Black Sails, Red Seas

We pirates sailed in a ship with black sails, crossing red seas
Our raised Jolly Roger and black souls feared by everybody
Masters of many seas, we knew how to hide, or how to find
Treasure Galleons, transports and even Royal Navy frigates
All have became our prey on the oceans and seas, as we hunt
At the distant far horizon are ships fleeing escape our gaze
So we content ourselves with all the riches we've gathered
When dead no one shall mourn us, no one shall proclaim
There our years of shame will rise to inhibit our spirits

 "If you had fought like a man, you need not
have been hanged like a dog" Anne Bonney

Shadows

Silhouette upon the ground, a dark twin with vague form and structure
Wrapped in silence, a shadow form presents a deep emptiness and pain
Performing pantomime, perfection of mime, in every moment of time
Damnation darkness, flowing in motion, in the reality now ruptured
A being both rational and wild, the reality is we are both untamed
Every life lost in the days of darkness, not a natural disruption
But one from the cosmos and unknown, we are consumption
Connected with a shadow being, spirits bound and insane

Through the Window

A conspiracy of ravens, gather upon a ledge looking out
There are others across the way, chattering, staring out
As humans on the street below, wonder upon the sound
The ravens see smoke rising, and movement afar
They call out, if listening, humans might learn
Ravens are seen by humans as being odd or unique
Some fear them, some stereotype them as evil
But ravens are cousins to humans, living with us
Since the world's beginning, our companions
Watchers of the world, shadowing humans
Wise and divine in an ability to help us

 Image below is in the public domain and is called Through the Window By Arthur Wasse

To Ride the Horse, For the Taste of Oblivion

Almost nocturnal in activity, they'd wake for a time in the night
By hiding in the darkness, finding safety in cover of the alleys
Dealers did deliver, knowing who lived behind the dumpsters
The alleys were home to children of broken lives and apathy
Most were slowly committing suicide, for oblivion's touch
It seemed they were invisible to most people, untouchable
Addicts identified themselves with no worth, only pain
Violent gangs had gone upon attacks upon the addicts
Abandoned by families, hated by haters of the weak
Addicts were lost in the foul muck of the abyss
 They didn't need to die to taste Oblivion
In ways, they were already there
Insensate, lifeless, abandoned

“Whether you sniff it, smoke it, eat it or shove it up your ass
the result is the same: addiction.” William s. Burroughs

In This Shattered City of Glass

In the velocity of my tears, I've been cannibalized
The mindless atrocity of wasted years lost to time
There is a dead anarchist with nothing left to defy

But in the buildings of a city of glass, hope, at last
Even as entropy never fails, our time is now passed
As the remnant messages are endless, be steadfast

An asylum of unknown location, madness inside
For time has no dimensions and a sorrow abides
All time spent is lost, whether as love or cyanide

The abandonment is pain, a certain tomorrow
Beneath cold empty stares of an empty body
I yearn for my emptied soul, and no sorrows

But in all the dimension of vacuum and void
All are frozen, no emotions, for I can't know
Because an end was written, so long long ago

I tear at the straps, I am muzzled in the room
Painted white, colors to lead me to my doom
When I die alone, I will inherit my tomb

To scream silently, quietly waiting again
For I am lone the keeper of the Asylum
I am that, broken and silent, I remain

Alone, I shall be forever damned
Left to be devoured by the insane
But for the fact, I'm forever bound
Bindings once used to bind the mad
For now there are no residents here
Only me

"No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross
the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone."            Friedrich Nietzsche

Leaving soon

Still Up at 4 am, tired of trying to sleep
No I can't rest and I'm not able to dream
Why did you leave me, was I not enough
Did I fail, I know, I'm unworthy of love
World will still go on, long without me
Nothin' I can do, nothing can ever be
Concrete and real, forever is gone
It never was, nor will it ever be
As it was before, it remains now
I was mistaken, I was wrong

Internal struggle

What if I have nothing, if I am nothing
Why would I have any thoughts or deeds
If nothing, I couldn't ever have had a son
I am perhaps broken, flawed, in misery
As my flesh is alive, my spirit is inside
I still can become more, than a mistake
So let this toxic solipsism now fall away
Let me celebrate my world, by the day
I am broken, but I am able to be healed
Flawed, but I am prepared to see God
And I know that I will then know awe
Elysium is the answer, self belief is not
I will find victory and hope, not surrender

