Scions

You got a good lead foot to start? Plant it.
Want to break the negative apart? Plant it.
Be swift and you will know victory.
Be kind and you will make history.

Til now I wasn't quite certain as to why I rhyme.
Nothing left to prove but I'm still not past my prime.
So listen well and I will teach you what I learn.
We begin by shedding the skin of existential concern.

For if you hide your elegance who will appreciate?
You'll do yourself more good than bad at any rate.
So decant the negative trappings of your humanity.
Embrace the vast freedom of your newfound sanity.

And as you put the wind of death behind you.
Find that you do things as happy humans do.
For you will be the scion in and of a higher place.
Where there is naught but a smile on your face.

And where, you ask, is this higher place?
Is it Heaven or some obscure sort of mindspace?
I cannot answer that for you but I can tell you this.
You'll know you're close when nothing is amiss.

Next, others will take notice to your momentum.
Inspiration that they too will take to ascension.
All will be made aware of your eminence.
So too will your enemies swear toxic malevolence.

They will line up and levee their stones of fire.
Swerve fast and don't give them what they desire!
Don't assemble your weapons but remain steadfast.
And I promise this problem will also come to pass.

Wise men told me people are equal beings, neither above or below.
For our gift is one to be shared but can never to be bestowed.
Don't mistake this transition for a personal battle of the mind.
For this struggle is not just for you but also for all of humankind.

Ticket

They tell me what they think they want me to hear,
But the things they say ignite and burn off my ear
They seem to think they know my face,
But come to find I live in a different place.

They come closer to me just to push me down.
I look back and smile because things are different now.
And when I call them out they keel over with their self-righteous denial,
Because nobody does wrong but my faults are booked and filed

They like what they see but respect gets old fast.
I can see it through their grins and questions asked.
They laugh at what I fear in my own insecurities.
As I try to be the better man to the best of my abilities.

And all it takes for me is a simple phrase.
But who has time for good communication these days?
Hurt seems to be their only option with their blades drawn.
Times like these are the times I'm glad that I remain strong.

If you got a problem, open a ticket please
Fitful as the rest yet I can flow with ease.
But if you can help it, lose the deception.
And I'll give you my utmost discretion.

This rhyme's not for everyone but the chosen few.
The few and the proud and the used and the new.
They mess with me like I have something to prove.
But I have my music and I'm always on the move.

At The Top

I rattle the cages, yeah I can leap off the edges.
Do not try to stop me, let me ascend to the Heavens.
But if you want to stop by and watch me cry,
I can make you a deal that money cannot buy.

Such that I forget you can't trust me.
I'm a sidewinder missile screaming across the sea.
And when I ascend tonight, you can find me in my home.
Like a king without a crown, but happy one my throne.

But royalty isn't exactly what I've been looking for.
Rather just another night of passing out on the floor.
I open my eyes, I get up, and I run many a mile.
Failing, faltering, and dying is just not my style.

Tis a strange time these days to be a bronze god.
Indeed the lot of us find ourselves to be quite odd.
But if you run with me and you do not stop.
Then you can join up with me when I reach the top.

And at the party I honestly never ask for much.
Yet I look upon your face and cannot resist your touch.
My body quivers such that I decant my divinity.
For our bodies collide and I'm taken to infinity.

Is this what it feels like to be just human?
Amalgamated powerless dethroned depleted fusion?
It makes me sick and it makes me sad.
To consider all the forcefed poison I had.

And on broken wings I hit the ground,
Won't be that much longer now.
I lay by the shore facing the sky,
In too much pain to wince or cry.

This is what it's like to be a bronze god
You realize your just some kind of human fraud.
And all the people you learn to love,
Would rather cast their stones from high above.

Jagged rocks ripping flesh as they rain from the skies.
From people I love with sickening grins and fiery eyes.
I wipe the blood from my lip and see your face among them.
Evade what I can but doing little to postpone the end.

And thus I wake up in an unfamiliar place.
Some rapturous area between sky and space.
There is nothing here but the echo of my breath.
I can't help but feel as if this is my own death.

So I kept running, more of the same.
But no matter how much farther I ran, nobody came.
I have a mind to halt, but I just can't stop.
For maybe I am neither human nor god here at the top.

Whirlwind

The end draws closer on starstruck eyes.
For the history on the bed post lies.
With apparel of fire on this Summer day
Burning with zesty dances 20 miles away.

Because Sir Gawain knew the stakes at hand.
But he opts not to die on the Green Knight's land.
I may be neither Gawain nor green knight.
I am the whirlwind borne of a future bright.

And oh how the Heavens speak when I'm coasting
But oh how Mother Earth speaks when I'm toasting
Father sky shows the way to a world beyond our own
Will you come with me or would you have me die alone?

Such that I'm practically a dispensary for feelings.
What feel is most practical for you these fine evenings?
I have good feels, bad feels, and dirty ones too.
But still I'm left wondering which I set aside for you.

This world is in such a beautiful time and place.
Especially when there's no contest or race.
Fear not the complications of national policy.
Just proceed happily and embrace all your honesty.

And 'dot dot dot'; ellipses those sentences you find deep.
For human beings have millions of reasons to weep.
Even though the struggling is the obvious thing to do,
Be done with it and love yourself as much as I love you.

Kindness

Through the twists and turns of a world bearing truth
Betwixt a rock and a hard place living for a life without you
I've seen the epic tales of unforgiven tragedies
The rain of a million flames upon society's misbegotten fallacies

My eyes have beheld the candle in its dimmest hopeful flicker
Before it was squelched and we all became hopelessly bitter
Bitter at a world where the sun gets hotter every passing year
Bitter because our insecurities would not flourish without the insincere

I speak of a place where Hell is rising from its fiery depths
A world where people stop ascending and become addicted to meth
Because we aren't reasonably taught reason at home or in school
No, we are trusted solely to become the instrument and not the tool

Because we have all been betrayed, battered, lost and forgotten
Because our eyes are shot in blood, our mouths full of cotton
For those who do not struggle cast judgment on those who hide from the light
And thus I take this pill and drink this drink as my skin turns a starkest white

But personally? Sometimes I hate to close my eyes
Because to close my eyes is to be blind
And to be blind is to be kind and to be kind is to be liked
And to be liked is a curse because to be liked

Is to sacrifice our body, mind, and soul to kindness
Goodness I wish my choices weren't this or blindness
Oh if only I weren't so bitter so I can move beyond this ugly thought
I choose instead to open my eyes and see what my bloody hands have wrought

So here I sit at 2 AM with song and mead
As the galaxy burns and the heavens bleed

Smiley Moon Face

Embarking on a journey to uncharted land.
Flying among the stars like grains of sand.
Here I remain floating up in the sky.
No rhyme or reason, no question why.

