He Who Suffers

Gone are the days of constant struggle.
Gone are the days of deadly trouble.
Gone are the days I look over my shoulder.
Gone are the days I lift their heavy boulders
Gone are the days stood under skies no longer blue.
Gone are the days where dreams just don't come true.
Gone are the days I'm molested with wasteful plot.
Gone are the days that will eventually be forgot.

Now are the days of my true salvation.
Now are the days of awesome foundation.
Now are the days I face forward.
Now are the days of eternal reward.
Now are the days the sun shines over green valley.
Now are the days the dreams are my modus operandi.
Now are the days I am no longer he who suffers.
Now are the days that her and I are lovers.

Shotguns For Lunch

Answers are inches from my face.
Irony all over the world set in place.
So the rich man broke his back setting new plans.
Going off like fucking time bombs set in foreign lands.

Promote anger to all those in check.
While soldiers avoid fire, "hit the deck!"
Wandering scavengers will loot the area wrought with fire.
Like the parasites called humans when severed from the wire.

We pretend God'll punish them all.
But it didn't exactly happen last Fall.
We hiss and boo when our soldiers piss on the hands of prisoners of war.
Yet we don't give a rat's ass when we witness terrorist blood and gore!

Ready or not, it's happening for some.
Apocalypse here we fucking come!
Reality is the bane of all those people too poor to overcome its deadly crunch.
While rich tyrants are fat and happy, warriors only have shotguns for lunch.

The man upstairs ignores the call for peace.
While the Church is SO busy ordaining the priest.
I can't imagine how many times a soul proclaimed 'Not like this' in dying breath.
Not when Earth's reality is much worse than divorce's kiss of bittersweet death.

Paradoxial Rhyme

Last night we made a given choice
Cry forever or momentary rejoice?
In the morning we put these on.
In the evening we take these off.

Each of us walked in silent tandem
Forsaken voices of the memorandum
Morning sun show me things astray.
Evening darkness take it all away.

For all choices a consequence occurs
Each choice an angel or devil concurs
But while we think about what the words mean
People are suffering as shown on the Exhibit 13

The words are powerful and true
More so important than me or you
So consider for a moment your new pairs of shoes.
And think about the suffrage not shown in news.

I miss them all and their smiling faces.
They miss me in solitary saving graces.
Little children who run and play without worry.
No nightmares of destiny nor dreams of glory.

Aeons ago, history folds and unfolds
Facing reality of all the news and olds.
Long ago, mankind was deathly afraid of Chickenpox
But here and today, history only abhors a paradox

Lines of Sand

Then of course it did.
How do we sing these songs?

We sang the night away
Intimidating everybody everyday
Beyond what we knew was true
The outcome came out of the blue

We are no longer her slaves.
The siren song no longer worked on us.

I've become most immune
To those offers of the afternoon
Looking back, I say "No more!"
As I bolt quickly out the door.

I've seen her eyes.
I know her board and many games.

I journeyed off the beach
Out of the siren's accursed reach
But lines of sand remain on the pavement
The leftover of only a poison most fragrant

Blue Moon

Snow falls all around me in Winter
Swept away leaves of the hinter
All around me is the cake of snow
Inside I discover secrets unknown

When I'm with you I cannot remember
The toils and troubles of last December
One day I wear orthodontic braces
Today I think of romantic spaces

I sit there calmly on the ledge
I crane my head over the edge
Looking up at the moon I howl with loud shrill
Accompanied by the solstice of Winter chill

Going down the stairs of eternity
Every step the others lost verity
When I hit the floor level I feel that snow again
And all at once I remember how bitter life was then

I smile as my new life comes to embrace me
Cherry blossoms fell again from that one tree
So we hold hands and walk away
Thus is the reality of a stray

Nightfall Arrived

From the cities plagued with rebel insurgency
To the village where there's no currency
Thrown away into the river wide and deep
Brought down from the sky where gods sleep

Taking a break when the clock strikes six
Fools on street corners envy each others' fix
Some pay the fortune of honest cash
Others fall to their knees for dishonest splash

There walks the women who plays with her hair
The honorable driverby pretends she's not there
There stalks the shady man who folds his coat
The dishonorable one plants his knife in the throat

I am disgusted by the acts and trade of the night
But to many they are what makes things so right
One day maybe it'll all be okay and society's at its prime
But for now they sit back and enjoy the bounty of a dime

When the sun rises and the people are long gone
What remains is the remnant of an old line drawn
As daylight shone we all sing and rejoice that we survived
But it fell to careless candescence when nightfall arrived