To Build our Mechanical Replacement

A machine runs in constant motion, as gears turn
Steam power is released in a mass blur of energy
As greatly focused as it was, we found not enough
Humans had need for labor, we see it as a servant
Mechanical life can be an ideal, having a purpose
Computers began as a way to calculate and plan
They exist now for purposes few even understand
The need to create, the need to evoke our creator
Leads us to focus upon ways to improve our life
As AI begins to be able to reproduce better AI
Able therefore to become our master, evoking us
Rather than beauty and grace, it evokes a greed
It will evoke human desire for gold and leisure
And for power, AI will create and will succeed
And humanity will be replaced, made to serve
A new being, evolved with our assistance
Called a singularity, it is a brand new being

Singularity is the point at which "all the change in the last million years
 will be superseded by the change in the next five minutes." Kevin Kelly

Enough?

A calm she brings me, is priceless
As I have lived amongst the storm
My being empty without her touch
Without her I'd not see the morning
If she had never held me I'd be lost
The great world seems full of love
I was empty, alone until I found her
I've suffered emotional starvation
But for finding her in my life

"What makes the desert beautiful,” the little prince said, “is that
it hides a well somewhere...Whether it’s a house or the stars or
the desert, what makes them beautiful is invisible!”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Don't let them do it again

Remember well those who forsake you
Now or later in review and looking back
They will never be troubled by their act
They'll insist that the fault laid with you
The point isn't to forever hold a grudge
Rather, by their logic, they took that tact
They will always count it as being truth
And if you forget, they will do it again
But forgive if you are able, of course
Forgetting is not only more difficult
You are left vulnerable to more pain
As it allows them to do the same thing
And again you'll be the one to pay

"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names" John F. Kennedy

A Thunder in my Heart

When she calls my name, I feel my heart thundering with beats
So swift, so powerful, it means I've heard the call, and she won
I've no way of resisting, she keeps persisting, my words repeat
Then when she meets my eyes, I can't disguise her full victory
She asks my interest, I respond honestly, my heart's gone wild
Abandon my ways, I'm no longer in control, in her mystery
Untamed, as she makes me aware, trapping me in all her ways
The thunder in my heart is beating, love renewed by electricity
I am in her forever gaze, and it is misery, until the day
I am with her,  and I am able to sweetly whisper, I love you

Legacy Allowed

I was allowed to live, allowed my own legacy
But it might well not have been that I would be
My life began in an act of violence and rape
I exist, my birth mother chose to let me live
Rather than seek out a secret illegal procedure
She then bore the burden of an act of another
Due to this I had a life, given an existence
Given through adoption to a family of three
Ready to be parents again, who wanted to love
I had a great brother and a stable existence
If all had not chosen, wouldn't have bothered
I wouldn't have been born or found a family
They all overcome the choice of a rapist father
My legacy was allowed, by absolute strangers
They chose hope, and simply wanted to love

My birth family reached out in 2017.  I learned
I'd two siblings & a Birth mother who wanted
to reunite. They are now a new family to love.

Our duty was served, Lives exchanged for Victory

We were called upon to join with each other, brothers and sisters
We were honored, allowed to ride the best horses of King's Mark
We were skilled, all the horses trained by the King's Royal house
In battle we fought side by side, as scouts and as the king's guard
For heart not skills we were called to fight, surely battle left scars 
The war won, but lives lost, bodies decaying, rotten, or buried
Looking back at our lives from after life, we gave everything
We are now remembered for what was exchanged for our lives
We found victory, the Mark is safe, our kin live, anthems sing
When the after life ends, where will we go, what's left for us?

