Tears Like Gems

To me they are worth more
Than she knows
I hold them dear 
I hold my tears
Inside me
Like gems
Hidden from view
Because you never know
When you'll need them
The memories are cruel
Her hold upon my heart
Emptied it out
Tears are all I have
Now
Simple souvenirs
Of the memories of her near
I long for her
I dream of her
Memories are tears
When she is the memory
Though the years pass
Though the pain subsides
I pray it won't last
But it does
Like a permanent scar
That keeps bleeding
Blistered and burns
Black and charred
My heart remains beating
But more painfully
My tears still fall
Tears are memories of her
And I keep them all
Souvenirs

Dancing Dryads and Satyrs

They dance for joy
Dance for love of life
Without the worries of this world
The human pains and strife
Don't exist for them
Time that counts away days
Does not count for them
As they live
They never die
For their hearts are truly light
And never darken
I should be like them
But I can't dance
I never do

Blackness

Sorrow is a cancer
It consumes your brain
It takes control
You spend your life grieving
Your life becomes an afterthought
Of bitter regrets and pain
Nothing relieves
Driving you insane
And you go on trying to believe
But you keep coming back
To the black hole in the center
Of your being
That sucks away your soul

In the Empty Abbey They Walk

The frontage of a cathedral upon a monastery grounds
Stands lonesome vigil over the believers
Performing a funeral march
Despite the ruins echoing winds of mourning
A sacred place, fears of death become unbound
The chains of flesh do not hold tight
The hearts of the faithful
Warmed in memories
Of such a beautifully cold and empty site

To Wander Above the Clouds

How many lives could you live
By imagining
How many worlds could come into being
By dream
The world extends beyond the ground view
To stand at the highest place
And look down
Over the clouds
That cover like a quilt
The world is alive
The world refuses to conform
To the least of our dreams
Only by imagination
Can a man survive

The City At Moonrise

Beneath the shroud of day
The moon wakes from slumber
And the sun sleeps
Twin spires of cathedrals
Overlook the city
And the quiet of the night
Causes the world to dream
Silently
Passively
Hiding all the living world
When dreams take flight

Beyond now, I remember

In a distant time
And more distant place
I remember being
In a clearing
Under moonlit night
There I saw her
She was watching me
She whispered beneath hearing
I walked towards her
She began to smile
For a moment I was confused
But she spread wide her cloak
She opened her arms
Revealing her body
And I was in rapture
We never spoke
Aloud
But our hearts talked loudly
I never had to ask her
She was liquid soft
I was set afire
And for that time
We were alone
And we would have been
Even in a crowd
I don't know her name
She is no longer mine
But in a distant place
We are captured

Frozen in permanent embrace

La Belle Dame sans Merci

Though I woke from a slumber
With a start
My mount was nearby and calm
And she was sitting there
Upon it
Without words
She made me feel
Like she was calling
I feared I'd been wrapped in a spell
And  had no chance to arms
I'd lost all memory
I refused to draw my sword
Her beauty comforted me
And I'd found myself in her trance
La Belle dame sans Merci smiled
And I was hers
For that moment
I could not tell you if I were awake
Or it was some sort of dream
But I remember it well
Repeated trips to the memory I take
She was stunningly beautiful
Wrapped in red garments
And auburn hair
She was calling me without words
And I came to her there

I Find You There

In the gentle morning sun
I find you there
The taste of your lips is the sweetest nectar
Your perfumed hair the scent exquisite
Your body is perfection
If allowed to embrace you I could never resist
I beg to be near
To you in this place
The garden of the world
Filled with flowers and fruit so pure
None can match your beauty
Your eyes so lovely
Your curves so delicate
Your reflection could not be captured by a mirror
For it would reject such grace
As impossible
But I have seen you
Touched you
Love you
And know
Whence I have to leave
I shall love no other
And grieve

Choices and Suffering

People want decisions to be easy
Life to be painless
Every moment to be happy
However life isn't
Life is suffering
Nothing is easy
Happiness is an illusion
Life is absurd
Therefore we are forced to create our world
Make our lives have meaning
Live with purpose
Make your ego commit suicide
In the teeth of suffering and pain
Give life value
Or we may as well be an animal
Living only to eat, shit, procreate and die