Oh how it feels to move any which direction.
Watching cars rolling by at the intersection.
And the moon, he smiled warmly at me by his light.
For he finally had a semblance of company tonight.

I prayed that this night would never be over.
For the possibility of maybe becoming closer.
The kind of thing that is rarely seen or heard.
For I wish to show you more than just spoken word.

You see me wondering why I could fly.
Hand extended all I could say is 'try.'
When we saw all the places we could see.
I wanted you to still fly alongside me.

Though you too wanted to come along.
It was less than an hour until dawn.
As if just a song unheard or sight unseen.
I had only just awoken from this cold dream.

Drenched in cold sweat I thought she was the one.
But it was only a romantic dream long said and done.
Bewildered, I wondered why and how this came to be.
Then I looked up and still the moon was smiling at me.

Stone Artery Baby

Sitting here content yet beguiled.
Wondering how long til I'm reviled.
I long for that comforting sign of relief.
Running on the fumes left in my one belief.

Made my move and now I await the days.
Where I am removed from these old ways.
And how can I not with a devil knocking at my door?
Five, four, three, two, what is he waiting for?

Colorful reminiscence of days long since past.
Nonetheless I am glad this year had flown so fast.
Books are closed on days when was still so young.
I regret not a single thing for what I've become.

So as soon as I am no longer lost and bereft.
I'll fight on until I've got nothing left.
Wen my heart of stone is poured dry in the morning.
I will finally know the truth behind the warning.

My legs can take me far but they cannot take me there.
So I strip away the rocks until my heart is laid bare,
Autumn is here now and we know not what yet to expect.
Though danger lurks around me I still can't intercept.

Though we stand to lose after coming so far,
Our methods of survival makes us who we are.
So my hands are now extended with quiet comfort I invite,
Does he dare take what I offer; does he step into the light?

Secrets

In the shape of secrets we revealed,
By tongues of fire, our lips unsealed.
Gone setting sail in this sea of hope,
By one last row of this lonely boat.

I tic-tac-toed among my peers,
Hoping for one to dry my tears.
Nothing on the coast is picture perfect,
Appealing before judges to reach a verdict.

Found it by the drugs inside the music.
Discovered what I won before I lose it.
All that was left was a heart of stone
I threw it in my box and sailed for home.

I opened it at my tiny hut to claim my prize,
Looked inside but did not believe my eyes.
Inside the box was not the stone.
But just the box there all alone.

I woke up in a mess of sweat.
From a dream I just can't forget.
Who invited me to this journey?
What exactly was in it for me?

In shapes of secrets unrevealed
No tongues of fire, our lips are sealed.
There is no boat, there is no sea.
There is no judge, there is only me.

Self-Righteous Hollywood

For far too long I was too weak to think on my own.

The weed had spread too far from the seeds we had sown.

It looked pretty at first even though we knew it was wrong.

Like paper boats floating together it was just stringing along.

And we never mean to drag those hearts right through the dirt.

I keep on carrying on in spite of the ones I heal and the ones I hurt.

I even fool myself into thinking I've got it so good.

A cheap yet sweet taste of self-righteous Hollywood.

Though I hope you'd forgive me for a good, if undone trife.

You can't be blamed for pouring it down the drain of your life.

Next I see you I hope you find whatever it is you seek.

That sweet nectar of perfection with a hint of mystique.

So once more I apologize for bringing about nothing nice.

For clouding your bluest eyes with illusions of sugar and spice.

We both know it's never really your fault.

But I know enough to take the heat with a grain of salt.

Replicate

Once upon a time in outer space
Our hearts were in some distant place.
Justifying the means of something real.
Sleeping, dreaming but yet still we feel.

We grow weary of the same bland thing everyday.
But between the lines we dance, we sing, and we play.
When everything is said and done.
We can meet then and greet the sun.

The pedestals we sat upon before we fell from our own stupid grace
Were maybe in another time when this was just another stupid race
They say it's not easy we are too easily desecrated.
Terrible sure, but it's better than the lies replicated.

And it's so sad when there's no reason to be here.
Such a shame when you abandon all you hold dear.
But the longer it takes, the more we waste away.
Though we love to remain, we simply cannot stay.

So let's move on with this mediocrity,
Supposing it's time we returned to reality.
But you're welcome anytime, don't hesitate to stay.
Say no more words to me, everything will be okay.

Boy You're Going Down

Boy now let me tell you a couple things before you're going down.

There's a thing you've got, it's what I need and enough to go around.

Well send some friends to camp your doors and case out your home.

We can toss forth all these rocks at your wall to the very last stone.

So we clutch you by the chin so you can meet our scornful gaze.

We can't quite see things your way so we'll throttle you for days.

Back around base we're riling your neighbors and egging on the fight.

For a little thing called oil, I don't really care if we're wrong or right.

We worry about the things you do in lieu of the national debt.

So little time to look back on all the secrets that we've kept.

We'll deploy all our ordnance toward your walls til you open the door.

With no concern about the cost of the payload til we've gone to war.

So boy you heard a couple things and now you're going down.

People don't know it, but I think you're the baddest kid in town.

And maybe everyone will conclude that this is all about your oil.

So expect a few thousand of my men to be marching on your soil.

Summer Has Me

Sweat dripped in the sun blinding my sights,
I dredge through long days and short nights.
My confidants nod and cheer me on and on.
I took flight to prove that I could do no wrong.

The sweet relief of their faces shows me I'm right.
So it took me forever to pick up a pen and to write.
Yeah I'm not the prettiest human being in the park.
And the things I write ain't gonna tip off no charts.

I'm a wearer of a heart suspended off my sleeve.
None the more deserving of any gifts I may receive.
At the end of the day, nothing sacred comes for free.
The pretty faces show pretty places my heart gets me.

Eyesight

I have seen forests and open fields.
I have seen weapon everyone wields.
I have seen what it's like to have love and lost.
I have seen what there is to gain and exhaust.

I have seen the face of enemy and friend.
I have seen the cause I choose to defend.
I have seen the tears on an entitled face.
I have seen what it's like to fall from grace.

I have seen what is left when we lose it all.
I have seen how to avoid another fall.
I have seen through the eyes of the bird.
I have seen things that can just be heard.

I have seen the living and the dead.
I have seen through the back of my head.
I have seen directly into the sun.
I have seen the damage it had done.

I have seen all through blurred visions.
I have seen most right and wrong decisions.
I have seen all what is and is not mine.
I have seen adrenaline slow down time.

I have seen the different flavors of my soul.
I have seen the different places we can go.
I have seen what is to be lost and what is to gain.
I have seen the brightest day and the hardest rain.

Connect The Dots

The structures all around me don't look familiar.
They twist and warp in all kinds of ways.
Through curtains of night I felt so peculiar.
I whisked right on through to better days.

