My Only Love

As I saw her eyes, I saw a future that would be ours
I saw the eyes reflect, movement and joy, our son
Dreamt of a heart in her love, to share a life's hours
Her flame red hair, beautiful being, a soul inspiring
Her intellect frightening, wisdom earned and towers
I was saved in her, her glory, in her living power
Born and renewed, I found my being redeemed
By a kind of love I could never imagine, finding
One heart that is kind and good, a love binding

The Bodies Floated upon the Shores

We crossed the North Sea, over the submerged Doggerland
Forty healthy men and women, armed for war, and focused
Our task was to land silently, swiftly march to Saxon shores
And kill the villagers, and burn the buildings of the villages
So that the next series of ships, waves of the next invaders
Could land closer to the populated cities and fortified towns
And burn them as well, and light the shores with the inferno
With the final wave of ships landing, crushing the defenders
And by doing so, we leave Britannia in the control of Danes
None of our first wave lived to see the results of our invasion
None of the second wave survived, but destroyed their targets
Third wave succeeded, by the strategy, pointed the last wave
Forward, nothing was stopping the Northmen, from victory
I write this from Valhalla, and I remember the cries of war
The drums pounded and beat, the roars of screams of anger
Accompany the Saxons to death, and Northmen to their fate
The loss was counted as necessary, the tribe leaders satisfied
I watched the deaths as I was pulled from the field, to speak
The slaughter helped no one, as violence only lingered more
Saxon shores polluted by blood, burnt ships, burnt villages
All Doggerland's ghosts watched in horror, over the harvest
For nothing, as dead floated, some in armor, upon the shore

For Sarah, WINTER OF THE HEART

Sarah showed me extraordinary care, from the depths of her heart. And I experienced a thaw, in December.

The View from Sacred Ground

Standing upon sacred ground.
The days are different, but same.
The seasons change, but not me.
I am a fool.
There is no other reason.
Spent every day feeling betrayed.
When I had everything I needed if not wanted.
As I watch, others suffer, and am haunted.
Entitled and selfish, feeling a stain.
My path felt like some treason.
From a fate so cruel.
I am alive.
I could have been dead.
Suffering, but could be tortured.
The world is suffering, 20,000 die a day.
From hunger, from diarrhea, from violence.
I should feel hope and fortune, but deny.
This world is nothing but beautiful.
This life is fortune and glory.
But I see it from the depths.
Of the one who is lost.
And never found.

Dedicated to those miracle workers who showed me how to embrace my world. My being. Acknowledge my creator. Love and embrace those who are kind and empowered with hope.  I am fortunate, however foolish and empty I approach this my existence. I love my friends, j't' adore, ich leibe diche. Ti' amore.

The Wait Before Arrival

All are the same, each start alike

Held wet in their sack of fluid
Like a perfect organic machine
Regulating that future live being
Their arrival but a matter of doubt
Some are taking time in delivery
Every one of us aren't ready to go
Some arrive before completion
Soon or later, the water breaks
The mother unit's water flows
Time ticks, and running out
A being is born to the world
Fearsomely, gloriously
And powerfully made

The Glory

I stepped forward into this life that had danger
It only occurred to me that it meant more later
To live a life that meant more than I could see
My love for many, for those who cared for me
I was blessed beyond, and so I thank the world
Being so much more, something unpredictable
When I could be empty, without love or mercy
The grace I've experienced goes well beyond
And those who are in this land, are glorious

"Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing
Goddess, to thy shrine we come.
Thy sweet magic brings together
What stern Custom spreads afar;
All men become brothers
Where thy happy wing-beats are."

