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

A Reason we haven't reached Mars

Wouldn't it have been a quicker path to Mars
Practicing peace not war, and learn and grow
We instead chose wealth, power, force of arms
We've been losing all of our chances to know
We'd chosen violence, not a seeking of stars
We've practiced the art of war, not upon hope
Our preference for violence will leave only scars
Forever and beyond imagination
Our children continue to pay

Drama of the Whirlpool

There it is, the great new day, same as yesterday
Without any distinction, without meaning, a play
Curtain rise, actors and actresses take their place
Monologue, comes a monologue and a soliloquy
And the curtain falls, marking darkness and end
Comes silence of the night, the message to send
Why do we expect favor, grace, or good dreams
When our waking lives are empty, from our envy

Overcoming the Darkness

Bitterness, regret, life is filled with sorrow
But the world we live upon, offers beauty
We're fools to prefer the wounds, unhealed
Long confined in chains, when we've a key
Instead of freedom choosing to be slaves
Now to live for love, kindness and hope
Leave, if you prefer a broken former self
I need, if not deserve, forgiveness
I long to be washed in pure joy
Delving daily into a vein of pure love
And refuse to go back to the sorrow
I wish for more tomorrows and dreams
Join me, or reject me, I am ready to rise
Ascent to a place my being longs for
Elysium will be my heart's healing
Tall Grass, gentle hills, warm breezes
And the beloveds who healed me
Finding my deepest held wounds
Suddenly healed from the years
By a love that is undeserved
Grace pouring out, heals me
Allow a tired soul, to believe
Rise
Take my hand, and rise with me
Rise, for we are in need

AD 9: Europe: Germania Frontier Black Forest Aflame with War

The trusted guide led Rome's Legions deeper into a forest
It was the Teotuburg Forest, thick and famously cherished
While he was a German, he'd achieved Roman citizenship
Named Arminius, he hated Rome, was dedicated to its fall
The Legion's commander Varus thought well of Arminius
It was a trust based upon lies, deception, and executed plan
A rising of German tribes was the cause of the Legion's acts
Varus would down the rising and calm the Germania front
Arminus had planned his ambush well, and its occurrence
A great success, many Romans dying, boundaries changed 
Changed tides of the conflict between Rome and Germania
The name of Varus was a curse used by future Emperors
Loss of three full Legions, meant changed morale and goals
Buying for a time for Germania to feel superior to Rome

THE GIFT OF LIFE

The scene of a joyful activity
Two beings wrestling or something
On the bed of velvet electricity
Moments remembered in dream   
Coming to life in glorious birth
This one is perfection, a miracle
Fearfully and wonderfully made

Earth was, unaware of our presence
Surprised, reminded of our existence
Our earth would find our glory, yes
Found in a simple yet glorious form
We are human, and we are wonder
And our earth is worthy of our being

Earth existed for billions of years
The measure of time a human concept
True, humans had existed upon earth
Our being was seen as being an animal
Until the echo of birth, at last was heard
And humans became ascendant

Our organism, so small, unknown
Seeming to have been unimportant
Had now become the great master
For our planet is but a machine
Designed for an even greater role
Supporting and surrounding life

We live upon the single proven place
In all of the known universe and space
T'was made for creation and giving life
To explore, to find if life is the norm
Existence is a collection of beings
In every possible form, a miracle

Mother is Wounded by her Children

Humans can't recognize her painful screams
As our Mother Earth utters her plaintive cry
We'll crush life in ocean depths, remove wild life
We'll terrorize the forest, burn all living greens
Polluting the waters, dump chemicals in her sky
We are her enemy, but are called upon as guards
Earth's atmosphere is full of permanent pollutants
That are there as we in our arrogance did not stop
Even when called on to be her stewards, at last
Not thieves of the future, not arrogant children
We are only here for a moment, but not Earth
She'll be here, after we've reached extinction
And our actions have left behind damnation
But the scars we leave behind, are forever

The Madness Swallows you

PTSD is the epitome of a kind of wound
The wound is one you'll never heal from
Flashbacks and dreams, memories of slaughter
And the torment from the wounds you endured
Things burned in your brain, darkness forever
World of darkness, capricious thoughts return
Normal life impossible, feeling utterly insane
World sees you as broken and false sympathy
But you never asked for this, chosen for pain
Give your highest hopes no chance to happen
As you begin to rise, then beaten down again
With no cure, there is only losing one's fight
While fighting the demons to the death
In between breaths, seeking the light
And being blinded by the path
That allows you to find hope
At last you are able to come
And hope burns bright

To flee to another planet

Nuclear Weapons, Bio Warfare, Banned Chemicals
We've created many weapons, but can't cure hunger
We can consume this world, with fire in 15 minutes
We've chosen our end when its entirely unnecessary
Bullets, bombs, pandemics, can't hope for miracles
We've done it to ourselves, over and over the limits
The only answer is grace, or annihilation by robots
Or flee to another planet, with nothing but beauty
And let us start over, mindful of the things we lost
Change our behavior, start counting the final cost
Do not hesitate, the time is counting
All the dead will be uncounted
And earth will be a graveyard

A Reason to See it as Sacred

Spartans gathered, at the front of a pass, awaiting battle

An enemy was certain to arrive, only a matter of time
A cloud of dust, a thunder of feet announced the arrival
The massive Persian army came through Thermopylae
The Greek name meant Hot Gates, to some it was holy
First the Spartans fought the Immortals, proving the lie
Eventually numbers told, as did a betrayal by a traitor
After 300 faced 120,000, it was consecrated in blood
299 died, 1 sent to tell all of Greece, the Spartans died
Thermopylae was now sacred, born anew in courage
The war for all of Greece was hard but we now knew
The cost to Persia was enormous, and now they know
No one can invade our land, and think we won't resist
For we are first Greeks, and second, we are SPARTA!

No Longer Imprisoned

I'm the burden, lost in the modern world's understanding of worth
Born of rape, judged different from the rest, I was thought a curse
But my life was redeemed in the end, I found truth in my life path
Those who abandon me, and my friendship, I will have forgotten
Better live for a perfect judge, than change for those a false wrath

I am no longer imprisoned in my mental prison, I will be free

The Funeral

How many tears did they cry
How many hours were spent
In deep mourning or depth of pain
For the one they hated in life
Would their heart ever be rent
For that one making them insane
All their movement of the life
Then spent in despair and sorrow
Rather than joy, they endured a cold rain

Just Screw your Demand for Conformity

How dare I have asked, never to be invited
With an ire of so many unleashed, a misery
This life I've endured, I have barely survived
Life isn't guaranteed, a future isn't promised
I've a dislike for questions, nor any mystery
I'd rather exist alone, than address the crowd
My tribe screams for conformity or my death
Rather I fall to hate than give them my flesh
They've no reason, but despising my being
I'm alive, I know I'm different, even unique
Get your mediocre, flawed hands off me