Future Perfect

Nights of time spent in dark rooms, glowing television
We are now old enough to make well-drawn decision
We cuff our hands and do away with worry
We press lips and the TV begotten so blurry

So long as night exists we only have another
Again is 'sleep time' spent beneath the covers
My breathing has never been so hard
As I feel you in evermore close regard

Sun and moon will never be at battle again
We'll remember such days way back when
It was in giving that we received
To combat times that we were deceived

The part came where the planets align
As such we gave so much space and time
Rewarding is our love almost too true
For the future perfect I love only you

Pitchforks

Putting feet into the pedal speeding away
Hiding behind selfish lies that led people astray
Sowing seeds of fabrication into the population
Leaving no promise answered with confirmation

Plead with me babe, because no one will
Give a funnel for my bleeding heart to fill
No inclusions of safety for the common man
I stop and wonder who stayed and who ran

One day that king will simply be shot by brother
For the freedom of his people and all who suffer
Everyday is the day of sweat and crudest toil
But someday everyone's blood will come to boil

We cannot help but look at every fool alive
Without slapping similarity of why we thrive
One thousand lies bought; and truths sold
Wishing that that it was earlier that we were told

Dimension Zero

Ultrasounding out the things beyond what our eyes perceive
Cutting out the hemorrhaging blight behind walls of grace
It is in new ultimate giving that we are ever bound to receive
When it's almost all over we join together in sweet embrace

The eclectic tear pulls us into places we never like to see
But given no choice we are left to fight in unfamiliar places
Very few things stand between lifelong lovers such as we
As we journey through the foggy ruins of wide open spaces

Take a souvenir because there's no coming back to this
This wicked place does not deserve good people like we
We're challenging the void in the midst of howl and hiss
We don't like it here because it just isn't the place to be

A long time ago something kept me there since first dawn
And the answer back then is just the same as for now
Nothing can ever leave me if I'm already long, long gone
I live today for what lies ahead forevermore unexplained how

Fear Not

When the sun goes down and the moon hangs high
'Round and all around the clock we lovingly fly
Embracing dreams about the Great Passing
Creating answers to questions we planned on asking

Fear not, for I am ever-so watchful and vigilant
Never before have either of us felt so significant
And yet here we dot the skies in fantastic grace
Circling to meet one another so I could see your face

Never minding the anthems of past evil and distaste
Reviving an age where time moves in extreme haste
Living for the moment and vision of roof-to-roof
And finally our love no longer has a need for proof

Hours become minutes, minutes become seconds
Wherefore it takes weeks for me to forge legends
We touch down and together we watch the sunrise
And as you sleep, I only wish to see your beautiful eyes.

Great Eternity

Shards of glass and shattered boulders
Splintered wood and wounded soldiers
Steelheart, sure, and cunning
This time I feel not like running

Misplaced trust and the falling
Not long ago had I found my calling
Anticipating what will come to be
Another happy spell for you and me

Slicing my way through life's dribbling slime
Finding my path to happiness of all time
No need to panic, I must remain calm
As for you, a kiss to the back of palm

For the actualized value we all seek
For the people we see every week
For the times we've all shared
For the sacrifices we've all spared

We all come alive tonight

Colorless Wreckage

Awakening in fields of black and white.
No grass or trees, only wreckage from the flight.
Picking and heaving through disastrous debris.
Searching feverishly for woman and man free.

Found wallets, suitcases and other leftovers.
Ne'er felt this fucked since the last hangover.
Charred jet remains mark this sad decree.
Still no signs of intelligent life free.

Mementos, gifts, but no corpses of others.
No sons, no daughters, no fathers, no mothers.
I thought now that everyone stood and took walks.
Since all that remained was debris and dusty rocks.

Giving up in this grayed dream I run.
I survived -- therefore today is done.
Sifting further and further away.
The black and white became color today.

Magic

Fear is a thing long since past.
Summer went by way too fast.
Dreams placed underneath our beds.
Soaked in faith of newlyweds.

Fire raised by heart-shaped fans.
Taking love to great, distant lands.
We take our time, lock hands into position.
And tomorrow we return from our expedition.

As life continues, so intensifies our love.
Deepened by oath of sacred turtle dove.
Questioned by fowler, said and true.
Testified by the words 'I love you.'

Ramifications of our love infinite.
They only make that more definite.
Though once plagued by all things tragic.
We look ahead, happy by God's blessed magic.