    Friedrich Schiller

Not Less For Being Different

I have been accused of being gay, due to my tears and emotions
In romantic terms I've never been that, but it isn't an insult to me
I am not afraid to show my emotional feelings, it is in my nature
My love has been aimed at powerful women, beautiful and bright
Beyond those I love, I'm moved by the soft, the kind, and caring
What is the society's weakness, if kind is then perceived as weak
But I'd rather die remembered for being kind, than as an asshole
If I am weak, my voice is still working, if I am sad, watch me cry
I had a birth mother, an adoptive mother and a mother in law
I'd rather be dead than ignore the good they did for my life
My wife taught me what love was, my sister taught me joy
Women, in every respect move me, so I will not apologize
Emotions, love, hope, kindness, aside from beauty, are glorious

Books to know the power of women, and their worth

The Circle

Surrounded by a circle of thugs, assassins, and back stabbers
All cannot wait for the opportunity to take an anger out on me
This Earth is lawless, no, it is much worse than that, but wild
Can't be tamed by order, only fall much further into entropy
I'll not let the darkness become perceived as being the light
One must stand before them, absorb the damage that rules
I'll give my life if necessary, for the baseline of humanity
Used to be good, it used to be about nobility and courtesy
But now, life became how order will decay into havoc
But before humans are lost in madness and violence
Surrender, choose to die, before becoming like them

I know it

Among the many, I am one of the few
Those liars all hate me, I speak the truth
My dreams are empty, but soul is inspired
No hope has been lent me yet I'm on fire
I don't care if it kills me, don't care if I die
Even if I'm toxic, you drank poisoned wine
Life is over, my life is over
But it is never over, it isn't that easy
The hard part remains
I call the name
When the gate is locked
But I'm going to be getting in
One way or the other, I have no shame
My brain is diseased, you know I'm insane
If you ask why I'm in
It's about sin
And who you know
Who you believe
Who you trust
What's burning within

At Road's End

I spent my years, there is nothing left
The world called for more, to silence
Before me was a world of infinite hope
After me, the world will spin and turn
My beginning was hard, I was bereft
I never was what he wanted, but quiet
The years of hope were short, darkness
But in the darkness we must be ready
To live at all or see what's really there
I'm no more sad to die, than live anew
A true world is found in a narrow path
To live is to love, to exclude from life
A cancerous wrath, the arrogant being
I want to know what I tasted, and hope
So that when I am gone, I don't linger
In hope that I didn't miss out, in envy
For I ignored much, I avoided more
As now I am broken, nothing's offered
So I will sleep in eternity, until I wake
Asked why should I stay I'll simply say
I fail, but know well the truth I believe
That's all I know, that, and I'm tired

God Only Knows

XOMBIE

He's a xombie after a life of fire and burning
Let loose in their soft beings with a hunger
Those yet living scream in fear and fleeing
But that xombie still lived, he'd never died
Torn by horror, survived all things hurting
Stood alone, with a heart beat like thunder
So ugly and frightening, he just was being
And those who never felt pain, died inside
They never knew what it'd took to endure
Never knew pain that drives you forward
The xombie was being honest, not hiding
The life still left behind was horror, pure
But no one cared to ask, nor to seek
They ran away, refusing him to heal
In fleeing the prejudices revealed
Humans hate anyone different
Whoever they really are inside
Whatever they wish they'd be
Themselves most of all

Inside our Heart

In a world where the shadows give us the fullest embrace
The cold winds are our breath, and we live just for a taste
We are alive in a void, oblivion's emptiness sucks our life
Our flesh shivers but a fire inside our heart keeps us warm
But we endure, we survive, and do so by divine design

A Very Cold December

The month December is cold, being here in the North
As are the hearts of people turning from the homeless
We linger in our heat, comfortable beds, and blankets
Not different from the world, it long ago turned away
Snow can preserve and freeze, it can also be a slayer
Freezing you inside, and then stops body functions
Not telling you what to do, but empathy saves lives
We shiver in the freeze, we do not want to live there
Reach out for a moment, and connect with another
By that giving them hope, that life is not hopeless

