Eons of Existence

As we've watched, the pull of gravity crushes, a mastery of entropy
Cruel forces and tides pull a flawed swimmer beneath the surface
Choking in the depths, lost in darkest fathoms, souls suffer leprosy
Dancing together, in forever, knowing we will die in final embrace
Existence breathes the same air of Adam and Eve to Elvis Presley
Every atom and molecule of oxygen moving, longing for a taste
Drinking deeply of the wine of eternity
For Elysium vineyards yield ecstasy

Haunted

When you called, or you had them call
I wasn't ready to say what you wanted to hear
I wasn't ready to call you by the name you wanted
But you fell away again, abandoning me
And your decision leaves me haunted

Dedicated

The Future You

Imagine yourself happy
Is it because you have power
Is it because you are surrounded by family
Did you get a box from Amazon that was free?
What is the source of your contentment
I offer this
There is nothing outside of you now
That can bring what you need
That will make you truly complete
Or content
Modernity is kind of a disease
Where the pursuit of things reigns over
The value of appreciating what you have
What is there outside of your reach
To give you what you need forever?

January 7, 1948

During an incident in Kentucky, an oddly white object
Hovered in the sky unmoving, aloft just out of reach
It appeared on the horizon for an odd amount of time
The Kentucky Air National Guard sent aircraft aloft
Four US P-51s responded, to defend against attack
And to investigate an anomaly, to ask what this was
One plane was short of fuel and had to turn back
The other three continued
Some say Captain Mantell described the object
As"looks metallic and of tremendous size"
Eventually finding the object out of reach
The pilots questioned further ascent
The altitude so high, pilots would need oxygen
Mantell was seemingly compelled to find out
And he kept moving higher
But blacking out, and then crashed to the ground
The information regarding the event is uneven
From a distance it is hard to tell what happened
No one aware of the event ever actually knew
It might be that the pilot saw a celestial object
Some say a secret balloon, used for surveillance
But we must dare not say it was a UFO
We are told that they can't exist
Certainly not hovering above our cities
Or our military installations
Appearing so soon after
Our use of nuclear weapons

Choices to Make, Consequences to Follow

How would you choose between evil and good
Do you burn inside with regrets, or with anger?
If you had the power that could change the planet
And the lives and species upon it, would you?
If you could do whatever you wished, would you?
If the devil himself asked "What's your pleasure?"
How much would you be interested in the deal?
Could you face the truth? What's your soul worth?
Given the power to choose, my whims entertained
The only thing that would possibly ever tempt me
Is to punish the bullies from my past by my hands
I know I am not God (nor am I the Devil)
My judgment is clouded by my own mortality
My revenge fantasies are deviltry from Hell
The world I exist in is far more complex
Than my limited wisdom could possibly explain
While I long to give the bullies great pain
Perhaps I've committed crimes as well
Deserving all such judgment just the same

“By Fortune's adverse buffets overborne
To solitude I fled, to wilds forlorn,
And not in utter loneliness to live,
Myself at last did to the Devil give!”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  FAUST

I can Fly

I had to learn to love, I had to crash and burn first
I wasn't taught to love, I always felt like a curse
I didn't understand how the depths of love forgive
Found that if you love, the more you are able to give
It doesn't makes sense, isn't logical, science or proof
But if you love, you heal, know that love is truth
You taught me to love, you taught me everything
I'm healed, I'm hopeful, love has given me wings

Fallen Together

If we have fallen, we've fallen together
Made for each other, in a myriad of ways
The flesh dances, the heart begins to race
Your eyes are mirrors to the depths within
Your mind and humor do prove we are kin
I've danced with you, in mind, if I'm alone
You comfort my soul, you are my home
Never leave my presence, if you do I will die
A masquerade others practice I can't abide
You awaken my soul, despite my life's cost
I'd be forsaken without you, completely lost
I long to visit forever, hand in hand with you
I long to never leave, I've found what is true

dedicated

Righteous Breath

Breathing in the righteous' breath
Made of clay, by my creator's hand
I'm made breakable of fragile flesh
Winds carry my ashes over the land
We are joined in essence
We have zero pretense
Love is enough
Our souls are together, now and forever
The winds scatter our being
Joined by winds, molded by love
We are love in the purified form
The creator's plan, the perfect storm

Asking

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?

Into the Abyss or Garden of Eden or a destination as yet unknown?