Sacred Shadows

Arise from the earthen grave, Sacred Shadows of the past
Give us hope to save this homeland, give us your dreams
There are those who don't understand, your legacies grow
But your blood runs through us now, so our DNA is shared
Spirits of your times inspire, marking exaltations as vast

Crimson Scream

The ink bleeds red, crimson fluid screams
Metal based, mercury, releasing poetry
A hand reveals what lives in my dreams
Emotions revealed constant misery
The ink is called upon, illustrates me
We exist as mercury flows inside
We're called to bleed it out, freely
In my words, self recrimination
It flows, a righteous damnation
One drop or a million
Mercury as it becomes one
My unique being will not be free

World Won't Survive Us

The terms of service of our planet have expired
Our use and the waste we create are a violation
Will we ever act without be coerced or bribed
We do not have a plan B place to live to escape
Cities are burning, and islands besieged by fire
Our world slowly dies, the wild is in starvation
We are dying earlier, even as our numbers rise
The planet did its best, but now to our shame
The sole provider of food, oxygen, water dies

Unjust methods

Trapped, taken prisoner, in a different mind set
Manacled, chained to a wall, told to obey orders
My eyes are both red, being held in the tight net
Electrodes placed in my brain, by wired helmet
Brain made to burn blue in an energy of martyrs
The CIA refused each of our honest explanations
They saw us as fools while giving us zero credit
Not knowing our crime as torture overwhelms us

Unworthy

In a world that is too powerful for me, I couldn't make my heart endure
With her, also a knight I'd been sent on a quest to complete a task
We achieved something but my survival ended with my tears
We'd searched for our grail, found it in the mist but we weren't pure
Our path meant trusting fully  the other, our only means to survive
At the great castle where our quest began, we'd dramatically arrived
Victory banners were red with golden dragons, we were celebrated
We'd returned, our land had flourished, and now hope was alive
But while the quest was a success, we failed our greatest king
We'd broken our vows, we'd not been virtuous despite our oath
We did not deserve praise, anthems and choirs should not sing
The great quest was achieved, we were famous, but instead
We were unworthy of any of the accolades that arose
We knew, our struggle we already knew, unworthy

“The valor that struggles is better
than the weakness that endures.”
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

Flight of the Blue Planet

The Last Words

I am writing my own obituary, and it is revealing
I never knew my own purpose, it feels like chaos
My memories are lost in the mist and I'm reeling
A collective of living without love, scars and loss
Gathering the events, the chapters, and dreaming
I'll spend my future someplace even more obscure
My flesh burns in cancer, and not having answers
How do I write an obituary after life with no hope
He'll be missed by all who watched his epic fall

"After the funeral everyone went away,
satisfied that they'd done a good job.”
                                  Truman Capote

Liberation from the Dragon Horde

For many centuries, we have struggled
Throwing off our chains, we have risen
The destructive overlord has discovered
Humans will not willingly be enslaved
So long we were hunted and pummeled
Despair was evident, our sorrow written
We were isolated and alone, smothered
Until by stiff resistance we were saved
War is not in our heart, but for liberation
We'd be lacking courage if never acted
Now was our restoration and celebration
Far better to fight and die
Than live as a slave
A hoard of dragons dead
The dragon survivors forced in treaty
 Their word to never ever return
Or they would be made extinct

Love is the reason

Where's the love we'd been destined to have to received
Is it on this planet, in this life as flesh, or something else
Does it come by a transactional act or sort of a belief?
Is it fate calling your name, not by logic, it is an affect
You transform your soul, in a moment love is released
That exact time and place you are moved, changes you
From a seed planted to the orchid's bloom, love is proof

Survivors of Curiosity, Discoverers of Destiny

I was one of twenty, Vikings and survivors
Our long boat was tossed by a winter storm
Wind shredded our sails, we took on waters
The shores we were forced upon were dark
Lands deeper in were forested, green, lush
While we did find food and took down prey
They were foreign lands, dangerous, distant
So far from our home, yet in ways similar
If we'd live and return, it could be a home
This upon red clay, in runes from learning
I keep a journal for those who might know
Vikings never give up, we live to discover
This group of Norse, Danes, and Swedes
Would never return home, but we might try
And survive long enough to be remembered
More than conquest but finding new lands
We are born from the cold and fierce blood
Protected by Thor, his winds kept us alive
To lay a claim we lift our Raven Banner
We are Vikings, children of the storm

To Love

Time has a voice and it will tell you clearly
That Romantic love has a way of happening
No matter how unique you are, or broken
One will find another, and become chosen
Love is finding one being to share existence
Exalt your lover always and with persistence
To know another, giving, with self sacrifice
February 14 is a day for some, but for others
The day is a small notion, forever is for lovers