The Truth is

Despite being relentless, I still failed
Nothing'd help, because I was a stain
My flesh became pale and decaying
Enemies attacking me were constant
But truly, I was my greatest enemy
I let the flames burn my cord, feeble
There was nothing inside and worse
Every person I love becomes cursed
The world laughs, thinks I am a liar
But what I am is honest about life
I've failed and it is my full legacy
It's not a matter or a point of view
It is a thing many people don't do
About their life, they can't tell the truth
It requires too much pain, and honor
But I know what I've done and not
I've a disease, it is called entropy
And there is no cure, it is my lot
It is simply the truth

With a Portent of the Coming Disaster

By volcanic explosive rain, lava and stones flying
The humans felt that the Gods were speaking, angry
They weren't without warning, rather many portents
The nearby Mount Vesuvius released smoke and ash
Many citizens of the nearby villages fled, if possible
But many more, remained in their homes, tragically
Vesuvius erupted, those left behind then suffocated
All nearby towns were covered in ash, few survivors
In the end it was no different than any other disaster
But the ash covering the dead, preserved it for now
It opened eyes about daily life, far from the present
The dying and fleeing emptied villages, cities, towns
However one lived, slave or free, disaster killed all
Without any preference, without order, lives ended
The rich died as quickly as the poor, unlike now
Where money allows the rich safety and excess
And the poor and labor will have to die

To know true worth

To seek treasure, beyond count, beyond measure of worth
To pursue sexual pleasure, sleeping as a number counter
To know the secrets of power, that one might have leisure
Will lead a man, to the pit of despair, making it all a curse
It'll stain the purest gold cross, and fade a diamond's shine
Rather, seek the good, kindness, all rewards will find you
In other words, seek what is righteous and you will rise

To Be a Man

People tell me I am too emotional
Hell yes I'm emotional, or I show 
All that I go through, refusing to lie
People have stuffed their emotions
Deep down in the gullet, or further
Men are supposed to be stoic, cold
But that isn't actually healthy inside
Being emotional discomforts people
We're told to settle down and take it
Take it like a men, like men are told
I am made to be honest, to be open
I wouldn't be, if I wasn't who I am
If I love you, I will be telling you
Or dislike you, I know you'll know
I can't help it, it is in my nature

Earth Goes On, In A Way, We Do Too

Our living forms died out long ago, but we remain
Our ancestors disappeared, our descendants extinct
And yet, we in spirit form watch, the world goes on
In mist and cold, in deserts of sand and dust storms
We remain, spirits reach out, these hands are empty
In the northern wastes, we shiver as we did in flesh
The equator is rich in warmth, with glory in the life
Below on land and sea, all of the humans are gone
A wasted existence, after we cursed a planet's gifts
Humans are good at killing, leaving blood and rifts
And now the planet thrives, without our final curse
To call us ghosts or dead, doesn't matter we endure
Before we passed, we learned from our Earth
The flesh is born and dies, but our spirits rise
In victory for we found our path to ever
Where all those who follow arrive

To See It Happening Before Us

Soon, we will see the results of choices, that were made without thoughts
Doom will occur, as a lack of empathy then destroys all that was wrought
Tombs built, reveled in for the beauty will reminded us of all that was lost
Wombs of all women will be our means of recovery, from the storms cost
 It is and was time to act, we've lost time, and so much ground to apathy
We have to recognize the danger, of giving our freedom to tyrants
Or our effort to create a world equal and free will die for good
Extinction will occur, our planet will become pure silence

How Glorious is our Home

We are not the first to speak, we are first to understand that we spoke
No context knowing existence of species lost to extinction's finality
Pure arrogance for us to assume knowledge of grandeur and disasters
Of worlds and creatures gained and then all lost in tragic destruction
Lost in time, in disarray and madness, from nature, or human choices
We may not have created high level math, or build amazing things
Recent events are exciting, rare finds of artifacts are amazing, and yet
It is only a veneer of knowledge of context of this planet called Earth
Let us be humble, and let us respect our world, and pray to survive
For the telling signs of the future look to us to be the last humans
For reasons of our own actions, and of those we've no control
Perhaps we will ultimately live, with all of humanity's tribes
In the most glorious change in outlook, and a healthy hive
How glorious is our home, let us be humble, and care for it
Forever

