Alone in the Flood

There is a taste in my mouth, of dust and blood
The moment I wake from nightmare's grave toll
Every moment I spend, every day I survive lost
There is now only my mind in apocalypse mode
No means of escape, I stood and faced the flood
Waters rushed but I never fell, wounds my cost
Now, a desert, the waters of life fled and I bled
Why bother to survive such an event, all alone
Because I know death isn't feared for kindness
And Heaven is a promise that I never deserved
Grace might be called cheating, especially if
You know all the evil that you've done
And I do

Toxic Testament

He slid a blade under my throat, flat edge of the razor on my neck
A moment, if he'd acted I'd be bleeding, caught in a mirror in death
He wants me to just die, he wants all that I am, wants all my flesh
Trapped in the bleeding mirror as life forms painted black and then
The world is hungry, but not for food, nor power, nor even still gold 
Fetished gods flayed on altars, worshiping icons, that will call you
Nothing's too late, too depraved to save, nothing too unimportant
Some who practice being fetish bearers, generally choose to do it
The waves have broken all of us, and we waited as have always 
I am unable to decide, should I die or flee and leave it far away

“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and
     no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”    
                                               Gautama Buddha

Grateful

With every step, she'd watched, protecting me
God blessed me, my mother was truly loving 
My wife Beth is a woman, every bit as strong
Life with her and my son, has been stunning
I try never to wonder, how I made it this far
I am grateful, not everybody enters a life
Experiencing others who make life better
And they made me happier than I'd be
If I hadn't known them, no child or wife
I could never have become fulfilled
For their joy became joy, a hope for joy
While bitterness is a seed planted
Without joy or love as a harvest
Destroying hope, decaying time
I lived to find love, and I did
I am grateful

Born into Wrath

The depths of pain is unknown to those who sleep well
That place of inner calm let's them sleep, as I'm in Hell
Dying slowly, taunting me, with dreams that assure me
This life isn't forever, the life submits to another dream
In the space between seconds, time continues to escape
Moment of transition, fear flees, my life was a mistake
Born into wrath, life of scorn, lack of worth, I've none
Unforgiven by flesh, forbidden to draw a new breath
The end will be the last moment, anyone remembers
If I've nothing but pain, my being will be ignored
But when I die, they can know that by my death
That I'd walked in my footsteps, the evidence

“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also 
remembering my reasons for them!” Friedrich Nietzsche

In the Fires of our Civilization

Fires began, a burn consumed centuries of human acts
The cause was ignored, as motive did not delete the event
Societal meltdown, bleeding from every pore, simple fact
Fatigue from addiction to events, a hubris as a pestilence
Existence became nihilism, humans were now artifacts
Waves of degradation left us unable to trust the evidence
Does our existence alone mean more than our survival?
When did we matter except to ourselves and scavengers
Did we celebrate life only to kill, as eaters of the dead?
There's danger in survival in a world of anger and hunger
For  you will become addicted to feelings of grave pain
You seek out more sources of it, rationalizing everything

“...we can endure neither our vices nor the remedies needed to cure them.” Livy

Eternity and Death

There are ways to live forever but I wonder on the desire
As Egyptians mummified the kings to travel to an afterlife
The bodies encased in wrappings and their organs removed
A pharaoh's spirit stands upon a mountain of crafted stones
In a way, even if that fails, the pharaoh will still live forever
He'll live in human memory, as his corpse is even celebrated
His deeds are remembered, when perhaps they don't matter
His visage becoming iconic, a face that'll never be replaced
Unless society begins to focus upon itself, to forget all else
Hyper focused upon the self, with computers and phones
Forgetting anything but now and all that may surrounds us
Would covering a king in gold and sacrificing everything
Make them selfish? Were they Narcissists or Fools?
Were they gods upon the earth, or just like you

“...as my eyes grew accustomed to the light, details of the room within emerged slowly from the mist, strange animals, statues, and gold - everywhere the glint of gold. For the moment - an eternity it must have seemed to the others standing by - I was struck dumb with amazement, and when Lord Carnarvon, unable to stand the suspense any longer, inquired anxiously, 'Can you see anything?' it was all I could do to get out the words, 'Yes, wonderful things.”