Does hope restore one's flesh, or does it decay, how can we endure?

Are humans bestial, fecund, fetid, miserable and vile, or are we pure?

For All the Secrets that I Keep

Falling deeper and deeper
Into the debt of existing free
Chastised by my desires
Still needing my dreams
There is nothing in my mind
That can save me
There's less even than that
That can please me
My life is a long walk in my sleep
And without my participation
I've nothing inside but blame
When life calls me by name
Will I recognize myself
For all the secrets that I keep
Or will I hide away
Knowing my guilt
Knowing the truth
I could thrive
But instead
I'll die a weak life
Could have done so much more
Than simply survive

Resistance is futile

You laugh because you can
But I know the truth
You aren't in the same place
As I am, and you know it
I can't resist your temptation
I can't exist without your love
Your love is my foundation
Without you I'd be lost
Facing constant damnation
Your gentle kisses and touch
Are my fuel to forever endure
My heart beats scars across
And I can go forward
Knowing you are near
Your love is pure
I'll be broken if you leave
Voiceless, without a choice
But to suffer and bleed
Barely alive
Without you
I'd be awash in tears
Broken limb to limb
Rent inside
Trapped in fear
Trapped alone
Stuck inside my empty world
Wishing you were here

Gaze there, into the abyss

Every minute spent gazing into the abyss
Returns in a form torturous and brutal
It seems no one cares to know the answer
Of the question, why don't we enter in
For if there is nothing to live for
Then come oblivion
A surging mass of black
Moving slowly upon the horizon
This darkness brings a fear
That of being cast into murk
If there is no love or hope
There remains nothing of worth
Let me end the curse of flesh
With my leap into the depths
Into the dark realm of oblivion
Where none draw breath

 

And at times the Dragon Slayers

Not every dragon slayer seeks to find treasure
Or to slay an evil being, or to assert dominance
Some times dragon slayers do so for reasons
That would confuse a normal person's mind
They seek to hunt and kill a beast of power
They live for recognition of their prowess
They are hunters who don't eat a creature's flesh
They are slayers and don't care for the village
  No care for innocent, only the heroic story
All those townspeople could die in masses
So long as the famed dragon can be slain
Men in armor who come and kill for glory
Most dragon slayers seek to defend, but not all
They are warriors who live for adventure and fame

Captured there in the image

When Michelangelo painted upon the ceilings

Of the moment when God and Adam touched

Did his images capture the moment of creation

And it was creation, was it the moment when 

Man created God or when God created humans

Is God an eternal presence or is he an old man

Can we even perceive, or do we have to believe

To be given the gifts of life, to ever achieve

“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; 

blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not 

poet enough to call forth its riches; for to 

the creator there is no poverty and no poor 

                                        indifferent place.” 

                                                     

                                                   Rainer Maria Rilke

In the rubble of battle

It is easy to understand
How the present world
Views crisis and disaster
We've had peace for so long
Our system feels permanent
But in times of the recent past
Battles were unimaginably fierce
They'd challenge any thinker
To imagine tomorrow
Let alone a future
As anything but bleak
Or just as deadly
Context is necessary
But it comes at a price
We desire to know the answers
And we must accept the sacrifice
For it removes our petty ignorance
Give us back context and truth
For we if refuse to learn
From the pain of years before
The present seem easy
Makes us feel empty
Compared to years of war
With violence and valor
For this world was savage
We still have that potential
To go from peace to butchery
In the blink of one's eye
If we lose sight of context
And how fortunate we are
To live when we do

Sometimes The Dragon

In combat, sometimes the dragon wins
Superior fire power and armored skin
The mark of excellence in battle is clear
At times, an enemy able to get near
And with specialized weapons
Lances to the ancient knight
And punch holes in the dragon
By the heroic act kill it
Sometimes they battle as equals
If not in size but in evil
The common view of dragons
Is that they are malevolent
But the humans are equally cruel
Whatever myths of righteousness offer
If each force is more malevolent
Than the other
The worst human imaginations
Of the power of a dragon
Makes it sound invulnerable
But humans invented dragons
Each armored beast is able to be slain
For humans are also powerful
And humans are clever, and perhaps trained
Humans are elite warriors
Ready for and good at waging war
But not every victory means joy
Sometimes the cost makes the victory
Is entirely too much to countenance
Some day soon
The world will not celebrate
Any victory in war
For the victor and loser each
Have experience inexorable doom