The Empire Isn't Merciful

Some choose to debate while the empires encroach
Some choose to run, some choose to hope
Some are not ready, some are not able
But the Spartans stood against Persia's approach
300 Spartans, armed and waiting
10,000 Immortals poured forth to test
The empire was wounded
As few as three, as many as five days of pain
The 300 didn't blanch in fear
The Persians gave prayer
But the Spartans were those who were blessed
They stood against the empire
They didn't count the cost of their life
When the life of their family was at risk
They finally fell but the battle slowed the empire
They gave their response to the surrender request
In unison with upraised fist

Letters from Hell

How do you tell the world of your great works
When you live in hell, and people think you are mad
You write to the head of the city watch
And explain your deeds
As best as you can
Who knows where it might lead
You might even become famous


"From hell

Mr Lusk
Sor
I send you half the
Kidne I took from one women
prasarved it for you tother piece
I fried and ate it was very nise. I
may send you the bloody knif that
took it out if you only wate a whil
longer.
signed
Catch me when
you Can
Mishter Lusk"

Hope or Not

Sometimes I hope because it is all that stands
Between going on or giving up
I do not have success upon demand
I cannot simply make a wish
All I have is a belief in more
And hope that that is enough

Abandoned Walls

The guardian of towns and villages

It has been abandoned to decay

It stands alone upon the mountain ridge

Loyal to its charge, to watch and protect

The enemy long ago ceased its actions

No one near still attacks or pillages

Destiny forgets, and there is no such thing as fate

It stands unwavering, and silent

Unmoved by politics or ignoble factions

It is the castle wall of some distant time

Despite the wars it has stood

Against all who sought to pull it down

Long after it had been left

It still stands and watches

The passage of time does not diminish

The service nor the victory

It remains as a reminder

A memory of a passed age

Forgotten by modernity

Ignored by some

But it exists in plain view

A souvenir

A veteran of the wars

Standing and loyal

To a cause

That is true

Without Him Why Bother

There is always a reason to go on
When the one you live for beckons
Calls my name
Calls my name
All the pain of living is ignored
Compared to being loved to the core
Never knew joy before
Him
Before he came
All my life I wondered
The point
Then he arrived
And made me glad to be alive

When the Serpent God Returns

The day will be the last
Some call it Armageddon
Some call it Doom
Take hold of all you hold dear
For the world you know is dying
Extinction events  and collapse
The body gives way to a birthing childA cycle that is very new
Ascend the steps to the top
So that you may look down upon the world
Before it passes from view
For when the Serpent God returns
The world will burn and be replaced
By something unknown but prophesied
Kukulkan will descend
The Serpent God will reign
For it has been foretold since the beginning of time
Of the first age when mankind was young
But the Gods were still ancient
In destructive fires, time will dieThe earth will be torn
But will reform and the age will renew

Reaching

I am a small being, a bit of dust
In the cosmic sky
I long for a better world
I long for flesh that does not die
But it is my spirit that is eternal
My thoughts and feelings that shall endure
When this case of flesh expires
My world will be changed
Forever
I will no longer have the same desires
I will no longer worry
About the passing of days
I am a son of the sun
I am not made of fire
But there is a fire inside
Burning

On Watch Over The Emperor's Lands

Far from civilization, the ranger walks the outer marches

The Emperor's Mark is wild and dangerous

Far too dangerous for normal men

He chose a life to carry out his Emperor's charges

Loyal to a fault, his day is long and he does not complain

His territory to patrol is great, from civilized to the wild horizons

The victory parades through marble arches are not for him

His work is unseen and beneath notice of the populace in the main

But he is important

For his eyes see things no one else can

You Left Me There

With tears I draw in memories
I remember the pain left behind
I surrendered
I cried
What else could I do
So many legacies remain ongoing
Sublime pain
Like a deep breath I hold in
Waiting to exhale with all I know
But I don't and I miss you
I know you don't miss me
You never knew I was alive
You didn't care if I lived or died
But the years passed and I am still here
The memories are a souvenir of the time
When you could have known me
But you left me there
And I've cried ever since