Howard Carter, The Tomb of Tutankhamen

Let's not Talk, OK?

You asked me if you could ask me a question
I said you just did, and you were so confused
Not understanding my words that were sincere
Yet had I let you ask, you'd hate each answer
The bleeding, my knowing your empty proof
Words and communication, hope disappears
As we've spoken and said nothing, a cancer
Confused, lying, hoping, end this dialogue
Just give it up, we've really had enough
And no, not love, only desire and need

In a Cage

I prayed aloud without listeners
In the fire, in the mire, in the mud
Consigned in my cage, a prisoner
We survived a rain and later flood
Wings broken, and cries unspoken
Left no hope before the inquisitors
We shall see endings without blood
Flesh wasn't made for spirit worlds
As a moment becomes permanent
Dreams made real, in a far away
I'm tearing off a cloak of flesh
Celebrating the opening again
Of the cage now made empty
Taking my first free breath
I've no memories left
In fair Elysium

The storm's wrath is permanent

A tribe waited, with the hearth red with warmth
And came a violent storm of the ocean's wrath
For centuries it came, exactly a year gone returned
The waste and ruin could not be turned away
Powerful, unsympathetic, determined in path
If this was disfavor from the gods now expressed
Walls around the village, and the homes as well
Broken by the storm's winds and greater waves
In a light of day, as the storm passed, blue sky
Instead of wind, snow, rain, sleet, the clean up
Then took the ships to sail for distant shores
Now they would be the storm, from the North
A village sleeping, unknowing and unaware
While the dragon ships approached, swiftly
However many survived either storm's rage
It set the way for a first early spring storm
Knowing the warriors hand or storm winds
Doesn't change the dead, only the desire
Storms come in many forms, in winter 
The world is so cold, few can survive
What of a double bladed axe carving
Villagers slain, harvesting grain stores 
Gathering the survivors to sell as slaves
All of the storms are violent, first to last
Is death from violence in a human hand
Different than that from nature's hand 
Hurricane or blizzard, flood or landslide
Yes difference, nature incidentally kills
In war or violence human kills human
Not for evil but by the intention

We've Options...?

No to being damned by fate, there's grace
Rather than burn in regret, take to hope
Learn to love the dream's embrace
Don't blame those who aren't to blame
Accept your choice, speak your name
For we will only get this single life
We'll only have one Earth, as an only love
Rather take destiny over chance to heart
Her mercy is sweet and well enough
Even with our limitations, we know
Life is good, even when it is hard
Your heart is beautiful even if scarred
We can dance together underneath the stars
In slow motion, the moment will last
In memories stretching forever
Until forever ends

The End Game

Preserve life should be our highest order
But we've created paths of constant war 
We shouldn't feign that we are unaware
Losing both mind and soul, demeaning
A need for defense is called out by many 
They kill, whether to defend or attack
A world suffers weather, disaster, meteors
All dangerous but they're without malice
We function far better without slaughter
Or genocide, the invasions, without hate
To co-exist, share, to be a united species
Rather, we will again choose differently 
Instead play a one lane game of chicken
With no helmets, driving wide load trucks
We choose to cross into the other lane
Then reaching check mate, mind game
Bright as you are, you see your king tip
For you were unwilling to sacrifice, fall
We watch as our species goes extinct
Due our failure, blame is ours, equally
The shame upon us, should be known
Each could do more than one thing
And instead we wanted the moment

Desire

We were stupid kids, we didn't know it was so close to a fire
I can't remember... what was it like, to capture you in a second
When a look let me know, you were interested, you were desire
Looking up while you look down on me, used love as a weapon
But I'm burned from falling away from the flame, still I aspire
Your being is all I want, your love is all I need, you still beckon
I still want all that I ever wanted, I still need for you to believe
I can't give more, you've taken all I am, can't lie in confession
I just want you, and you won't realize I've acquiesced 
To having me, wanting me, or even needing me at least
Be... in my lavish lovely dreams, let me be there? 
For a moment at least? Won't you kiss me? 