Deeper In

The forest holds secrets, while some fear it, others seem comforted
So when one goes deeper into the night, the shadows begin to grow
Silence whispers to itself, as the creatures of the forest listen well 
Mist rises, the creatures in the enchanted forest are able to thrive
While the darkness surrounding makes it is easy to enter slumber
Summer will bring growth, roots rapidly expanding, not slowly
In size and sounds, the forest takes upon it a mystic quality, a spell
For all who have watched, listened, they swear the forest is alive
The wood is a wellspring of life, and humans are her seed
Humans have tried taming the forest, our actions make it bleed
And still the Green gives us air to breathe, and wood for our homes
Over time becoming nearly immortal, while civilization falls
In each human our flesh fades, and time leaves only bones
We wouldn't know it though, we have stopped listening
We've stopped hearing the call, and we will be left alone

The Black Wave

The farmer stared into the clouds

The churning wave approached

Black with soil, spinning around

The Dust Bowl world collapsed

Because of ignorant malpractice

Tearing up the pristine ground

To plant seed, a dark baptism

They farmed marginal lands

Nature replied with catastrophe

Hope was lost for generations

Impossible to regenerate

And only barely recover

 "I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”  T.S. Eliot

In Dreams

The boy stares at her sleeping form
Her chest barely moving with breath
Those who'd guard her are sleeping
Joining her in dream, so cannot warn
Meaning to be alert but made of flesh
All are flawed, now they're dreaming
If a boy should steal the princess away
They'll never dream again, executed
For crimes of treason, a queen betrayed
But standing boy is content to gaze
And with her in dreamlands play

Wraith versus Demonslayer

As a wraith was haunting the night

A demonslayer came, offered a fight

The sounds were hellish and fierce

The slayer's spear was made to pierce

Penetrating the wraith's leathery skin

The slayer recoiled at the fumes and foul sin

Escaped screaming from the wound gaping

Few understand this horror, so devastating

That the fight itself causes a stain

Leaving few slayer's still sane 

Even if they suffer just wounds

They can take comfort, they've forestalled doom

The Future, Easy or Hard

Ascending a staircase leading to nowhere
Humanity seeks to rise, but doesn't care
It'll take vulgar exploits and addictions
We are prophets who have no visions
Our path absolutely must be an easy one
Or the human journey won't be begun
Last flight to the colonies leaving now
Oh dear, he seems to have waited to long
And now there is nowhere for him to go
His chance is now gone

She is my love

With every rhapsodic love poem
That I write, I aim it at your being
My true companion,
The love of my life
I would rather be with you
Than any other one
Even if the most pursued one
By others, is chased for her beauty
And offers to love me freely
Promising to be mine, alone
I'd prefer to love the one
That my heart calls to
The pursued one is a moment
And my beloved is forever
Your love is my home
I need only the truth, nothing but that
To live together in eternity
I am content and I prefer reality
I never pretend
I never regret
Your love is so powerful
It allows a mind freedom
It redeems the broken
It gives me hope
As the one chosen
It is an answered prayer
Even if a prayer is unspoken
You are my heaven
All the rewards
My love is real
Not just words

Exquisite Dreams

There are some said to be prophetic
Sharing exquisite dreams of the end
With deeply elaborated stories
A concentrated toxic madness
Why not imagine instead paradise
Will our hopes will be dashed again
Will we continue to confuse destiny
For a fully written long waiting fate
Perhaps by ignoring our legacies
Our foolishness grows into fears
And our good dreams then suffocate
If defeat happens, it will be nothing new
Failure has been our constant friend
This is an intellectual battle to be won
And I will go forward still
Ever to the next horizon
Where the sun rises and never sets
Where all spirits will become one
I believe there will be a paradise
Where I will drag my hand through
The wheat in Elysium's field
I believe we will overcome
And this life will be transformed
From sorrow and gloom
To hope and joy
And I stand transfixed
Waiting for the moment
When all become one

Across the sky, Across time, Across space

Humans might succeed
Or end existence and fail
Antiquity is a haze
The mystery is ablaze
Who are we to be so arrogant
To think we are the only ones
To have archived the stars
They are written across our hearts
Hubris feeds the rage
When our minds lose our focus
Just once let us be wise
Just once let us have open minds
The stars promise so much
We must survive
Until we can join them
And learn from them
Before we go extinct
By our own hands
By our hive minds