Embrace me with your sympathy.
I can only do so much with these dirty hands.
Humor me with your hilarity.
You make me laugh so hard it kills the man.

And up in the clouds where we can hardly breathe.
We connected bright dots of cities instead of stars.
It's not the same as we did once believe.
Connecting dots is so much harder with cars.

But now we are touching down.
The ride was fun but now it's closing time.
Let's go back to our hometown.
And everything we've known will be just fine.

Peace of Mind

Four miles down, but many more to go.
These days I've been taking it very slow.
I was soaked from leaping out that pool of regret.
Still you helped dry me off and I am in your debt.

I take back what I said as I clung to the forbidden tree.
I am so very lucky to find out that you still love me.
To believe in good faith that I am unlike other men.
To observe in good faith as I have begun to live again.

There are no more nightmares and no more demons
There are only dreams of better times and better seasons.
As I ran through the cheering crowd in the last race,
Eager hands stroked my grinning, sweat drenched face.

And it makes me happy to see all the smiles intact.
I find comfort in the open arms that welcome me back.
My troubled mind is finally at ease.
For no longer am I living on my knees.

Who Needs A Title

The poems I write and the things I do,

Are sometimes trite or just about you.

Depending on whether they ever really get done.

Oh no, not nearly enough angst in this one.

But today's just one of those days.

Where I slept through it all the way.

No shame in that because I'm a big boy,

And the doctor said I should do what I enjoy.

So I've got precious little time for the hows and the whys.

But if we put our heads together it'll work as advertised.

Hold just a moment, I think I've got a rhyme.

If I play it right, I can turn words on a dime.

And if I say I run, usually I end the line with "mile."

I do it so much I feel like it's going out of style.

But somehow still, I keep everything fresh.

And in the end I clean up a potential mess.

And I'm sorry if this poem winds up too short.
Maybe I'm not exactly of the truly profound sort.
But keep on reading, that is all I ask
And pray that I am always up to the task.

Color Stain

My colors run and I want to leave a stain.

I want more than a few to know my name.

I cannot argue against the ‘if’ and the ‘only.’

This side of the woods makes me so lonely.

But boy have I got some ground to cover.

I’ve outgrown what I’ve come to discover.

Maybe I’ll make a new rearrangement.

But not for the sake of entertainment.

The sum I make isn’t much of a fortune.

But it’s enough to get a reasonable portion,

Of food, liberty and things to wear on my back.

With the promise I won’t be railed off my track.

Normally it’d kill me not to be something more.

I shed the colors to my name and let them explore.

True enjoyment of life is what I’m all about.

For I wouldn’t be who I am if I went without.

Familiar Face

I bounced back and forth to the beat of the song
as I retraced the steps to see where I had gone.
Seems my strong feet had seen countless steps,
but still much less than I'm willing to accept.

I looked up and met a face I'd seen before,
back in the days I always had an open door.
A brief catch up and coffee run later,
I assert the mission to be my own savior.

In the following days I built up my own heat,
covering miles through sweat and dire feet.
When my lungs contract to deny me air,
I stopped, leaned over, and stopped right there.

That familiar face looked on and asked me why,
I looked over, and gave explanation a try.
I carried on and she didn't seem to mind,
for I do not run to leave anyone behind.

Great Golden Orb

Tell me everything you wish for me to know.

Save a neighboring seat for me at the show.

We can smile, laugh, and play until we pass out.

Just enjoying everything in the absence of doubt.

For all we're worth you'd given me sunshine.

You've given me a reason to make life mine.

And even though my noise had been so bloody loud.

You never fail to remind me that I should be proud.

For now I'll give this star a place in my heart to stay.

I'll do the obvious thing and save it for a rainy day.

And when that rainy day comes when I least expect.

That will be the day everything will finally connect.

Time Renewed

Crystals of life erupt into shards of what created humanity today.
Where they manifest themselves into cliques and pushed others away.
The lesson for this occasion is but a simple one:
To recognize what is lost long before it is done.

Gone are the days when this shard reflects the lost.
In this episode all that remains is the ultimate cost.
For man cannot discern the opinion from the truth.
He takes his time to come up with some solid proof.

To sing and dance and convince a mind into believing
That there is more to life than what he was receiving.
If it can be fixed then it will be fixed.
Time will fill in all the tiny gaps betwixt.

So renew the vows and banish the ire.
The absence of doubt shall breed new desire.
A sense of practice, self, and pride will guide the path.
For man can weave a word and suffer no one's wrath.

Giants

Did you know that I was put on this world to fight vikings?
With sticks and stones and all the things that satisfy my likings.
I was put on this world to be the end of all yearnings.
To bring forth the secrets of my ancient learnings.

I want to realize a place where all my goals come true.
For all my confidence lets all the positive things through.
Where I'm in a graduation ceremony riding on a horse.
Gallop off happily, paper in hand, and shine with no remorse.

So come with me and we'll topple giants with our bare hands.
Disregard all that tell us we can't and kudos to all our fans!
So tell me friend, doesn't another adventure sound great?
Better than clinging to all the dissatisfaction and hate.

First Place

A gun's hollow bullet cracks the sky.
That's my cue to give first place a try.
So I took off on a strong set of feet.
Today I will not suffer another defeat.

To this end there was no flaw in my analysis.
I am at no risk of lasting damage or paralysis.
It seems that nature has made an exception.
To lend me capabilities beyond perception.

And I will run and I will burn.
For every new lesson I will learn.
As the weight of the world hangs above our necks.
The breaths I take sometimes sound like sex.

I'll be relieved when I finish in first.
In a race to do away with the worst.
To turn about in the morning naked and exposed.
But wake up happy I didn't pass out in my clothes.

Who Knows Where

I cannot sleep with this lump in my chest.
All around me are noises I detest.
Thump, thump, I hold the bridge of my nose.
Shivering cold from my head to my toes.

I sought shelter in the company of strangers.
I thought they could shield me from the dangers.
But the true danger is the depths of my mind.
The depths that I cannot seem to put behind.

Something is wrong with my head.
Will I be okay or am I better off dead?
I want to find it in my capacity to be positive.
To pick up the pieces and make it my prerogative.

They shower me with praise and call me the best.
I have so much difficulty believing it I cannot rest.
I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass.
But I promise you much that I'll recover fast.

Yeah I'll bounce back at a world whose back is turned.
And I'll rebuild all the bridges that I had since burned.
After that, I dare not cross them again.
For my own story has not even began.

So for today I'll brush their hands off my shoulder.
For my beauty is only in the eyes of no beholder.
Thus I will run until my soul leaves my body there.
And I'll wind up in a place nobody knows where.

Regular Guy

Despite their word I'm just another plain guy,
Whose eyes are always turned toward the sky.
I'm just a regular friend who can do good by you.
I can dream, I can sing, yet I am nothing new.