The Hunted

Yes we are now the hunted
Forced to live underground
After being attacked, fearing the sky craft
For our safety of our family, and our being
They were monsters, or some machinations
We've no way to reach them, but they strike
Wiping out villages, our cities, of fortresses
We lived inside the world, our safe havens
They are demons, beings we've never seen
Inside the earth, we stare upwards, in fear
Our homes wiped out, we fled, by running
Our people deserve hope, we deserve justice
We will barely survive, unless we can fly
It is an unfair match, we are the hunted
And they seem to only plan to kills us
Whatever we do, we must respond
They don't seem interested in being friends
So rise we must, learn to fly
Or for us it is the end
Extinction

The Aliens Wait

The Aliens Wait

The Hive lives in a clockwork constructions
Functioning as reconnaissance, for their plan
Floating high upon clouds, there above Earth
They've come from ions, far distant travelers
Coming with designs upon the planet's riches
With no contact yet with any intelligent life
Nor do they have any interest in life on Earth
Perhaps they will with a full stage invasion
And then the humans will be made extinct
A simple matter of when the time is right
Humans have no concept of cosmic time
Their weapons only bows spears, swords
But the Hive possesses futuristic weapons
Their technology will then make extinct
Any beings with a mind, a will to resist
It was only a matter of time

Tired

So many times I've fallen, and refused to rise thereafter
My heart isn't strong like it was and my mind is so tired
I struggle to endure, I can't go to the end rather than quit
These sorrows held my arms and silenced all my laughter
Over time what I've done, has always been fully inspired
I'm not saying anything new, I've no resistance, I submit
And let those who judge, then judge
And let those who grieve not grieve
Wherever I will be, there will be peace

Be Resilient

Told to consider the year I'd had
And ask if it was a good one or not
A mix of cancer and broken bones
In loss, depression, and sleepless
But then someone gave me advice
They taught me hope, which leads
To my believing in more than this
I was able to trust, able to dream
I have realized, flesh is temporary
These trials made me know GOD
Discover my future in my past
Believe in hope, believe in truth
Able to believing in the future
Rather than remind myself
Of my failed past

THE EMPIRE OF ROME SPQR

Many in modern life, believe Rome had failed
They had orgies, ate until vomiting, loved war
They were entertained by spectacle, and killing
If you didn't agree with Roman religion, jailed
And the empire as large and as thoroughly able
Controlling most of Europe and all the Levant
Master of war, of trade, of culture and intellect
Had a list of defeated enemies, vast, enormous
Those who Romans killed most? other Romans
The Civil Wars for power, for money, for ego
Most of the dysfunction found in the leadership
Emperors were narcissists and megalomaniacs
Not all, but many were assassinated, few retired
Some of the best leaders, weren't fully capable
So Rome, great empire and conquering power
Killed more of its own Legions, than others
The sort of disorder that happens after division
As so often happens, to wealthy lands
Fighting itself and everyone else

Enough

Pain from loss was far more than I could take
But pain from self inflicted wounds was worse
I lingered in shadows of a life no one wanted
I grieved my life, deeply bitter, blaming God
But when I found someone who felt her worth
Never measuring worth of others, comparing
Finding me, so self entitled, I imprisoned me
My heart needed to love as much as seek love
I took a different view, something more true
Instead of my constant need, I'd well enough

“Every one is worthy of love, except him who
thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that
should be taken kneeling.” Oscar Wilde

Only humans can wound it

We aspire to be something special,
To be far more than what we are
But in the glory from our creator
We're loved, able, and we are whole
This world is wonder filled, magnificent
Blessed indeed, found upon an anomaly
A world pregnant with life and resources
We can't praise his work ever enough
But our lives are not at all innocent
One does not need to know prophecy
To that humans are going to fail
But we were sent to find more
Than pleasure and gold
To commit wars and crimes
We have only a short time
In all this planet's years
Once the storm of its birth
Things were not settled
In that form it was struck
By meteors and planets
But since becoming whole
Only humans have wounded it
In the ways that can kill