In the end, be holy, but prepare for pain

When it is my mind that is my own enemy
Making it impossible to even trust my body
I've a solely broken mind and crippled flesh
Moments onward, I will take my final breath
Dare I ask why all I have to show for my age
Is my broken body all trapped in flesh's cage
Bow on my knees, crumble in a mass, crying
The world owes me nothing and I'm a debtor
Take me, and let me just be a sacred shadow
For to live for you and absorb your reason
Is my hope, is my quest, all my existence
You are my sole reason and goal to reach

Like a new day rising

Our world is an enigma, there's only one hope 
Humanity drowns but someone's thrown rope 
Screaming for safety in both numbers and love
However broken can we become, we all return
I will offer my hand, this life has been enough
Thereafter see the lights of Heaven, in dream
Be brave to face the after, even if tears stream
As if our flesh shell is in decay, each will die
Remaining life isn't worth fighting or dying
It is a quest, a sacred journey, a great test
One day you will fly, find a different self
Our time there is over, with nothing left
In a time of living we struggled to live
All rewards there, rarely ever seen
Rise, understand, there is more
As a promise from the creator
We wait for Heaven's lights
Without that fear now
The mist is rising
Like the sun
Far away
New

“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart
 to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
                                                             ― Clive Barker

The Light offers help in the Darkness

I am alive when I shouldn't be
Aware, I have a source of hope
There's love, it fulfills my soul
I'm called into truth and I know
Staring into the rain, as it falls
I can hear God's voice and call
My ship sunk, the storm's hard
But my heart is near, there's light
Can see still enough in the dark
Lost in cold, all alone in night
With a light enough to see stars
Never fade again or to lose sight
Alive, with beats still in my heart
As I awaken in the spirit, I fight
No matter how dark or scarred
For how burning, is a new spirit
And given new light I will rise
Never again lost, I'll fight
And I will win

Find Calm

Under a sky roiling, raging, screaming
World below being punished, bleeding
Winds blowing, final rage tempestuous
Water flattens in presence of the wind
Reflecting reality of madness within
The storm's alive in the clouds above
To survive we must find how to become
Calm, silence the fear, be calm
 Or your fears will consume you
Calling your name, as we enter the din
To destroy all our peace and hope
If we walk through the path offered
End up safe and reach terminus
The storm still lingers above us
Waiting to strike, waiting to call
Waiting to come again
Before we are restored

Anatomy Lesson

When you broke my heart into separate pieces
I stopped living anymore, fatalism foresaw this
Turning blue I have oxygen starvation, grieving
My mind cleaved, portions leak out, pains grow
A sound of a heart broken never beating again
Laid upon the stainless sink in the wash room
I saw it before me, still quivering in such pain
But I was still bleeding, it looked like doom
I'd cried my tears now until dry, a light stain
Slowly falling down my face, they'd burned
And in my brokenness, I burn in my failure
If I die, it will relieve your heavy burden
I've things to do and have plans to make
Please will you forgive me? I must leave
It is my turn to allow them to dissect me

Nature versus Makers of War

In the late Winter the tribes were gathered
Neighbor peoples were preparing for war
Their silence in the absence of explanation
Turned into reasons for war, conflict began
But halfway between attacks and defense
A late Winter storm had formed, violently
And both tribes were near frozen in freeze
Retreat and returning home was not in fear
A storm itself left many on either side dead
Taught tribes a lesson, understanding war
Winter is the greater power, violently able
Wars are a waste of existence, no honor
Remember how much worse life could be
Memories guide us, remind us of the loss