Praise For Poland

The present of Europe is of a different set of dreams
Of a globalism with a Russian return to nationalism
What are the costs of the end of a Cold War, if lost
Over time Poles have saved Europe
Again and again
Paying for heroism with loss of their land
Their blood forgotten
At the gates of Vienna
Their blood shed
In the front line fighting a Teutonic order
They'd paid for their role
When the Mongols invaded, and wars won
If Vienna had fallen
Or the Order succeeded
Or if Solidarity had not begun
The face of the world would be far different
Perhaps Communist or Racist, or Nationalist
Not the present Europe no
It wouldn't be a place you can know
Perhaps so different as to be unrecognized
The Poles should be praised
They were honorable and rode to the moment
Saving the day repeatedly, charging
With wings upon their back and swords raised

Not to be remembered

If my life has been woven in a web of lies
It is held together by fears, scars and pain
My fragile flesh is a puzzle, my mind lost
Maybe intelligent but I know I'm not wise
My name is a burden, my life is shame
I've been a curse to others, an albatross
Perhaps it is finally time for me to flee
Untying the knots that keep me tethered
My life won't be remembered
Let this be notice of my passing
Let me flee this place, and be ignored
Let me slip behind the veil
Let me open up death's door

Charles Baudelaire

L'Albatros
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.

My heart can't stand more

My life lost anyhow
I shouldn't worry to keep it
I lived without worry
If I wanted something I dreamed it
But life has changed
Over time
Over my expiration date
Nothing left to take the pain
Nothing within able to stand more
My heart is weak
And there nothing I seek
Nothing left to quest
Let me sleep here
Let me companions draw near
For my final words will be shared
Soon
Perhaps soon

Duel, Red Star Versus Black Cross

In a world where fear and danger eclipsed the light
The lightning war began, fought to the last knight
In a beginning of easy kills and static victories
Black Cross flying warriors were ascendant
Both sides fought with absolutely no relent
For a time the Red Star entered savage misery
But they soon recovered, and rose upon high
Many brave men on both sides of the fight
Died in combat, crashed to earth, broken flight
And the duels fought were etched in memory
Leaving no room for false histories
For the people bore the marks of the legacies

The Flesh Continues but only for a moment

I often give in to despair, pain and doubt
I surrender all of my well being and hope
For the fears over the things I care about
I have no power to save them, I can't cope
But I offer this and it gives me joy
There is a path forward
There is a way out
Living every moment
Living for the best of reasons
Give eternity consideration
Enjoy the spark of your being
I offer nothing that can't be found
It exists there, just outside of reach
But you can find it, you can
And after we've died
With a shout we will return
You may have surrendered as well
It is not a crime
But I want you to know
The pains that burn
The worries that continue
They will pass
You will be renewed
Cling to hope
Hold tight to truth
Abandon despair
Trust in eternity
Discover it
For it is there

Not A Curse

Upon my birth, a curse was broken
For I was seen as blessing in life
Whereas for the others
All following the same path
Never arrived or had died
Before reaching the destination
They were chosen
But forsaken
They were life but not
Blamed for the source of problems
When in fact, they were the result
We ignore them, the damned, the missing
Thinking no one knows
But the seconds passing
Will stop one day
Regret and memory will awaken
And the toll will be found
And the lives lost
The lives truly taken
Will outweigh the living
And already dead

“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”~ Omar Khayyám

Angry, Annoyed, Ready to Fight

Heroes aren't made by template, conform to a form
Nor was he born to be a hero, he didn't seem the sort
Some might see him a coward, perhaps weak
His body was thin, composed of a different type
A scholar someday maybe, not an athlete
His mind was meek, and destined to fail
So he volunteered his flesh for a cause
And he was experimented upon
Then there was a change, he was ready for war
A body pulsed, alive with power and energy
Ready to fight, defended by shield and armor
Inside his chest a spirit of his country burned
Upholding his country's moral honor
His wounds were healed quickly, easily
His body was perfect, bore no scars
And he chose his moment to strike
All Nazis must be, will be, destroyed
Always, firmly, and things made right

 (Trademark and copyright reserved for Marvel Comics, Jack Kirby, Joe Simon and various entities)

Before the Giant Beasts of Steel

December 16, 1944

Steel beasts crept through the front lines, lightly guarded
Unleashed upon the sleeping humans at the front now quiet
Wreaking panic, grave destruction and sowed seeds of fear
New green men gave way, flesh too soft to reply in kind
A rearguard fought still, a choke point, to slow the tide