I'm just some go-getter of answers
While being lost among dancers,
Around the truth of what I desperately left behind.
The truth I've gone so long without paying much mind.

So I sit here and watch my ideas bounce off the wall.
As they swirl in a cascade of wonder and alcohol.
Though I fool myself with every drink
The clouds it clears truly helps me think.

But one night I gazed into a mirror.
Found my image wasn't much clearer.
So I threw that bottle straight to the moon.
And the moon threw it back to earth real soon.

Next thing I know, my head's turned toward you.
Your eyes looked severe and a deep shade of blue.
You cradled my head in your thin small hand.
Said I could have all my answers on command.

And the feeling was all so surreal.
For those answers I cut you a deal.
That I remain just a regular guy.
And that we never say goodbye.

Where We Belong

So tell me Father are we just child soldiers?
We seriously carry much on our shoulders.
Sometimes can be giants strong and brave.
Crushing those who dare to misbehave.

We were meant for much more than this.
So come with us away from that precipice.
And I dare think the devils knew their own wrath.
For we are not to see the end 'til the last bloodbath.

Let's add a third and a fourth to this war.
Gather friends before we shut the door.
We'll on a hunt for demons and witches.
And we'll inquisition those sons of bi-

Wait wait wait this situation's unreal.
For we're legit beyond simple sex appeal.
I don't rightly know who did us this wrong.
It's not my favorite person singing the song.

So I'm telling you we are not just soldiers.
Bravery is in the the eyes of our beholders.
This time we'll always be wary and strong.
For this is who we are -- where we belong.

Dynamic Entry

I found love in the most unlikely of places:
In myself as I make these long strong paces.
As long as there's a Heaven I'll keep going faster.
If what I do is a thing of the Force then I'm a Jedi Master.

I broke down and into tightly-formed dynamic sprint.
For you I'd race to the end of time for a word or a hint.
My friends are the ones who keep me alive and well.
Because these days it's our way or the highway to Hell.

I write many little things and I can even quote Mark Twain.
But it's all been tried, done and it would only be in vain.
So I'll keep my jump-started heart in my own hands.
Touch it, you'll see it's sturdy in light of all demands!

Full circle the morning after a weekend I'd been needing.
So much running, my body took a shameless beating.
I tumbled out of bed, throat dry and dying of thirst.
Hope I reblogged that post before I landed face-first!

Energy

Look over there and see me lying on the floor.
Feel free to approach so long as you shut the door.
As you look upon me, I am incapacitated
The things they said were quite exaggerated.

Though I am of questionable existence.
Pick me up, I'll offer no such resistance.
There, that second wind, do you feel it?
Where you were wounded, did I heal it?

One foot in front of the other, let's go now.
You don't need anyone telling you no how.
Look again and I have vanished from that spot.
Look around you and I am but only a mere thought.

For I was with you from the beginning.
For the times you were losing and winning.
Every now and then I surface to give you my all.
But control me now and I'll see your enemies fall.

Aggression Progression

Overcast days brought darkness to my surviving light.
For a newly begotten will to bring an end to your blight.
So brandish your words like the blades we cross.
I'll cast right on back every fucking stone you toss.

I apologize for how fast your aggression unfurled.
As you pissed about your problems in your perfect first world.
You hid behind a flimsy shield of self worth and improvement.
Didn't expect my eyes to be trained on your fake ass movement.

I'm the one that will make the wheels turn.
Though I'd love to see your visage burn.
And I'll keep running until I feel faint.
To save myself from all that you taint.

So get out with that shit about the wrong or right.
Your injustice comes to a final end tonight.
You go on and on about the way you feel.
But nobody will listen for none of it is real.

Looking Past the Past

It's hard to find the beauty in this piece of painting.
The detail on the people's faces is quickly fading.
Maybe it's not our best shot at making art.
The theme was doomed right from the start.

There has to be more to us than this.
Before I lay dying and motionless.
Are you still looking for a sign?
Or am I just running out of time?

The end of the world is down to the wire.
Now I have brought new light to a heart on fire.
Do you think I stand a chance?
Or can we just smile now and dance?

Don't make like we've never met.
After the curtains close on the set.
I love you dear for what you are.
So just be yourself when you leave the car.

Union

I'm stopping and wondering what makes sense anymore.
Why I'm somehow phasing through a closing door.
And no, don't stop, I think I know what this is all about.
It's my boomeranging, relapsing, and recurring doubt.

Stick it out with me though, I'll be alright,
When you touch my face and hold me tight.
Be there when I fall back so together we can thrive.
Along the way we'll figure out what it means to be alive.

And stop me please if I'm proven to be wrong.
In the light of defeat I find it difficult to move on.
Even now I feel its dull ache deep within my chest.
But carry me forth and I'll make it for the best.

However, I am not helpless on my own.
I dread the feeling of being alone.
For as long as I have the will and the cunning.
You can refuse me, but I'll just keep on running.

Kept Awake

Now here's a feeling I haven't felt in a good long while.

Do I make my stop here or do I go the extra mile?

I want to pledge my heart and soul to a friendly cause.

Yet I need time to iron out some outstanding flaws.

I remain silent even though I have everything to say.

For they are the thoughts I banished from the light of day.

Yet there too are the times where I feel like I'm on fire.

But to whom do I turn when I am hanging from the wire?

I feel people took up residence at the bottom of my heart.

But maybe they were always there from the very start.

Perhaps they were in places I cannot see.

I spent my whole life blind to the best of me.

And you know, there were so many people before that have tried.

But I have an inkling on who I can turn to with my arms open wide.

Once in a while I may be gracious and give a little more.

Lest I forget, however, that I have been dead wrong before.

Abyss Bore No Fury

In a vacuum where vibrations are all I sense.
I suffer under yet another false pretense.
But when all was said and done.
It was just another mistake to learn from.

Prone to lash out in a righteous fit.
I may give much but not a single shit.
And oh have I long awaited this day.
To silence demons and unmake decay.

But I've culled the demons for far too long.
Now is the time I retreat and sing a new song.
It will be an unbroken song of redemption.
But I will keep an open ear to your suggestion.

I'll make a supply of justice but no demand
To the angels marching hand-in-hand
It's a different song and a familiar tune.
But I am renewed and I'm rising soon.

Glass Ballista

Even though I am guilty as hell.
I make pretend like all is well.
Figuring out how to tell the truth the best of ways.
But at the same time diminish the shades of grays.

Freedom is the illusion I had when things fell through.
In spite of it, the things I loved, I found I long outgrew.
Though I stand tall, proud, and great.
Still I find I am treated second rate.

I tried so hard to prove that I am beyond that.
Broke my back to gird the soul and trim the fat.
So much was banked on me no help was suggested.
Nonetheless that task was harder than expected.