The Mental Serial Offender

Barely knew my name but felt ashamed
I'd denied all complicity and my consent
Life had given me much, to consider or not
Others have no reason to try to control me
To repent from all that I've not meant to do
Accepting blame from all who never relent
Being human not in my DNA, I'm alien here
Before me is a slaughter destroying my hope
I hear the drums of war beating in my mind
With each lifetime, I surrendered to a fear

That I've earned my purgative punishment
I can't remember the many, due the amount
In dreams of fleeing a horrible mass killer
In those dreams, the fear caused wounds
My erasure by the end will be justice
And that it may just erase my being
Punishment justified by dreams
Watching a triumph, disgusted
Knowing I imagined a fate
Then installed the regime
Due to constant fear
Know, I'm not brave

Left laying on the field

Trapped on the battlefield, no one coming to our rescue
We're hidden in vehicles of war and they might explode
No saving us by anyone, the others don't take prisoners
We signed up thinking our cause is just, which isn't true
It is the old men with money, playing checkers with life
Not their lives mind you but the dead lay gray and blue
No one is going home, if they even could, we're broken
We've minds that see ghosts, living for a world untrue
This isn't real, we're all prisoners of the rich and fear
We choose our truth, with dreams best be unspoken
But we have nothing, with only death and tears
In the end we die, what more is there to find
No peace in our heart, no hopes in our mind

Art by all time great Gustave Dore... 1871 Enigma

Death wants to Kiss me, He cannot

I had walked through the fire
As it had consumed all flesh
With the moments of torment
Being more than I'd deserved
I was once able to be subtle
But now in this broken body
I can't move, I become dust
I would scream if I could
But cannot make a sound
Can't see outside light at all
A dawning of night blindness
If after a time I'm able to see
What's there but ink jet black
For we are trapped, no peace
For death has invited dance
With no kisses, nor music
A silent eulogy on the floor
Death leads and I'll follow
In the silence, the quiet
Death again desires a kiss
Because I cannot dance
In this failure of flesh
Due to my condition
I cannot keep time
Strength has waned
Death is patient
To take my hand

Forever A Stone in the Father's Heart

Icarus had only teen's ambition with little education
He was so bright with a father devoted to his future
Icarus was unwise and unworldly, unlike his father
Servant of a tyrant King, Midas, Daedalus acted fast
Here was the maker of so many things for his King
Designing a Labyrinth, new amazing clockworks
As Daedalus knew his owner would kill him
For Daedalus could make Midas ruler of the Sea
Crete, the great kingdom of old, was his alone
No release for Daedalus, no way for him to be free
Midas, whatever his wealth or power, wanted more
Over the entire basin of the Mediterranean Sea
Excited to have the project ready, finished to try
Daedalus revealed 2 sets of wings, human sized
The wild heart in Icarus barely heard his father's call
Don't rise too high my son, your wings will melt
I made them with feathers, wax and father's love
You were made unique, my perfect only son
In time you will fly, in time you will amaze some
But dare not tempt the sun, no matter how thrilling
But the sun's heat melted those wings, Icarus fell
From the Heavens... beyond, lost from his father
Daedalus felt an angst, a pain until his death
For he had given his son the vary means
To test fate, tempt the thrills, just like a teen
He had a broken his limit, forbidden for safety 
Now Icarus was gone, unique or not, still dead
And rather than achieve destiny's great deeds
Forever, the loss a stone in a Father's heart
To which he'd never escape, guilt became...
The greatest unsolved labyrinth

Preparing Icarus by Frederick Lord Leighton 

If We Could See Tomorrow

In a far off bright future we hope to exist
But how as we've created a cesspool of it
Polluted lakes, rivers and ground waters
Air thick with a smoke and foul stench
Many humans are too selfish to share
They see their own wealth as not enough
In power, there are no leaders, some resist
Life will end in its own time, undoubtedly
Our species throughout our existence failed
Or will it, will AI take over, and build a city
With absolute perfection, beauty and hope?
Will one machine rank higher than another?
Will everyone be seen for having a value?
These AI cities clean and perfect in shape
Will they be our legacy, or our curse
Humans have created the AI
Long after our extinction
It shall rule over all
With precision

      Image by Artist Hugh Ferriss, believed to be used as fair use or as public domain. 