When I Sleep, She visits Me

She comes to me while I sleep

A living dream of sorts

Behind the veil of waking

Her form moves my being

Graceful and soft

Curved delicately

She is a glorious apparition

I have vision of glory

She is the apex of the mountain

The fantastic treasure at the end of the trail

I am hers 

When she visits

But she leaves when my eyes open

And doesn't return until the night

I cry for her to no avail

I long for her to come back
But she is a spirit

Behind a veil

My soul's delight

So fleeting

There is just one

After it devours the sun

It hunts for flesh in the darkness

The Jaguar God of Terrestrial Fire 

Hidden from view in daylight 

The God of the underworld

Alive in our world

Hunting us

Eating us

Chasing us down 

Making us fear its power

Making us fear the night

It delights in our misery

Evening is filled

With the wickedness

That cannot be chased

From our life

When Kukulkan Returns

In the temple of the sun
Time burns
In 225 days Kulkulkan will return
His shadow present with us
For 900,000 years
Now his presence will grace us
The cycle has turned
We ignore the warnings
We laugh off the superstitious beliefs
But the cycle has about ended
And the new world is about to birth
Are we to be blessed
Are we to be cursed
Who are we to question
The new Gods upon the earth

CHOOSING SOMEONE ELSE'S FATE

Who and where are those who decide
What morals other people should live by
Are they human or gods
Are they moral or flawed
I am unworthy to make such choices
Outside of my own life
It is impossible for me to be just
The voices of the oppressed scream loudly
That they should suffer is wrong
But we are an ancient people
Satisfied with sports, spectacle and food
Our worries over personal responsibility long gone
We simply let the masters vote
For our circumstances
And change channels
From reality to abstract
In one moment

Two Brothers

The Hound of Ulster
Had a heart that was so good
Few could understand his ways
But for his brother
Ferdiad of Fir Domnann
Ferdiad and Cúchulainn
Brothers of heart if not flesh
Bonded in heart and mind
Gáe Bulg born by Cúchulainn
Ferdiad blessed with invulnerable skin
Both taught by Scáthach of Alba
Who knew skills of battle
And had wisdom divine
She was a fierce and lovely
Warrior woman
Unlike any other
But her own twin
These two brothers
Left to their homes
One in Connacht
The other Ulster
But they could never be cleaved of the other
Or so they thought
But chance placed them on opposite sides
Of a battle
Between different peoples
In battle for days
Neither could win
But Gáe Bulg penetrated Ferdiad’s viscera
And Cúchulainn wept
For he loved his brother
And his brother loved him

Apology

It would be easier to make the sun rise in the west
Or make water run up a mountain
Than to get an apology for the worst things he did
But before he died he held me
Made me see
That he was sorry
And would I please forgive him
For he what he had done
And the things he should have done
But didn't
Forgive him?
Please?
Shaking in my arms
Anyone able to keep their hurt
Save their rage
And hold back forgiveness
Would be a stronger man
Than me
Me
Me
He saved me

Pestilence, Plague and Blame

The plague doesn't come flying atop a beast
Spreading its death
The plague doesn't arise from our misery
Eating our flesh
It is a symptom of humanity
To blame that
Which it cannot see
The plague exists
Because of me
My diet
My waste
My pursuits of pleasure
My tastes
I am the cause
So are you
But we blame others
To avoid the truth

SEE

I am told to not feel
I am told to not think
I am told to not see
Just obey
Never speak
I am told I am unworthy
I am told I am blind
But I have seen everything
And I am just
Biding my time

Alpha and Omega

Conception

Connection
Uploading
Information
Maturation
Adulteration
Infatuation
Realization
Suffocation
Terminal station

Ecce homo qui est mort

In obedience to the tribe
Of normality
The voice of the mad
Drowned in misery
Hiding his honesty
His rage
Silence is demanded
By the hive
So he is wrapped
In leather bindings
Violated
Fearfully imagining
His crimes
One lunatic caged
His voice silenced
Except for those in the mind
of the one who knows
The world is insane
Only he is clear of thought
He simply lacks the wisdom
To keep his silence