It's a new year and I am tired of trying
To satisfy everyone and pay their fine.
But it is not too late to see the blueprints and pour down a base.
Perhaps seeing the smiles of others has long since lost its grace.

Golden Bars

Put on a mask and set that mother on fire
So they can see it from the mountain spire
To smoke out the injustice begotten
Who me? No I have not since forgotten

For freedom, we must contend
From cradle, to bitter end
I dread the golden bars I'm forced to take
Even though, yeah, they keep me awake.

Awake enough to show the things that I hate.
Tugging at your legs to give me some escape.
To invite me over there by a fire with some new friends.
I just want to be guided in my quest to make amends.

I cannot pardon the errors of what I see.
It's just another cursed deck dealt out to me.
But now I know the reality of a king without his crown.
Like a broken promise, shards of honor scattered all around.

But what if that honor was not in pieces forever?
What if we can weld them all back together?
Benevolence is not meant to be hidden.
For some sins can always be forgiven.

Imperfect Body

Help my body, help my soul,
As I spin out of control.
Crash landed in the fields, somewhere out of Tao.
Look at me thinking about everything but now.

My mind is reeling from third degree burns.
Still have I got far too much to learn?
I didn't know too, where to go from here.
To my right and to my left were insanity and fear.

Will I rise from the grave, come back from the dead?
Or be denied a try by fate as it retracts a thread?
And even when we came all the way to the end of time,
I still do not know what belongs to you and what is mine.

Help my body, help my soul,
How to mend it I don't know.
Reality has a sick way of saying what is real.
Even if it was the perfect thing to reveal.

So even though it might seem perfecto, now is not the time.
Any other time is cool but tonight is not night for a crime.
You can table this for now and see the latest party.
As I sit here half-witted in an imperfect body.

On Righting Wrongs

Forever and long
We are righting the wrongs
Her whispers in my ear are a dark symphony,
As long as I run I know I shall be free.

We swing and we strike for one and for all,
To punish the big and embolden the small.
My boots are now littered with the dirt and the grains.
The iron struck hot like the blood in my veins.

We won't cease this fighting for our honorable cause.
To hunt all the evil that lurked in these halls
For love is a sweet distant noise at its best.
A wistful reminder beneath my vest.

So hear what I say and do hear me well.
Be not under hex of the borrower's spell.
We are the just, and yes we are the brave.
Taking our vows from cradle to grave.

I trust in my power and soon they will see,
The last sight before the end will be me.
Nothing else for it now so I run and I run,
For days into weeks I am chasing the sun.

It shines down on me with its bright incandescence.
Our missions are all just worthwhile investments.
Now do what you will and do what you please.
But I shall step up and cure my disease.

Honest Folk

Now this is the life of honest people and their broken hearts.
Bought out by owners as if they were used car parts.
This is not the time to race for a new love to replace what was lost.
Nor is it a time to live and learn through sharing needles and getting tossed.
In spite of hopes dashed and cash deposits I try to leave it all behind.
To keep the honest folk from losing control of their collective mind.

And even though we like to explore the rules that we can bend,
We cannot afford to forget the final words that we penned.
I don't seem to want to let go of this here on the slippery slope.
But my palms are burning from the threads that make the rope.
And even though the honest folk have shown me the light.
It only illuminates a most godforsaken sight!

Come on I'll make another try.
Don't you dare try to pass me by.
I loosen my grip and feel the escape of my soul,
But I hesitate and tighten the grip to regain control.
So once again I feel the touch of the honest folk.
They make me smile with their occasional joke.

And with that in mind I let the rope slide down a bit more.
In its descent I felt more relief than ever before.
Opened my eyes to spot where the honest folks resided.
Yet I saw nothing but what stars had already decided.
For what I was following in holding this rope was never a mistake.
With the promise that one day I will learn how to build and learn how to break.

The Protagonist

His life was frigid and cold to the touch.
What do you say to a man who's seen too much?
His past is the past but his future's a mystery.
The only good thing to come out of it is history.

He did wonderful thankless work for what his world became.
Did things for strangers who didn't even bother to ask his name.
He can stand on his own free will.
Be he sees something stranger still.

Vile secrets come late to be unveiled.
But he succeeds where others have failed.
Always had a deep affection for the sun.
So this little event won't make him undone.

Yeah he was a straight shooter from a sleepy town.
Wasn't really big on the idea of being renown.
He didn't much know how to tell good joke.
But he sure had a certain power to invoke.

He broke his back to satisfy his own plight.
So it's safe to say his journey's over right?
Well, no -- it's not.
Not by a long shot.

Undertow

In love on a day like any other.

Saw a grim report in the paper and the news.

Received a call from your mother.

The rest is a history that I cannot refuse.

I wanted to find you in my own reflection in the sea.

For I kept writing these meager words in the name of you.

Looked once more and all I saw in the water was me.

Hoping the dream of your resurrection would one day come true.

So I kept writing these words to call you from the grave.

For we can once more sing, dance, and thrash in my garage.

I tried my best to be strong, tried my best to be brave.

Thought I saw you once again but t'was only another mirage.

Do you not think it is a simple task to stand?

Shedding painful tears as I left red amaryllis at your stone.

I even threw in the latest album of your favorite band.

Looked in the sea once more to find that I was still alone.

I came to resist what was left of these little things.

Reconciled to accept that this reality is not kind to a widowed lover.

A luxury reserved exclusively for the queens and kings.

Peered into the abyss once more to find something or another.

My distant heart raced from what I saw.

A visage looked back mired with sadness and regret.

Our reunion was brief if it happened at all.

But it was a true experience that I'll never forget.

Clockwork Machines

Still in shackles tragic and lonely, 

I was exposed for a phony.

Still on the run, I'm unfairly branded a thief.

The judge lied to me straight through his teeth.

Laughing away his reality, 

For a single tragic fallibility.

My only defense rests at his home,

No evidence to call my own.

Said I would hang on taxpayer's gold,

When all I ever wanted was a hand to hold.

As I ran away, the rabbles were completely mislead,

Said that I should be try pushing daisies instead.

And even though I can never look back.

I can keep my distance and stay on track.

For the judge will get his just due one day.

And when he does, I will be forever away.

In all honesty life is better than it seems.

Underground beneath clockwork machines.

And even though I can take it a day at a time,

Millions can take many days without trying.

But as long as I remain pure and true,

A warm promise of respite long overdue.

The time it took wasn't very long if nothing else.

For the the grandest opportunity presented itself.

I pray only that this plot doesn't go global,

For at my mercy now was that lying noble.

He was bound and gagged in the salt mines.

A little reminder that he lived in our trying times.

My final verdict for the judge was a fate worse than death.

His tongue was thus removed and the cave shook as I left.

Stand

-
I cannot be bothered to participate.
Years pass me by as I sit and wait.
Am I no longer a figurative source of charm?
Or am I simply just a new alarm?
Solved problems make way for a new stack
So have all my colors faded to black?