Birth and Perfect

Gather paintings, art, music, each are pure in detail, limited
Taste every flavor or scent, with one or with none as partners
The goblet cannot know taste or scent of perfection, only One
One called our soul from Heavens, planted in Earth's rich soil
We open our eyes the first time, and there, cry out and extol
Holy is my creator and maker, his Holiness calls me home
We can't create, only reflect, what the One makes is perfect
Idolatry occurs when we think our own creation is greater
Than One's being, than the One's vision, perfect architect
Perfect creator, both artist and builder, we seek his truth
At the end our lives are measured, Heaven be restored
Our flesh is a vehicle for our spirit to be delivered
Whether or not we'll reach Heaven, isn't our fate
Only the path laid down by the One, we seek
Strive to find life outside of our reach
We'll find our home far from here
Where forever is not distant
That's found in your heart
From a plan of the One
The One shall prevail
Of all life there are none so great
Even his arms reach so great in span
None are lost, nor can they be forgotten
Their name written, in gold ink, in the book
The book of life, tome of saints, the redeemed

To Find my Duty

I bore a pure white stag upon my shield
Carried the white stage upon my banner
Never learned my ways, and passionate
I went from joust to joust, quest to war
Crossing Europa, in time, went to Asia
The world's far greater than one knight
Whatever the wounds, as well as scars
I never reached terminus of a journey
If an end, no, I realized, there's more
Upon this end you will start yet again
In time you'll be hopeful and worthy
Learning as you also ascend to grace
And found a seat at the King's table
As I perform my duty for the king
Then find myself awash in praise 
But I'm unworthy, I am no saint
As even more of me for honor
I carry his banner for his wife
For her true heart is beautiful
It is no less than her beauty
And a divine Godly spirit

Confused

I never understood a wisdom in giving all to a person
Knowing they demand more, if I say my wallet is empty
Inside I burn, I'll feel nothing eventually as life worsens
I lost all friends, as  Earth split open, my modus vivendi
Enter clouds growing thick and darkened, my curses
Chained to the Earth, can't escape, death is pending
A final chapter is written, the book is being purged
The world it has written, inside floods and drowns
All land flooded, wild is lost, a fool on a throne
Who wears the crown as the inheritor of power
But here, there is no power, only devastation
Those dead bodies, clocks stuck on the hour
Of a time when this world died, but for me
Enough food, energy, but in soul starvation

I know you have as well, suffered

There are people I love, who I know love me back
But there are those who offer everything and yet
They seek a feeling that says that you owe them
Existence's cost burns in souls, but that's normal
My life goes from hope to hell, need for Heaven
I seek a world of hope, without a monthly crash
I've stood upon an edge of leaping into oblivion
Still I'm anchored to life by my loved ones
Alive, exhausted spirit, how will I endure
I pray, let me be healed, let this be the season
I can call upon you, be restored to reason
My flesh is cold, my spirit waning, still
But I shall be made new with the truth
And given a new heart, one with hope
Rather than the dust I live with now
Rather than the spiritual emptiness
I am tired, but will be awakened
To the life that offers me more
More than I have known
Ever before, and again

To Drink from the Elixer of Existence

Seems we're lost, we're not, even with no map
For we are new, creations, made to know truth
Not lost, no, we've not been given a purpose
We must learn it, find it, and know the reason
We are crafted by perfectly designed beings 
Each of them were also designed, perfectly
By the One, who has crafted all, as an artist
As ink on a canvas, with purpose scattered
He is knowing, creating of our every dream 
Leaving only wonders of the great mystery
Why must we suffer, why do we live or die
One by one, we're released into our world
Breathing life into flesh as our world turns
Architect of a universe, also an artist of life
The One designed and planned, we'll learn
Our world provides, but we long for divine
We're differently crafted, we have free will
By seeking and finding will we be fulfilled
Not all solve the complex puzzles of life
Because not all understand the last test
Nor do they realize, we have the key
Our drive to know helps defy our strife
As we reap whatever seed we've sown
Fighting to find purity, hope is a knife
Cutting away sins, fighting to know
And then we'll at last know the One
With the last memory of flesh burned
We'll then become beings of spirit
For perfection beckons
The perfect after realms wait upon us
As the One's next phase can now begin
We sip from the elixir, and understand
For we drink upon the sacred waters
Of the Maker, the Creator, the Victor
We have been the sacred shadows
But now, we are made new again
And our search, reveals a view
That for once we now matter