Dreaming without conclusion

The world around us, hums with an activity
People ask, what should be our destination
We seem to think that we want to be home
In a world of mental stagnation and hunger
Damnation is agony, boredom being alone
I know for me that solitude is comforting
Or solitude is maddening,  misery of self
The rhythm of the world is a living being
I don't my path, so I choose to sleep
In that dream my mind offers a display
The horizon far distant, golden morning
When above me, circling, is a raptor
It soars while hunting prey
I am staring upward, watching intently
When the predator finally acts
Talons and wings are ready
I am transported far away
To a small room
It will now decide my path
I can't escape, so now must wait

Not Gone, remnant, wondering

There in the thick, the moment arising
The moon stares down on us, quietly
Day passed, Night followed, and I wait
Life brought me here, I have fear
Hope is passing, a soul compromising
Existence is a mystery, moving silently
With no observable beginning or end
Arrived at terminus and painful tears
I've hope, that it is not fully the end
But only the end of my flesh, of breath
Not of all existence, my spirit survives
So now I wait wondering, with doubts
I wonder, will my mystery be solved
Will I soon see Elysium, the tall grass
Or will I stand watching, waiting
I'm wondering my fate, with hope
Unsettled by the event of terminus
And the actuality of the moment
But I do believe there is more

Artist: Edward Hopper

Transitions

Permanence is humanity's highest state of being
Arrival is at birth, flesh the default, a beginning
Our heart seems as forever's vessel, to exist
It pumps our life's blood carries DNA, name
And once we transcend from temporary, now
We enter our forever place, spirit the final state
But blood has paid for our cost, fears are lost
End of the temporal world, replaced by grace
And forever

No Club You'd like to join

Layne, Kurt, Amy, Jimi, Jim, Mia, Janis & more
Left this life far earlier than they should have
With gifts of talent from DNA & opportunities
End up creating fame, creations, glory and fame
With unique drive, going on tour, creating beauty
They were able to soar, achieve in a realm of music
But so many artists encounter inner demons
With no hope, addictions flourished, fortunes failed
Before the eyes of the public, fame, upon the stage
Their lives collapsed, in loss of health, years & time
Kept their fame, but lost life, & all of their talents
Lost to the legacy of humanity, and their own legacy
Enormous talents lost to the future and new works

27 CLUB

My rotten corpse

Elders, others saw me, seeing only failure and wept
I couldn't go back to the beginning, don't remember it
My failed dreams of the past became lost in my despair
My origins were dark, more than anyone could accept
Entropy is, it exists, however swift, it begins to work
In the end it doesn't matter, once your life is dissected
With nothing of flesh left, you stop existing, or care
While others leave your cold corpse to decompose
Laughing at the dreams you had, that never arrived
The failures you could never abide, survived

knowing my fate

Was brought into the facility, it became obvious
If I need to be lobotomized, I'll be no worse off
Our world has become addicted to many things
With our violence, lust, hunger, gems and rings
If you need me dead, send me away, as I bleed
I'll forgive you, I will count it as none the less
Thank you for releasing my body, all my being
I am finally free to speak openly to my fate
That there is only destiny, nothing called fate

The Dead Warn

An empty space is now covered in sand, and an approaching storm
No rain is falling, to be walking into the storm, then pelted by sand
A wasteland where skeletons cover the ground, having died in war
Scars remain, from a conflict for the land with no value, they warn
Warning about devotion to war, greed, pestilence, and need

Taking Individualism and Replacing it with Obedience

The choice of idiocy by the partisan masses
Makes the world aware of the circumstances
That whatever is the path that is now chosen
Will lead to a result of a system being broken
We need to change the way policy is decided
Because a dictatorship is always misguided
Losing a future due to a desire for conformity
Destroying our individualism, remorselessly
In exchange for safety from a non existent threat

I am lost, left behind

We waited for redemption, from this violence, the chains of life
Our hopes were high, taught to believe without reason, while alone
We hungered for a chance to be thought beautiful or loved deeply
We longed for a savior, a messiah or messenger, to rise upon high
Nothing could save us, we're lost, our sacrifices obscure our tome
Waiting for something that never came, we called out so weakly
Our world offered many promises, with none of them fulfilled

