Monthly Archives: January 2012

a favorite place of mine

the boy went out

to find his home

the dog set out

to find his bones

mother wept

for just awhile

father came home

passed out on the floor

slept in his clothes

he was gone before morn

a favorite place of mine

was always under the covers

i feel so safe

from outside bothers

i clench my eyes closed shut

in hopes that when i open them

love will be there


What Are We?

What are we really

but bones and skin?

What are we really

but time wearing thin?

What are we really

but lights and sounds?

What are we really?

A thought that astounds

or maybe confounds.

The more you think

the less you know

but give it some time

and perhaps you’ll grow

to understand what we really are

and find your path, your Lodestar.


Last Living Legend:

The memories in our hearts

Pearce us like darts

The dreams we once shared

Have parted and fared

Legends live to leave a mark

But like shadows, they only dwell in the dark

We all have to pay

Our tolls someday

Death has never missed…

It’s now time to reminisce


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Dreamer

Dreams never die

but sometimes they cry.

Dreams may never fly

but sometimes they try.

Dreams can reach the sky

or never past your eyes.

Dreams can be a way to live

or hold you captive.


False Wisdom

Is there something that you yearn?

Like a lesson easily learned

Under the context in which it was earned

What do you get in return?


Others

In deepest Night,

when all are asleep

is when they come,

up the flight

of shadow-stair

silent and fleet

Cloaked in black,

Quiet as the breath

of a slumbering child,

Down the Hall,

soundlessly gliding

Quietly

into the bed-chambers

of my family

And there they stand,

not breathing, sensationless

Diabolic yet infinitely patient

standing

staring from shadowed faces

no eyes but still they are watching,

in Deepest night

the clock reads three

I am awake, eyes squeezed

Shut

but

I know there is one standing,

and its

Looking

at me.


Tigers Blood

Tigers blood

coursing through its Veins

blocking out any further pain

the growl that makes grown men come to tears

realizing the true face of fear

running would be pointless

screaming proved helpless

face down in the mud

comes the true meaning of tigers blood.


Stranger

Stranger to me

Stranger to you

When life means nothing

Are you really living

When you live to die

And love has no virtue

Are you alive

When death does not phase you

And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart

Have you a soul

Neither sun nor moon

Or burning wound

You are a still a stranger to me

And I am a stranger to you


Is God for me?

God

What is God

Is God enough to save a soul

Damned to hell

Is God love

Is God the night sky

Or the dull light of dawn

As days go past

And time grows old

Does God sit upon a golden throne

Is God for everyone

Is God for me

I don’t think so

So don’t try to make me believe


Ocean Bird

Ocean Bird soars

past gates and Doors

Past ports and towns,

Past smiles and frowns

Over the World’s troubles

Gliding effortless and subtle

In the strobe of the light

Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight

Ocean Bird soars

Past dark shadowed Moors,

Past caves by the coasts

Over lonely Ghosts

Out to the Sea

Of Joyous uncertainty,

Ocean Bird soars

To Heavenly lures

Past the dark storm cloud,

Past the Mean-eyed crowd

Past the dangerous waters

Till white snow covers

The Docks and the piers

And the daylight clears

Every cloud from the Skies

Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,

Ocean Bird soars

With a Soul so Pure!

Past the white-capped foam,

He’s found a Home


Somewhere In Between

Between the Trees and

the Locust cries

You can hear the soft

moan of the Summer breeze

You ruffled my leaves

and I began to cry

the saplings will

All wither and Die

I was somewhere in between

two towering elder trees

I was overwhelmed

Opportunity ripped out from my arms

I went down to the creek

and took a Deep draw,

I rose to my feet and

Spread my limbs wide

and for the first time

I opened my Eyes.


Wolfs Don’t Cry

Wolfs don’t cry,

They greet Slaughter with mirth

Wolfs don’t sigh

They fight from birth

No one tells Wolfs what not to do

If you try, We’ll kill you too.

Wolfs meet challengers

with Tooth and Claw

Wolfs rip them apart

With bloodied maw.

Wolfs tear out the bad-guys lungs,

Wolfs clean their paws with Triumphant tongues

Wolfs don’t fall away from Villain or Foe

Wolfs eat their Fucking marrow!

In Fearless Night,

Wolfs run free in Wild snow

Although, if Wolfs don’t Cry,

Then why do I?


Calling All Angels

Calling All Angels

We Need you Now,

suddenly more

then ever somehow.


Sun

Look to the east

and expect to greet

a rising sun.

Look to the west

and expect to forget

what is keeping you alive.


A Prayer For Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry,  And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold

A glorious Christmas Day


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