So many questions, no more time.
Yet fewer answers, what's my crime?
At the door I left the flag of hatred.
But I can't forget the one who made it.
And yet you keep me alive and well.
You helped me stand wherever I fell.

I'm the only one who can purify my soul.
Will you be there when I do, I don't know.
For at the end of the day, curtains are drawn.
Once again I choose a new road to travel on.
I spend my time perfecting the new me.
To be something everyone wants to see.

With your help I just might make it through.
Else I would not write these words for you.
Somewhere between the lines we meant to cast.
I can no longer lean against the horrors of my past.
And even though a push may come to shove.
There is no evil that we cannot rise above.

Choice

-
Though I might seem oft to preach to the ears of holy men,
Are their shoulders the ones on which we should depend?
Of course not for there are perfectly good souls among us.
Men and woman whose power is pure and whose cause is just.

Enemy of the state posturing in a nation they would divide.
While the people suffer with spread arms and fettered lives.
For the suits would be mistaken to ignore the seeds they've sown.
As the sleeping giant begins to wake and the seeds have grown.

But for now the giants only sleep and dream a national dream.
A dream that will soon involve hazard masks and gasoline.
For we will spill chariots and unhinge the power of the gods.
As they spread propaganda of artificial enemies in the jihads.

War rages all around us, can you even see?
How divided the nation is between you and me?
To cast a stone in one direction or leave it at the door.
For whatever option you choose, there will only be war.

[Author's Note: I believe we, as a people have a choice in the election. Vote or do not vote for yourself and only yourself. Yourself. Not at the behest of people who are so wrapped in the ideology of a black and white democracy. Understand what your decision is and know why you're doing it. If you are unsure at all, do not vote. Also, stop cluttering your friends' news feeds with political shit on Facebook. It's not cool, edgy, funny, or intelligent. I know you dumbasses still do it.]

Last Leaf

-
Where soft bread crumbs lined the counter tops.
A glass filled by dripping water faucet drops.
A lone girl collects her past, through and through.
As she watched the creaking overturned canoe.

The good times were but just a blur.
A simple time when nothing bothered her.
With cherries, berries, so very sweet.
Need not worry what she had to eat.

A little girl still has a right to dream.
For neither sugar nor an ounce of cream.
A right to apply what she had learned.
So that new leaves can now be turned.

Though she may leave much to be desired.
What, in her, had the new world required?
Another dollar another feast,
Everlasting, ceaseless peace.

In the reality that she had come to use.
She would notice not what is beneath her shoes.
An overturned leaf that is now beside her.
A pattern that looked much like a spider.

Now what ever could this mean?
Who could paint her such a scene?
A setting that is so serene?
What my open eyes had never seen?

Headphones

-
It was a time when we were unfamiliar with the tune.
I can't believe it's already been this long since June.
My fingers tremble and my body quivers in this seat.
Wearing my headphones, nodding back and forth to the beat.

I pray to Heaven that all your plans go according to your design.
The spirits may yet decide to take charge and guide me to mine.
My toes curled as I remembered every word so sweet.
Wearing my headphones, nodding back and forth to the beat.

The chapters in my life flip on as the month forms a verse.
I fooled myself into thinking that things just got worse.
We both saw it in me, as I sprinted on my own two feet.
Wearing my headphones, nodding back and forth to the beat.

I'm sorry if I implied myself to be something that I cannot.
If it reminds you wrongly of all the times we fought.
I hope you're home safe out past the night and the wheat.
Wearing my headphones, nodding back and forth to the beat.

Listening to all the things you know and love.
Believing what you will about the gods above.
Maybe together, for just one night, the two of us will break bread and eat.
Wearing my headphones, nodding back and forth to the beat.

Melting Clocks

-

So the birds flew backward skies beyond what the eye can see

How ever could they notice they were flying right under me?

As I walked I passed children on swing sets in dresses of fire and ice

'Quite bizarre,' rubbing my eyes to be sure they were keen and precise

The sky faded to a warm shade of pink as they waved and laughed

And if I wanted to wave right on back have I gone daft?

What is this realm drawn from the strange and surreal?

Where I can freely breathe and where I can freely feel?

All too soon the ground I stood upon was dark

Against the world around me I conjured an arc

Hands outstretched the children gestured an invite

Do I dare take what they offer and step into the light?

I flew with them beyond the cosmic pattern

Feast my eyes upon the most majestic Saturn

Came back down to this world of men

And there in London it was a melted Big Ben

But would you look now at the time?

Wish this time was yours but no it's mine

Tilted heads, the children's smiles turned to frowns

On my bed, I spun until I fell right down

Awakened I now into this perfect normal world

Was it just a dream to which my brows unfurl?

I stood up and stretched my body with a yawn

And with a smiled I stepped out to greet the dawn

I dressed up for work on that day

For the trials standing in my way

Turned the key to ignite,

And drove on far out of sight.

Before light came I passed by the swing set in the park

But I could have sworn two smiles put out the dark.

Endgame

-
Life carried on as if nothing happened.
Fires ravaged across distant farmland.
The neon grid of cities crumbled away.
It was we that brought the end of yesterday.

On the dawn of the new day our muscles ached.
What we couldn't do for the Order, we faked.
Contorted our bodies in impossible ways.
With knifes we carved a path to a whole new phase.

The cowards preached upon the corpse-ridden hill.
Of who we are and who they were willing to kill.
"Lord knows who deserves to live"
But we didn't have anymore fight to give.

To nodded to each other and then we ran away.
They gave us chase up til the very next day.
And there we stood in bleak disgrace.
Joined our filthy arms in weak embrace.

The cataclysmic dawn too would then follow.
Choking on propaganda we couldn't swallow.
"Maybe we should buy their lie" was all she said.
We've come this far that we're better off dead.

She told me "I'll misdirect their trail."
I could only hope that she didn't fail.
God, I feared all but the worst.
Die by the templars or of the thirst?

It's been forever since Endgame night.
Wondering if I'm pardoned unjust indict.
Among lawless refugees I now learn to cope
For then at world's end there is yet still hope.

Revenge and Justice

-
Honor is a rare gift unmade by feeling and hand
For human beings are as plentiful as grains in the sand.
In a second, we drop to our knees and begin to fall.
Pouring out our hearts and burying it all.

So I threw forth my arms with a single shed tear exclaiming "Not I!"
I can strengthen my heart and find an answer to the question "Why."
The process is simple with a tormented heart.
To grasp the bindings in a world fallen apart.

We contort our hands to slip through shackles of obsessive misery.
To take hold of the weapon and use it as our personal artillery.
But if we love ourselves we wouldn't need revenge.
For on this newest day we've no one to avenge.