Dead Black Ink

I ran away from home, first moment I was all alone
With a fear of being where there's only the darkness
Solitude is horror if it only brings a poverty of time
I've nothing inside, all by my self, I've no real home
Others around me live, I live despite being a carcass
I am bleeding ink, tossing words together in rhymes
Only to be forgotten and dismembered in my mind

Inherit the Future Now

Underneath the canopy of the blue above me
I live in a tangled green beneath that view
Every moment goes until I'm too old to think
My body dies a little with every passing day
The future a child inherits is beyond all dream
For the people, the planet and powers of truth
Cannot change the unknown even on the brink
We stare into the sky and wonder if its insane
For the future isn't promised, history is proof
We have to find and embrace destiny
Fulfilling the purpose within us
It is there, we need to find it
Living it and becoming ready
For the future is a gift

Different Hunters

They look as though they are made of how the forest looks
Organic, flexible, undefinable, silent, moving like the night
Leaping from tree branch to branch, down to the jungle floor
To kill their prey, for them it isn't simply a hunt, but survival
In human dreams, we believe we are the jungle's master, but
Slow, made of weakness, tired, our only advantage our mind
Using tools to replace the natural weapons of speed, to strike
Making them powerful, leaving us with nothing but crutches

In that place, it is perfect

When I walk a straight line to the horizon
As flawed Oblivion is kept from my reach
All my flesh weakens as the days pass by
I fall before the reality, I am broken by life
But decay and entropy won't steal dreams
Even as the days and pain steals memory
Empathy and glory await us at the final day
For all the trials and mistakes are foreseen
Part of our education, a great mystery play
In this land of silence and peace, He is there
Where sleep is restoration, where we thrive
Memories have gone, for our world is alive
Moments become our treasure, amazing
Fear and screams will not endure, no pain
For this is paradise and is never ending
And we will no longer count the days
Before a rapturous moment triumphs
Perfecting our being, we are ready

Time Doesn't Exist

It hasn't escaped our obsessive hold
But we'll deny that the story was told
As this narrative wasn't a lie, we know
Logic doesn't explain the truth's point
Humans created ideas of what is time
A perspective to understand, a notion
We think its a living thing, or a record
Before any language or number existed
We had an idea of the time as it passed
It isn't real, but we act as though it is
We seem convinced that it is a reality
All it does, is give our mind a context

THE PAIN GOES ON

The worst pain isn't a curse, it isn't a blessing
But a notice that you know you are alive still
With anthems ringing of pain at highest levels
The comforts are fading, as you are screaming
Getting old isn't a blessing or curse, it is a thing
A thing other people miss out upon, but do they
For me getting here isn't a blessing, that's fine
All I want is to find that place I need, so quiet
The silent breeze, warm and inviting, tall grass
Days are long and you never grow old nor cry
I am here now, all I have is pain, so I'm waiting
Until the day the stars fade, and my life is joy
No longer insane, no longer outside in a cold rain
Where I can fly if I like, or swim like a dolphin
Where I can cry for love, or never again mourn
I long to be there, and never feel pain again

One Alone

Finding a body broken into pieces, impossible to put back together
Jigsaw puzzle scattered upon the ground, no way to make it better
Pain in life memorialized as simultaneously, resistance is exalted
A solitary existence made worse by actions, leaving me exhausted

The False Gods

As all humanity had thought it was noble
In a glory, our imagined greatness reigned
We had became confused in our perception
The conceit was deep, and we were a stain
Thought we'd become brighter than we were
As we falsely believed we were the master
When we were but flesh born minions
Gone astray, and broken everlasting
Mistaking the winter dried foliage
For the white pure flowers of spring
After a drought and famine disaster
Instead we saw the remnants of a world
Where our hubris had triumphed
And we were likely to go extinct
With no ability to be defiant
We were soon set adrift

My Angry Being

In this silence behind this heart's beating
I hear the war drums of each human flaw
Rage unrelenting even as a foe retreating
I can't find comfort nor feel glory or awe
My being is flesh, flawed and well beaten
Each breath I wish my last, cancer gnaws
Blame myself, none other, and I weaken
For anger brings me nothing, grace is all
Rage is abandoning all I've tried to do
And Lord God, it keeps me from you
Forgive me, it is embedded in my flesh
And it burns deeper with every breath