When I fail again

I have nothing left to offer
Despite my need of your grace
I can only forgive so many times
Before I feel that I'm being used
But there is more in this life
Than hurt feelings, than grieving
I want to feel joy, I want to hope
I need to be loved, and be seen
For I am invisible, and pitiable
I ask endlessly to be healed
But my body decays
If I were the one chosen
I am sure I'd be useless
For the sacrifice is not pure
I am not spotless, not sinless
I am a mistake, a fool
But I believe, and hope
My only hope is to be redeemed
The one who makes that happen
Is you

Time in Elysium

The days go by without time to measure them
A land of peace and gentle existence, timeless
What's there to worry about a beautiful horizon
The insane pace of life will fade, to a calm rest
Once we all receive our daily bread, time ends
Reaching a moment of time, that doesn't grow
The standstill, is not uncomfortable, it is calm
I lay upon the side of the hill, in golden grass
Watching the horizon, with gentle warmth
And the days roll into other days, again
Then again it will linger in the moment
A land of gentle, perfect beauty, fertile
The days never get hot, never grow cold
Only rest, joy, and love for each other
No seasons, no history, no legacy
Only redemption, and peace

Just Follow?

I chose this path, knowing it leads to Hell
I burn inside from a way of walk, my fall
Lord called me to be, but my soul seethes
For I choose the worst things, I can't sleep
I can't dream, I am trapped in this question
How can a God perfect, create one like me
Full of sin, full of hungers, none are good
I was a stain from the beginning, doomed
Jesus offers grace, rather than punishment
Can't understand how I do not have to be
Perfect before I am clean, I'm redeemed
He didn't tell me be clean first, he said
Come follow me

The Crowd Cheers the Battle

That rhythm and time, the sound of the crowd

Sweating, exhausted from a gladiatorial battle
Bleeding from wounds, but not enough to die
Closer one comes to dying, arena becomes loud
Sands, the floor of the arena, steps uncertain
We don't hate the opponent, we honor his name
In a fight for the entertainment of the arena
A fight that will steal the life of one of those
In battle, fight for the pleasure of the crowd
He will die, losing any chance to be free
He'll die there on the arena floor, alone
Without hope of healing, or bed to die on
Citizens will pay to get in, to watch this
Violence is to entertain, a people lost
They gained an empire, but gave it up
For the ease of living, without honor

I have nothing, so why worry

If I am living for the next world
I would miss out on loving now
My pet companions and family
Wouldn't get love that I can give
My friends wouldn't know me
For both good and ill, I'm unique
I'm one who makes others laugh
I'm a person who shares hope
As if there is nothing to keep
There certainly is hope, but more
I am bringing my memories
Of my beloveds, and that is
   Everything worth having
No one, in fact, is keeping score

WE ARE FOREVER

The drums of war, the fires of violence
The bodies are scarred, by our actions
We do not carry the word of our Gods
We fight to feed our people, and live
The drums of war, the horns call out
We are coming, we will be there soon
If we'd quit this, our people would die
We will travel oceans and cross the land
And spread our way, and bring doom
They call us the Rus, for our red hair
And our complexion, polish by wind
This season of slaying, will end soon
But we will have changed our world
And we will have changed our lands
Neither proud to slay, nor to disdain
We're the Vikings, and we're forever

To Find a Path

To live a life without pain, is impossible
To exist without a failure, you'll still die
Instead of being perfect, aim to love all
Instead of being rich, find riches in life
You don't get to choose family, or health
You do get to find the hope in all things
Choose your path, find your way in love
On that path, find the way and enough
We've only this one life to live, choose
Forgiveness leads to hope becoming you
And you are able to know, life is yours
Your choices and decisions, are cured
With every moment that you love
Love leads you to fly above
The clouds fall beneath you
Life is a gradual work
And it becomes pure
When it is true