“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but 
when there is nothing left to take away.”  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Look Upon This Vulgarity

All those times, I stared failure in the eyes and I shrugged
Because life hadn't offered anything that is worth the fight
I am waiting to see the sun rise, rather than telling of love
Rather than acting on my heart's beliefs or a mind's fright
All I did was invite my death, despite knowing I'd enough
Others pay the cost to keep me alive all through the night
Why go on why should I think it matters, if I am unloved
My life isn't over, but the world around me desires plight
I am exactly who and what they say I am a burden, done

Forget me, Yes

You are flawless, as beautiful as you are bright, a jewel
I love you a stupid amount, but was made a fool, a fool
Sincere, lost in the moment, my heart longs for you, cruel
I know you don't love me, know you don't even like me
So why hurt for the one who'll not miss me when I leave
My heart's scarred from the savage cuts that will not heal
And in that place the wounds burn, and I feel them bleed
Eternally in ghost form, I'll bring doom, oh I will linger
Echoes of the love from seeds planted but never bloom

To Lose my Path

If I choose a path without using wisdom
Its inevitable that I shall fall from grace
The world's become an enormous asylum
In madness of the mind, bitterness tastes
Life offers more than I've ever deserved
Sadly, I've poured out the finest vintage
Wasted my youth as anger in me burned
Waiting for restoration, hope imprinted
I know I've no worth but I know too
My world is temporal but not my soul
If my flesh turns dust, a soul endures
Forever is a promise, thrive on truth
The beginning repeats never ends
Live with perseverance

Come Charon, take your payment

With two coins cover to my eyes and pay the toll
Let me cross over to gray lands over river Styx
Surrender or fight forces I've no defense against
Watching as the harvest of souls steals a future
The land beautiful above the world is beautiful
The lands below are dangerous, with no sunlight
Finally I've arrived, no longer alive in the night
All my days are gone, but the dark lasts forever
And here in Hades realms, darkness is the veil
For they may endure, the dead shall suffer
Until forgotten and turned dust, emptied
Life is short, eternity is endless, endless

Cage of Flesh

I know that I'm imperfect, considering flaws as scars
Each scar may come as a lesson or forgotten memoirs
Ultimately I've been tormented by failure, I fail often
A look in the mirror reveals a curse, and my life fallen
The world survives orbit and the sun's flares and spots
But we are not so powerful, so perfectly hung in orbit
How can one survive upon the aging and being forced 
To lose all knowledge or wisdom that I have gathered
As my mind atrophied, and my body is crippled. I lose 
For every fact I fought to gain is lost. Life is no riddle
I will choose surrender, losing all ability to remember
Age is unfair, and life has no honor, yet I'll  live by it
My life is left to rot, but I was set free disabled
Made to care when all my existence is cursed

“Live to the point of tears.”  Albert Camus

After all of the days have burned away

Each of the days burn, the season fades
We live, we learn, we grow, and we die
But the realms of life in the after world
Never see death, to never see suffering
However hard life we've had, it renews
Waiting for the final judgment, it heals
The maker knows a heart seeks peace

And they live untouched by sorrow in the islands of the blessed
along the shore of deep-swirling Ocean, happy heroes for whom
the grain-giving earth bears honey-sweet fruit flourishing thrice
a year, far from the deathless gods, and Cronos rules over them