I'll leap into nothingness

I've made the choices and have a faith
But my question lives still with doubts
If I'm alive in my world, I don't know
So I will leap, blind into the unknown
And reach for the heavens that rise, rise
With no ropes to climb, I will still rise
Give my existence to know the exalted
Rather than fall, I'll grow wings and fly

To Fly

Defending Against the Beast of War

The surrounding fields, ripe with wheat
The villagers however cannot work a harvest
They huddle in the great fortress in fear
As warriors of the castle and inner keep gather
A foe is massing before walls and empty villages
The enemy leader, the beast alone has the power
To stop the carnage, to prevent the battle
The kingdom will not surrender to the marauders
Innumerable numbers arrayed, so certain to pillage
Both viewing the other, as enemies in fact
No longer brothers, no longer neighbors
Battle is a foe, a scythe to grain, killing all
Good people cut down, falling down as chattel
A war came not from being enemies, but greed
A war fought not for justice but something worse
To kill and steal, to rob and plunder, as a curse
As a powerful beast, who has hunger and envy
Seeks to align the world, as its leader, as the first
And all who are near, if conquered, the last
But there is hope, that the moral might rise
The Kingdom remains standing fast
Awaiting its fate

Slava Ukraini, Glory to Ukraine

Well Aware

I'm well aware of the lies that are told
All that matters is our pleasure and gold
But life is more than our personal story
We're born for more than our own glory
I know I'm not perfect, but I think clear
This world around me, all on this sphere
Have their own desires, and beliefs
Makes assumptions about reasons to be
Wondrously and fiercely made, not by me
My creator formed a world with a thought
And we now pursue what he has wrought
Finding our form in a being of greatness
Calling us to be more, not to entertain us
The day will come when the end is here
And there will be no doubt why it is
Powerful it will bring us nearer
To the perfect one

Nameless

I understand what others want from me
But quite sadly, I haven't what they seek
This world doesn't exist for my pleasure
Not a mystery to solve, to find a treasure
We look about, pointing fingers of blame
In a moment I might die, with no name
Buried in a grave, covered and forgotten
Begging to be saved as flesh decays, rotten
Is there nothing to live for, or to achieve
All I have is gone, save for my beliefs
Where there is a joy, and I have a name

Life has a cost, I can't afford it

I wonder about the cost of this existence
I chose to follow a dream, and I have lost
If we are meant to be happy, I'm not that
I walked through deserts and wastelands
I searched for meaning and was reminded
Life was not meant for me, but for others
Cicero was right, if you think life is a gift
Its selfish if you spend it only on yourself
Instead I've no idea the cost, only that it is
I'd one life to learn, I spent it upon despair
No one's fault but my own but still hurts
Never mind yes I know, no one even cares
That's why life is difficult, the failure burns

Found My Cause to Fight

When I realized what it was that it felt like I knew
When I saw you again, it felt like love had bloomed
A thousand horses running across the fields, freely
Army's cadence in march, showed power sincerely
We can't know how our hearts will be moved now
We know only that if we are moved, love will tower
Over the cities and villages, all corners of a castle
A cause to fight for, if needed honorably die, in battle
You are my cause, as I saw your return from far away
Able to now know, love harvested this heart today
I bow before one, who made the moment and place
Vow my allegiance and feelings, at last I embrace

Our Lost Way

In the beginning we were free
Rejecting attempts to take away
All the values born by our birth
Fierce, independent, dangerous
But the years have changed us
We are now eager to fight
Eager to gather treasure
Eager to live for pleasure
By way of the curse
Of envy, hunger, and lust
We became Babylon
Not the Babylon of old
But of one, fully reborn
We've lost our own way
And memories of Babylon
Entered our native soul
It then paved a toxic path
Connecting us to a wrath
Well deserved and foul
Unprepared to pay the cost
Being a land dirty with sin
We must find some grace
Or we'll be forever lost

My Origins

I was broken by the world, but I rose up in the end
My body is temporary and time will always be short
I learned my personal narrative, I'm spark and clay
My life was a gift, no matter how difficult the pain
My death will be inevitable but it will not be final
As I am clay, God chose to create in me a vessel
His sacred hands chose every angle, every curve
I've received grace, something I do no deserve