The Last Voyage

Years fully now upon me, the injuries and scars never fade
Winds blow through my being, chilling me fully through
I was navigator, by stars tracking, we sail in the darkness
My years as a very respected officer of my chieftain's crew
Oh truly I've been given something, good for life, saved
For a living mind grows, embraces winds and ocean blue
Lands found, people we meet, and the sword's sharpness
This will be my last voyage, I intend to live well and true
This life I was given was rare, one enjoyed, but painful
A life for the dark minded but light hearted, a life fair
A bleeding wound, no abate, I know I will die here
Where I've spent life, let me be fed to the sharks
They survive as do we, let me be thrown to them
I want to die feeding their hunger, with no fear
I've lived long, loved the life I was given
I wished to die at see, a joy long hidden
Now to Odin in Valhalla I will cheer
In the throes of ecstasy, knowing
Ices floes are red with my blood
I died well and valkyr approach
Choose me now maidens
I am ready!

Ignored and Hated

I was in a square cell, but the torture sessions were beyond inhumane
Told to stand on two broken legs, forced to climb with broken fingers
Ordered to kill one other for the state, to see and know if I was loyal
I said no, and I was immediately made flat on the floor, bleeding out
I'll never obey evil's unjust orders, or unjust demands, I'll reject you

A Different Kind of Sacrifice

The sacrificial altar is red with our life wine
The crowd cheers the death, with a great joy
Hope to sate a hunger of one thought divine
With a pure offering, they'll not be destroyed
But they've fallen in a pit with no true escape
Purest lamb chosen stained in its own blood
In this is a spectacle, but it is not a holy one
Surrender your own heart, give your sacrifice
Be ready for the response, it comes as a flood
And when you are washed, you are clean
Forever afterwards, redeemed
The sacrifice has already been made

No I can't, I am just me

Your punishment for disagreement
Is a way to make me turn your way
You act like I am a leper, contagious
My flesh burns, bitterness vehement
Tell me to act as if I am on the stage
No I won't, to you I'm outrageous
There's nothing inside me you want
When I die, my memory will haunt
For you've only this single chance
And don't control the circumstance
I will always exist, as you then fade
For I trust, while you stare and rust
You are so bitter and lost
In your madness and lust
Life has taught you nothing

The Emptied soul

A day arrived, and nothing whatsoever felt like it mattered
The pain was always there, hadn't changed, but was not worse
The joy, what little there was, only sometimes burst through
It was not noticed the times when it happened, silent, cold
I don't know why, but when tears fell, there was no release
As I lost beloved members of my circle, I felt zero, nothing
Went to the mirror, blew upon it, mist occurred I was alive
The truth, I would've been more happy if I'd been a ghost
At least it'd explain the brokenness and unspoken fear
Every day, I live my life, simply feeling pain, longing
Could 50 years of belief in an ideal, in practice of love
Somehow, not have been worth the time or effort?
No, I know it was worth it, but I was empty.
C'est la guerre, Je suis fini

An Unhappy Man

Smoking cigarettes, slurring his words
                   His seat buckle wasn't clicked tight
           Drinking a beer while driving wasn't actually legal
But what the hell
             He didn't have anyone waiting on him
       No love
nothing nearly enough
                          So what if he crashed
    He wouldn't even be one to be counted
He'd be the last of the last
                   The highway crew would scrape his remains
                                     put his bits in a bag
Who knew a life could hurt more than
               That death could be more peaceful
          More than fulfilling
That unliving could be something
                   more than the real thing
                          But you'd maybe hope so
You hear people say so
But they are all alive
             Am I right? Yes?
            It is easy therefore
You can say or do anything
        but unless you know
and how would you know
      if you don't do it
How the hell would you know
                                        Just how bad it could be
              Unless you did it
Just to see