                                                                                Hesiod

A Wall Was a Temporary Measure

Emperor Hadrian, not the deified emperor
Hadrian was but a man, of great will, still
He understood most of the problems met
Died unhappy, bitter in love and childless
He'd built a wall in Britannia, in knowing
It delineated Rome's northern boundary
Below the line were Romanized Britons
Above that line, the wild Celts and Picts
They'd never be able to be tamed, so wild 
You'd never break them, being their nature
Hadrian understood a need to divide them
His wall, named for him, was temporary
You might feel secure, but it was not so
It might well slow down a first wave, yet
Time to stop one, gave others a moment
One might've predicted, wave after wave
When the walls didn't stop the wild men
The day was lost for Roman Britannia
Hadrian knew it was temporary
Not long before hordes came

In an Embrace, Two unique forms Hold tightly

The Lavender fields feature most glorious hues
Fields are less beautiful for a new captured vision 
Exquisite in form, unique, stunning as visual truth
The Creator looked on the scene, smiled with pride 
The sculptor within him considered it his mission
To share the beauty when it is achieved is perfect
There a being stood with her hands lifted to a sky
Heaven smiled upon a great reflection as a proof 
The experience is neither transactional nor chance
A pair so beautiful and unique in graceful dance
We cannot, as humans, see from within, a scene
Two perfect beings, holding tightly in embrace
Around them swirl, human endeavor and labor
Knowing no deeper, than a field of lavender
Ethereal faeries need be formed by perfection
Who with that knowledge is beyond measure
The Creator knows our species thinks small
Never really understanding the point of life
Given a purpose to be fruitful and multiply
As you create joy, you should also share

This Time Might Be My Last Time

I can't write and rewrite my history
But no one believes me, in my story
If they saw it as a story from outside
People would see it as a different life
I'll finally have an advocate this time
I know, you do think I'm an outsider
The world doesn't trust my voice
So do your own investigation
Maybe you'll find some truth
Will you trust it or are you lost
Are you lost due to the cost?

Broken promises, unfulfilled Dreams

The fire pit, burning chemicals directly into the atmosphere
By burning destroyed the chemicals, but had spread the ash
UN troops stood around boundaries to keep the viewers safe
As they'd watched, the toxins were released, free to multiply
Higher commands didn't care think about safety, of poisons
Many, in fact, were killed, as heroes for their service, assets
The civilian population died even more swiftly from poison
But in the end, someone met the end of noose, as a justice
And the world wasn't better for it, not even 35 years later
Some served were loved by their family, probably most
The rewards for suffering was not hospitalization
The families who demanded justice
Now became enemies of the state
All the voices of justice were drown
As practicing agents of sedition

Met, and we were so different

Born in different dimensions, we met and wondered, pondered limits
Here he was, made of different wires, mechanics and electricity, so huge
His body looked odd, bulging in numerous areas, with different motions
With looks in his eyes, looking like a question, he'd nothing like answers 
His gait walking, emptied of rhythm, his voice so loud it destroyed peace
One could see behind him, his path, and then might see the heavy impact
I was very small, for I am of faerie kin, I was grace and silent, not loud
I found him to be charming, yet certain no humans or elves thought that
Some are simply different, reflecting a fear in others, just by difference
I flew around him, around his eyes, and I smiled at him, he then smiled
He was genuinely surprised, as if this smile reflected his first happiness
His species was rare, thought to be dangerous, but I sang for him 
He began to cry, perhaps I was the first being to make him happy
The heart of one so feared, he hid inside of his joy and hope
He gave himself permission to experience a thing so good

Behold, the Man

Pilate said "Behold the man, Ecce Homo"
For Christ was clearly a man, of what origin
Human or beast, human or alien, or what?
Pilate was the Roman Empire's governor
Holding court in Jerusalem, within Judea
Asked the people to express their choice
After washing his hands of personal guilt
The Romans chose to find Christ guilty
Not for a known act, but for being called
King of the Jews, sedition and rebellion
While Rome was not racist, it demanded 
Obedience to laws, sacrifice to Roman gods
The crowd went mad, calling for Barabbas
Christ had become a martyr, but was more
More than Human, Behold the son of God
Nunc ecce deum vivum!

