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