So we dismantle their cannons and their guns.
For we do not need to punish anymore sons.
But always remember a most important lesson if nothing else will expand:
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Peaks of Light

-

On the horizon past bridges crumbled.

Do we as people made life fumbled.

We press forth on the Peaks of Light.

A sacred cliff from which Zeus took flight.

So here I stand atop this steeple.

To pass pause unto less fortunate people.

It is in this aegis of light that I am enveloped.

To repel spells of blight the darkness hath developed.

It is in the core of these hills that I trust.

To do what is true and what is just.

At the end of the day peace is all that is real.

With our own collective brand imprinted on the seal.

So let this lesson be the coal you spread apart.

To temper the white hot iron that is your heart.

And on the final day I promise you will take flight.

For wings will carry you too up to the Peaks of Light.

The Healer

You weaved the thread to bring respite to the sick around the clock.
The very thread combined with the love of the children among your flock.
The ones gathered here within this very steeple amidst the bowers.
Pouring their hearts out into the shared cask of love and flowers.

Look around you now, healer of humble hearts and family alike,
For we are all like-minded children under God in this very night.
As we wash away our tears and look upon you in your moment of serenity.
Deepened and held steadfast as you rise up towards divinity.

For many suns and many moons you fought for what was right.
And even in your frail tender age you didn't surrender the fight.
You continued with deep, heartfelt, loving persistence.
As your children orbit around the galaxy of your existence.

So here I stand now court-jestering infinity.
As we join together to show you our humility.
May you now watch over us, vigilant of our growth and our health.
So that we may push forward in this mortal coil to find our own self.

Foreign Revelation

His mind sprawled out in the closet of his mind.
Bewildered by the things that happen overtime.
Though his shoulders bore a modest weight.
He placed unhealthy trust on the Wheel of Fate.

And yet the cascade of darkness came crashing down.
It threatened to stain the honest color of his renown.
Facing it all at once, the worst of it has yet to come.
The boy stood his ground for Revelation had just begun.

And the coming storm burned like white-hot embers of flame.
Purgatory was not kind about cleansing his once-honest name.
Yet how could he argue against the force unknown to humanity?
The very sight of its galactic visage bent his own morbid sanity.

Still the Archons tampered with the spirit of an honest man.
Torturing it with the various things it would dare not stand.
It was all completely something out of the ordinary.
Configured into being something increasingly scary.

But like all things, the pain had finally come to an end.
For his captors seemed to approach the final bend.
The boy's name was then scratched off a list.
And it was forever denied that aliens do exist.

To Divinity and Back Again

So easy is it to believe the worst of those in the unknown
But still they allowed me to go and do it all on my own.
Those who warned me were right and I was wrong.
They beheld in sadness as she led me right and along.

Life seemed as simple as waking to the morning sun.
Lukewarm times where everything was simple fun.
And yet fights were scattered like fingers playing the flute.
Sins committed being worse than Eve and the Forbidden Fruit.

The traps she set sprang at the cost of all that made me smile.
As I sought refuge from Little Moses at the bank of the Nile.
For to whom did I owe my true allegiance in these troubled times.
I wished to pledge myself to a Messiah who would forgive my crimes.

Everything in the past makes my eyes well up with tears.
To clip it short like rows of maize with a crude set of shears.
Quite frustrating that those who deserve it, cannot embrace the truth.
That to the very end of the conflict I waged war with all but nail and tooth.

I was aware that no mortal man of this world knew the perfect dance.
And so willing was I to give foolish queens all but never a second chance.
For since I never gave in, I was promised that my destiny would come year-round.
So on Wings of Fire, I would take to the skies where the Divine King was crowned.

Though I was happy in the sky as I left a divine trail of red,
I grew homesick and decided to live as a mortal man instead.
So I clipped the wings of fire from my back and buried them sometime in June.
And from the soil emerged a sign to all that my glorious return shall be soon.

Man From Mars

He came from the red planet known as Mars.
Draped in a patterned cloak of cosmic stars.
In a comet called down alongside the rain.
Forecast to be seen by the eyes of the insane.

No one wanted to hear of what brought him down.
And history rewrote itself on the neon grids of town.
It spoke of the government's dirty secrets of war.
How the swine tortured their prisoners behind the door.

Of ideas on how to bring unreal peace back to the city.
While preteens were saying vulgar words such as "shitty."
And he had seen them for what they were.
Insults ranging from the tease to the racial slur.

The man began to wonder if the end was soon.
So he posed an inquiry to a child on the world's doom.
And tears filled the eyes of the boy.
For in this world there was no longer joy.

The corruption of officials and ignorant liars.
Forced upon the land in the form of raging fires.
The man from Mars sought for the sad truth.
For his unrealistic vision of peace needed proof.

Dawn's twilight grew faintly for the impending day.
As swine patrolled the streets, fugitives ran away.
Their cruelty was sharp as the lashings they suffer.
It made the tolerance of the pig that much tougher.

Who would save them, people of the street?
A phone call monitored by radio was their only treat.
They quivered as they hailed the free men over the sea.
Chained up in a city where there was not a single tree.

And so the man from Mars devised a grand plan.
To solve the problem he must sacrifice a cosmic man.
So it would have to be he, who fell from the sky.
The people who loved him all but wondered why.

Back to whence he came so the plan set in motion.
Turned the streets to grass, the toxic into ocean.
The pigs squealed at the loss of their precious fountains.
And the free people rejoiced as buildings turned to mountains.

Invoked by the death of the man from Mars.
For today the free people see him along the stars.
Because perhaps he was or was not dead.
So long as his home planet was painted red.

Crystal Clear

I've always wanted to fly.
No rhyme or reason why.
At night I leave my bed.
Feeling alone and unfed.

The fire between us crackles on.
The bridge remains never gone.
Not hungry, I hear a sound.
Yet nobody is even around.

I was certain that nobody was there.
Yet I felt like it was casting a piercing stare.
I was the only person in this home.
Yet this intruder wouldn't leave me alone.

So I turned around to the attack.
But all I saw was a veil of black.
Looking back at the nothing I had.
Was I honestly that lonely and sad?

So I closed the fridge and reached out.
Witnessing that blackness as my final bout.
I lay back down and rest my little head.
But nobody was there to meet me in bed.

The thoughts of companionship consummate my mind.
But since I was the only one without it, I was in a bind.
It's sickening and it makes me pale.
When did my heart become so stale?

Eulogy of the Soldier

I am the curious doom bringer.
So too my vicious dead ringer.
Fooled into believing I'm in a state of ease.
I take a shotgun to all and kill as I please.

In the blackest name of justice artificial.
I do away with beauty and the superficial.
Bodies drop as spirits take their leave.
Call me back because now I can't breathe.

Destruction is my one and only name.
Reflection only makes me more insane.
Fascist individuals make their presence known.
Shocked are they to see how much I've grown.