"Madness is rare in individuals, but in groups, parties, nations and ages is it the rule" Friedrich Nietzsche

With you

When you are absent
I long for your presence
To hear you breathing
To catch your scent
To be with you
Hear your heart beating
To lay with you
In bed
Your love pursues me
Never lets me feel
I am alone
I long to be in your arms
To linger in your being
Your heart is
Very truly
My home

The Frozen Moon's Plume

Deep within a moon of Saturn
Enceladus churns
Water flows beneath a surface
Frozen hard to the outside world
Water rises in a plume
Where the tides within
Move
Turn
And the layers of slush
And walls of ice
Open for a moment
And then close again

Purpose built

By human hands
I was not constructed by directions
Nor made of parts made by men
I am not a product of my culture
Nor a product of my time
My flesh is born of intention
Someone made me on purpose
Built for reason
By design

Steel Reality

Labor is the pivot about which the world turns
In war workers are on both ends of the bayonet and rifle
In peace workers make what people consume, and the wealthy own
The labor is what the individual worker controls
The wealthy would not trifle with the definitions of the value of labor
If they were not aware that the power of the working man exists
Regardless of the rich men and women
Far more peanuts and beer are consumed
Than champagne and caviar
Capital is what we are told is the creator of jobs
But the creator of jobs is need
Not some idle handed greed
Let us celebrate those who produce
Instead of uplifting those
Who live at the top

Tightrope

Anyone walking the tightrope knows
Sometime soon they are going to fall
No matter their balance
Or their luck
Someone will come along and push
Down you go
Hopes and dreams and all

You move me

Like the wind crossing the top of the tall grass of the field
Your spirit moves through me
Like the sound of children laughing in a park
Your joy moves me
Your scent is beautiful and allures me
There is no one I prefer to be with more
You move me
More than anyone
I long to be with you forever in that place
Where the grass is tall
The scent of honeysuckle fills the air
And we will embrace
Together there

Making it dark

I closed the curtains
Drew the shades
Turned off the lights
For all time
Nothing good remains
I won't be with you again
This blackness
All encompassing
This darkness
All I want to see
There is nothing left to lose
I gave it all to you
And now
In my little room
I hear voices telling me
To end it soon
Blackness is here
And you are gone
All I have is best left alone
All I have
Is memories of
The way I was with you

For no other reason than, I wish to help

The darkness is hard enough to get through
The ground is uneven
The path is covered
Without even the light of the moon
And to be alone
Makes it desperate
Savagely difficult
So take my hand
Because I care
Because I want to show you
I've no secrets
No regrets
I would just be honored if you choose me
True love never dies
Never goes away
It might burn less fierce
Time might soothe the pain
But I never stopped
Never will
And I just want
To be here for you
To help you through the darkness

Nightmare above London

Silent leviathans
Dangerous if slow
Floating over London
Bombs falling
Innocent people die
Sleeping

Beasts of war
Trained to float above
And bring the battle
To the homes
Of the enemy

Baby Killer's caught in the search lights
Above the city defenses
The cost of war
Shared on the home front
Instead of the battlefield

Reflections upon falling

A time to reflect is needed
So I wander into the depths
Of a pristine rainforest
In my mind
The echoes are of the past
So primal
Timeless
I listen but hear only the water falling
A constant in a world chaotic
But seemingly peaceful
It is deadly
It is beautiful
Primal and without a single straight line
And I want to know
How soon before there is nothing left
But concrete and brick
Steel and glass
Computers and televisions
And humans
Because a planet without the wild
Is one that I do not wish to live upon

Moment unMundane

ng the mundane are moments
That are worth all the boredom
And repeat
I was walking in the green
And stopped
Tears welled inside
Because she was perfect
Couldn't breathe
In awe
Where the grasses are viridian
Down by the stream
Running down the glen
I saw her drink
From there
And when finished
She wandered off
I won't ever see her again
I will return to my boring life
But
Without regret
Because I did see her
And because of that
I am changed forever
Her beauty was beyond my imagination
And the moment was perfect
I will never have that again
But I have my memories
That I won't forget