One last look

The dust covered street, is free of tracks, prints or trails
Beneath it lay one last generation, bones and dust mingle
When our dreams of the future fell apart, when we failed
Because we hungered for riches, as necessities dwindled
Neither rich nor poor survived, so now is time of remains
We knew better, but every prophet was killed who spoke
Every genius was used for war, and for leisure
When the planet was dying, from our misuse

Last Day of October

The morning chill is to the point, it feels like grieving
Rain or drizzle, with the cold is penetrating my being
All my memories, the loved gone, all sacred shadows
A day with no light, only mist, cloud, I feel so hollow
My ghosts try to speak but cannot be heard, only seen
I'm screaming soundlessly, begging to just dream
I shiver in the chill of mourning, then black out
We should have rules but can't see what's it about
Given a birth, suffer, find little joy, and lose it?
What's our purpose and how have we failed
Or have we somehow won, and missed it
Maybe spoken in a unknown language
Born in a new age, a new ideal
Or lost in the chaos
I don't know

The Reason

We possess very little, only this flesh
Every body part and organ, our breath
Our DNA shows the marks of a maker
Our purpose is perhaps to be a curator
Collecting experience, finding moments
Learn and grow, gathering components
Finding our design, to live for a reason
Existence is a moment, just one season
What is there beyond this, anything at all?

Am I Nothing?

What if I'm nothing, unworthy of being
Who I can I be, if I've never been seen
I'm a shadow, empty, a hollow thing
Do I matter to anyone, or have dreams
Or am I a speck of meaningless dust
Have I been so fully unworthy of trust
Unchosen, broken, a prayer unspoken?
I am not the one, with any sort of answer
I was, I know, created, not the creator
And yes I know I can't forget that
But once I die, I will find out who he is

Lift off

All attachments applied
Machine produces oxygen
Engines simulate all life
The dream zone is created
I am strapped into my chair
The module is fully sealed
Launch protocols entered
Post orbital rockets fire
Propelling the vehicle
Reaching deeper space
Until earth can't be seen
And all that lays ahead
Is rocketing passed us
In incalculable speed
We will rise and climb
Escape limits of time
By entering space
Without limits
Unbroken
Free

Press my off switch

I spent a lifetime of waiting, for promises made to be kept
When I rose to move on, I learned all my dreams had left
There was nothing inside me, but bone, brains and flesh
And now I wonder, what did it serve, what was my self
Everyone had died, the world was still spinning, and yet
Aware, I knew more than I wanted, that I couldn't forget
The mistakes I made, dreams I lost, nothing mattered
Because I'd believed that I'd be called, I would be met
With no long flight of stairs, or red carpet for arrival
The dust of a dead planet, human bones scattered
I was last, I'd mistaken words, others understood
There sitting, crossed legs, aged, a simple trifle
Expectations inflated in my manifest dreams
I am with glimpses of memories, my legacy
I'm nothing, but gears that move, a machine
My soul has left me, I've nothing but time
My body is gone, machines do not sleep
I used to be human, no longer
I am just steel and meat
Useless for any purpose
So now I will dream
Of nothing

The Warrior Samson

To kneel in prayer
To be made whole
To be filled with your spirit
To have you call my name
To be in your soul's embrace
I have nothing to give upon an altar
It's your heart that allows me to offer
I am lost otherwise, broken whole
I'd be cursed, rather than chosen
I am washed with your forgiveness
Like the rain falling upon my flesh
The sin is gone, and you are my lord
Grace abundant, mercy flowing out
I long for you to never leave me
So that you will be in my heart
In spirit if not flesh
Be my final breath

The Future Me

I had been broken inside and outside
My flesh screams in pain, by cyanide
Gone insane, black rain falls as tears
Radioactive soul burns, endless ride
The world decays, I fade from view
Dreams turned hollow, I am a ghost
My life's no different than anyone's
Days pass without moving forward
Memories last, but not with hopes