Because whatever the result some held to a belief ardent
With body and blood against steel, in a front no longer silent
Now no going home, no Christmas gifts or happy new years
They threw their bodies into the conflict, a heroic suicide
For they could never defend against the steel thick hides

Source

The Last Knight

As Death is called to begin to ride his pale horse
He will also raise the fearsome black banner
Warning forces of good they are powerless
He'll take our form, without remorse
Remaining calm, showing no anger
He is destroying all the fragile flesh
And he does not choose this path
He cannot take the human soul
He doesn't offer any salvation
Nor help escape the wrath
He bring the last message
Of life's final notice
That the next stage
Of this existence
Has arrived
His kiss is cold
But we have no choice
He's not our friend, he has no control
But he serves existence, and acts with duty
He is not our lover, but we will give him a kiss
Before judgment and ascent or we are cast into the abyss

Mom 9 years Gone

Year after year time steals from me
Memories of your voice and being
I miss everything you gave
I'll miss you Mom
For the rest of my existence
I see you when I dream
The sorrow lingers
Making me fear sleep
I'll be able to see you
You in forever form
Perhaps we can laugh
I remember you
In every meantime
And thank you for my life

When the World Burns

In my search for meaning
I've flown across the universe
I watch from the beginning
Through to the end of a world
The beauty always spectacular
With a unique way about them
They spin on their axis and turn
Some have life, others barren
Each of the planets is a lifeform
As time ends I watch them burn
As nothing that lives lives forever
Perhaps in one way, that of DNA
We create and live in the others
And we move on
Our spirit moves into the nether


“The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.”  Franz Kafka

Like a Typhoon

Had the beasts of metal managed to destroy the invaders

The world would look so different in this precious moment

But they were pushed back, with the death toll quite high

The world was made witness to a new kind of crusaders

Fighting against the Crooked Cross, resistance growing

And when in retreat the beasts were struck from the sky

Typhoons struck against the metal hides of the beasts

Forcing them off the path, to crash, to hide and or flee

Source

The Raft Still Sinks

Over time events have happened
Showing us how precarious life is
A French ship Méduse crashed
Off the shores of Africa
And the survivors built a raft
Only for most to be lost at sea
When other ships found out
And learned about the catastrophe
Their captains sent in boats
But it was not to help
They sought to salvage gold
Now thought to be lost
Stop and take a look at the Earth
See a single enormous lifeboat
And if you do, understand
How and why
Life has become so dangerous
We're able to know but somehow
We still haven't learned
No breath if the air pollution chokes
No food if chemicals can't restore the land
Killing bees is an act that is traitorous
And we've only just begun this
No sort of justice
For when the nuclear age started
A nuclear war still endangers us
Our planet is unique
Alone supporting life
In every human experience
And if we cannot find our way
It will burn, shake, die
Unable to start a new day

 

Her Woven Web

To weave such a web of lifetime deception
Finer and more prolific than an ardent spider
Demanded a sort time and great dedication 
Her dark life's path one of determined liar
But her true aspirations had been innocent
She longed to be loved, if not desired
And now, she had nothing but her web
No one she loved remained in her life
Her lies and choices left her alone
Her web hardened into barbed wire
And her heart hardened into stone

Before the Final Cut

As I unconsciously smile when I think of you
Forgiving the sorrow, and forgiving the pain
With you I could finally be the who that I am
You were a moment when I could be true
Before my life went beyond being saved
The grave is waiting, I am the damned
So why do I hesitate, as my life decays
You spoke to me in so many ways
Allowed me to live, not just delay
Before the moment
Of the final cut
Before the time
I had more than I could take
In this life, there's only been you
Reality has gone into fade
My eyes are swollen, my lips are blue
I've nothing left, but memories
Reality is harsh, eternity a mystery
But you helped me escape the misery
So thank you, and farewell
My only love

Nuclear Lies

With a discovery of gunpowder and means of fire

Humans have fought centuries of massive wars

With complicated alliances and treacherous liasons

All had begun when we developed new weapons

However after the end of the Second World War,

The greatest war in terms of different participants,

The assumption was that very soon after the end

A grave conflict would be decided by an exchange

Of nuclear artillery shells, missiles, rockets, bombs

But somehow we survived all of our proclivities

Perhaps we aren't so foolish after-all