'm barely living but I have not yet died, I shall not live this lie
Every word spoken, a path chosen, and it's time for me to decide
Lucid dreams turned nightmare, I am aware, life is not fair
And I refuse to play the game, with such odds

Time Passing in the Isolation

Shivering in the cold, my flesh shakes in the abject desolation
I hear my soul whispering, it is a scream that can't be heard
Existence delivering dreams of wild ecstasy, if also isolation
What am I to do, with splinters of glass and hope, I'm cursed
As I stare straight in the sun, I'm blind, in fear and mutation
What is left of me, after such loss, I live in the devastation
With time passing, endless seconds, time running out
The wandering lost, the walkers of our broken Earth

The Cost and Reward

Every life is short term, no matter how long you stay alive
With a limit in resiliency of our flesh and few years given
We've needs that must be fulfilled or our flesh will fail, die
To exist we must eat, drink, breathe, sleep, and more
We all dream, try to hope, desire others and count time
What makes everyone's life more than a machine
Is that we search for and try to find love
If you demand without trying, you're a fool and court doom
You must find hope and love, or discover that life is cruel

“People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that
is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so
cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”  Fyodor Dostoyevsky

In Your Depths

Press your lips upon my own, free me from bondage
A lifetime alone, to sorrow I've been held hostage
Released to be only yours, I'll no longer wander
Broken world can't be known, no need to ponder
I'm yours forever, swear an oath to loving you
I'll weave a cocoon, to in love cover you
And then we'll dive into eternity's arms
Protected in your depths, your charm
I surrender, let us be together
For the rest of our existence
Our spirit joins together
As we turn dust