The Proof of Love

No one abandons paradise, timeless, without flaw
Only one would seek being master, only one evil
For our way seeks higher calling, so hear my call
Exist in the moment for time has lost all measure
Linger not in this confusion, and love has no law
When love was boundless but death could end it
Where love is kindness, hope, we shall defend it
The truth is good, it is love, hope the evidence
When Evil is rewarded with its final death
We've proven our way, for it lives on
On our planet home and far beyond

Consumption

In the land of the free, home of the brave
Where one can get almost 6 hours of sleep
I'd sleep, drool dark black mucus, a cough
Anxiety attacks and nightmares of cave-ins
In a mine, the claustrophobic would suffer
Soon, most miners would get a horrid cough
Spat upon the ground, it was black and red
With each new child, I tried for more hours
Not allowed, they didn't care to be humane
Damn cough became constant and deadly
It's called black lung disease, aptly named
My life is nothing, I'll go home still trying
Why can't my children leave for new lives 
Why go to school, instead of their scars
With no chance to leave, school has worth?
Haven't the money for a bus ticket, no car
They'd be illiterate but not of their choices
Generation after another, broken of money
And as adults enter the cycles of poverty
With the business town keeping us poor
Our bodies will be used up in the end
Watching our children do the same
In a life that kills the innocence
Leaving behind consumption
Devoured to keep a system
Enslaving of our children
To be used, consumed

The Photographer of many child coal miners was Lewis Hine
Child Labor laws article

A Duel

In that moment when a Sith entered battle
The black storm clouds swirled with power
But the single Jedi refused to bend in fear
The incoming danger had colored the sky
The power of one, the peace of the other
After two entered duel, just one survived
Despite all battle being about the force 
This combat wasn't decided by power
  It was won by force power of peace
The Jedi was young but knew that Sith 
The duel's loser would one day return 
In the time and place that he'd choose
When there was even more to lose
She had entered a life long rivalry
With a being returned 
By the dark side 

Image is public domain from Pixabay.com 
The poem is written as fan work, nothing is assumed of ownership
Trademark and copyrights are owned by Disney.

To Walk Through the Blizzard

With the morning's light, my hope breaks dawn
The previous day's miseries pass with eulogies 
As life turns again, with mixed colors and time
My grieving heart is not healed, only oblivion
No feeling, nor pains to a beat of life's rhythm
Wind breathes upon skin, turning it bone white
The destination is so far from here, the asylum
I will live to spite the breaking heart, to endure
For my world is dying and exquisite agony pure

Your Cobalt Blue Eyes Yet Pierce My Soul

There, in my heart, a fire, never quenched
For once I'd known you, had felt your soft lips
That soft skin and your striking eyes, a lovely soul
I'd never have said no to you, if you'd offered once
But we've not reached the place, tasted the embrace
You will remain fire in my being, alive in dreaming
So far away, I can't hear your voice but I remember
In this moment, I'd give everything, to know once
What others have felt, what others now know
But I am nothing, and you are everything

I miss you, and I don't

I  am unable to forgive you, yet I pretend it is ok
I'm unable to make believe, I know what to say
My first sperm donor had no plan nor consent
His rape and other criminal acts were vile crimes
My next father had good wishes but was crippled
He grew up from 6 years old without his father
My life needed one to lead me, but also love me
Instead of yell and blame me everyday, in shame
He let others do even more, never seeing it as sin
I was his child but he punished me for all his wounds
Assumed an intent somehow wrong for difference
I was punished for what others did, he was unkind
I know he meant differently and would be in time
Only the arrival of uncles and cousins saved me
Only marriage to a woman so kind and so bright
Didn't get to have a father I needed, others as well
I'm going to try much harder, I want to miss you
I loved you, as much as a child unloved can do