There's a flaming bridge between the buried and me.
Pretending I'm overreacting and the same are we.
They write me off as simple yet very flawed.
And I write back 'Where is your fucking God?'

So I ran through those searing flames.
Reloading the gun and firing the blames.
My flesh ignited and melted away.
As I once again became the stray.

The bridge collapsed from beneath my feet.
And there my body laid out there on the street.
I rose to my feet, glad that I wasn't dead.
I looked out and saw a trail leading ahead.

Dona Domine

You didn't care about me in the end.
One tragedy didn't even make the final bend.
Drug dealers were your escape from reality.
Your blood was evil long before antiquity.

Not a single mind to make it last.
While I suffered, you had a blast.
You shattered my bonds to my savior.
In the end it all worked in your favor.

You chased me down to Rough Divide.
Lied to me in an effort to coincide.
But my eyes are open to your poisonous lips.
While I slept you were enjoying your acid trips.

I pretended to be okay with that very part.
I never expected you to rip out my big heart.
You sabotaged my effort to live a new love.
And yet I foolishly blamed it on God above.

I wish I never met you so I could be a happy man.
At the same time I should thank you for where I stand.
Where you end up, time will only tell.
For now I smile knowing you'll go to Hell.

A Day Long Gone

Amounting to everything we took to blame.
I brought warmth to our freezing cold name.
Winter's blizzard paled our skin and blued our lips.
I never did take the time to appreciate our long trips.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be mercifully tried and true.
But I was put here to fight demons for me and you.
The demons came at me with their fire and claws.
They cut me open and revealed I had their flaws.

And slowly I too became the demon I tried to kill.
But eventually I got sick and tired of Satan's will.
I turned on the demons I stood beside.
I gave them one hell of a bloody ride.

They pointed me proclaiming me to be a heretic.
I laughed saying that I'm just a boy named Nick.
Angrier, they descended upon me full speed.
Oblivious to their wants and their greatest need.

I forgot many things in this rut of disastrous fashion.
But I didn't forget to befriend, I didn't forget passion.
These soles were made to walk on water.
Forged by Jesus, son of God almighty father.

Snap back to reality, I'm just boy in bed.
Hanging back with my friend Forever Red.
Eyes still heavy and it's not even dawn.
I smile and put if off for a day long gone.

The Heart Forsaken

Why then, o my God, have you abandoned me?
Was it not enough I contain myself in sobriety?
I remember the feeling of loss.
As you nailed me to the Holy Cross.

At first you requested the removal of my ears.
So that in the end, I'm the one who no longer hears.
I experienced the pain of a quiet life in solitude.
A life with nothing but myself without water and food.

You then requested the removal of my eyes.
So that I no longer see the coming demise.
I was unable to see and had to rely on smell.
But by now I felt only like that of an empty shell.

You requested the removal of my legs and arms.
So that I was finally a man with no good charms.
I was unable to move, see, or hear.
I couldn't tell the far from the near.

You then requested the removal of my heart.
I agreed because I felt we were already apart.
But I didn't feel a thing when you took.
And I was under the impression I forsook.

But I placed my chin on my chest.
For the thumping that would suggest.
My heart remained in its cavity.
Even though I lost sense of gravity.

I asked you to destroy me, God.
But you took everything with a nod.
And you told me that if I was smart,
Then I'd learn to perceive with my heart.

Miracles

Miracles performed are daily provisions.
As I read independent submissions.
I request a tribunal garden.
Embracing all that is golden.

As I lay my head upon their laps.
He disarmed his deadly traps
Though I can't feel their immaculate presence.
I take hold of appreciation's essence.

Miracles happen to us everyday.
But this miracle is here to stay.
They come forth and bow their heads.
As we sift through primes and insteads.

Introduced to an age fit for eyes above.
Ending the age for the push and shove.
Miracles don't happen for everyone.
For they are only the things I've done.

Healing Lessons

I can picture your face on the other side.
While I spoke of my personal rules to abide.
Knowing you, I probably tapped your heart.
For the first time in weeks I did my part.

I'll remember your love and your face.
But it's over and I can't take it to space.
I'm doing great, but I remember you.
I'm never lying, I speak only the truth.

I swear I'm happier than ever right now.
I changed myself followed by a solemn vow.
This brave new world will do me just fine.
And thus I am here smiling as I rhyme.

I'm not gonna say thank you nor sorry.
I'll stand tall before things get too awry.
I'm a changed man but I didn't forget my passion.
So let's watch the world change in an orderly fashion.

Little Emperor

And the angels cast their smiles down on the boy.
Giving him the decision to create or to destroy.
And there the boy continued to meditate and pray.
For all he wanted was the pain and agony to go away.

"Angels!" He shouted out in sudden resolution.
"Today we take our stand and demand revolution!"
The angels looked at each other in sullen worry.
They took their spears, and flew off in a hurry.

Ages whisked by in a wide array of exchanges.
And the world celebrated for better changes.
Many angel wings were clipped during the fight.
It was a necessary loss to finally make things right.

The little emperor continued to pray.
His angels were once fighting everyday.
I met that emperor out by the raging sea.
And there he bestowed his crown upon me.

Darkest Angel

So wounded and yet so very young and pure.
But very bizarre in the mind to be sure.
She is the one who mended my slashed ankle.
She is the one whom they call the darkest angel.

The undead legions could fall against woman and man.
But consulting her would give us an ideal final stand.
She's not afraid to cut down zombies with her blade.
She's not afraid to make the pain inside my heart fade.

She appeared before me grinning like a lion.
She was the first to recognize me as a scion.
Though I cannot see her, I could feel the warmth of her hand.
Though I cannot feel her, I see her face in the grains of sand.

Darkest angel, will you continue to watch over me?
Darkest angel, will you cut my chains and set me free?
Darkest angel, we will anticipate the end of all my pain.
Darkest angel, we will bring color back to my honest name.

Galaxia Messiah

A nail hammered to each of my hands.
A new poetic rhyme to appease my fans.
The earthlings nodded at the sight of me upon the cross.
Sanded so neatly and finished with lacquer gloss.

The Martians didn't believe what they saw.
The denizens of Neptune awaited their call.
Venus looked upon me with her brother.
While Jupiter was simply one another.

Uranus was facing towards my death.
While Mercury was running out of breath.
Pluto walked away in tired, selfish envy.
While Saturn placed his ring upon me.

When we reached the Sun, he looked in despair.
Horus looked onward, dreaming of miraculous repair.
Tasking three men and a girl with taking me down.
So life's leaves were green instead of withered brown.

They reached out and touched my face.
I began to feel my old heart race.
The feeling in my body came full circle.
As I saw bizarre traces of blue and purple.

They're doing all that they can to make me smile.
There will be no arrest, there will be no trial.
One will ask because I still have so much to give.
I can't spend my life waiting forever just to live.