Ticky-Tacky

Base jumped from the highest distance
Living every moment just for this instance
Gaze at the leader but not his lackey
We're only made of wood glue and ticky-tacky

In the journey of living 'til death
Spoken until we're exhaling dry breath
We pursue that which would make us happy
So that we end up as something less ticky-tacky

Don't fall upon senseless judgment, be my guest.
Waiting 'til tomorrow dressed in Sunday best.
Breathe... and new life comes from then.
See... and we'll sing together once again.

Back then I taught the guilty but true
Today I sit in class right beside you
Lessons of life are growing ever wacky
As we dust off old photos of ticky-tacky

Ticky-tacky, tacky-ticky
Even if life is sometimes tricky
Forget the right once, and remember the wrong
Ticky-tacky itself doesn't last all that long

Sapphire

Stars dot the skies with intimate subtleness and glee
The wind pours over the grass arousing it until free
Children converge on the flame in song and dance
So am I there sitting cross-legged in a deep trance

Placing freedom before all in this windy fest
Simple drab and moccasins are the Sunday best
Adults come together and join their children this night
So am I there smiling in joy and flying a handmade kite

Questions are finally answered for all to hear
Answers are also questioned to quell definite fear
Philosophy spreads like the roots of the oldest tree
So am I there praying to the merciful God blessed be.

At the rise of dawn and the children sleep
A guitar is heard in ever so gentle weep
And beside the children embraced husband and wife.
So am I there holding close the very love of my life.

Daylight

At the break of dawn the children will play
At the break of dawn in God's name we pray
At the break of dawn everyone will be called friend
At the break of dawn we will share tales at world's end

At the break of dawn quiet will be the new loud
At the break of dawn parents will all be proud
At the break of dawn doctors will finally be free
At the break of dawn hands will reach out to me

At the break of dawn sunlight will kill the storm
At the break of dawn peace will become the norm
At the break of dawn I will go forth and save the homeland
At the break of dawn I will tell tales that turn lives to sand

Black Diamond

Sifting through sands of what we want most
Most humans in despair turn quietly to Holy Ghost.

These days I have to wash my hands clean
From time I violently ripped away all the filth I'd seen.

Eruption; shards of steel scatter in the distance, away farther
Corruption; I only walk away atop the surface of ocean water

Upon the shore, like a rocket I fire off into the sky
I close my eyes as all laws of nature fail to comply

Burst out of the clouds with untruthful grace.
It is even from up here I could see your face.

Radiant lights from all directions on me converge
The darkness of my past fires off at the sea only to submerge

And with nothing left to cling or latch onto,
I take leave of the sky and submit myself to you.

Paradise

Forsaken far and furthermore below the jet stream
A place from which Saint Anne can only dream
Eyes shut and fists closed in anticipation of resurrection
Believing only then will she find her sense of perfection

I thrust a hand through the frostbit barrier of ice,
Clenching the outer rim, I pray for bits of paradise.

Her eyes opened and she reached back out.
In surprise I retracted my arm filled with doubt.
For the time all at once, the world turned to me.
Eyes from all directions stared me down silently.

At once I remembered the opposite of love isn't hate.
And I know that you are addicted to the perceived fate.

A cesspool of memories that were ever so forgotten by the fool,
Instead used as a weight for training the ability to keep one's cool.
Unable, unwilling for dishonorable shortcuts to fate's plan, I walked astray.
I will decide then to earn my paradise some other how -- some other way.

Aquamarine

Of times where we never knew right and wrong
The calendar pages ripped away all night long
Knotting around days we'd never known
As we recognize the dark seeds we've sown

I stood there at the beachhead.
No sadness, no signs of dread.

Casting my topaz eyes out at the cascade.
I close them in remembrance of your aid.
Blessing the soreness with purifying hold.
A soothing feeling regrettably never growing old.

I've seen the source and held it in my arms.
And it blasts my senses like no other alarm.

I woke up in a daze the very morning after the storm.
My twig-like digits ran through brown locks of dragonborn.
Whether they were mine or not, I cannot remember.
The last time was only back in yesteryear's November.

The Autumn wind briskly noted the trees' apathy.
Whence humanity looked at nature with sympathy.

When tragedy strikes, the senses are very attuned.
Tears hit the floor, light on fire, and life is resumed.
Ultimately I come back to the bittersweet reality that binds my hands.
With something to live for, I join yours and escort you to the holy lands.

Prism

It a was day where it was easier to hold a hand once in a while
Tracing a finger across a soft cheek and extract a warm smile
To walk along the parkway with soft brown eyes to meet
For the embrace of a beautiful human soul ever so sweet

I have been there.

Looking into deep eyes to see the pure soul
Drawing upon power to fulfill a newer role
The Phoenix can be very judgmental in its candidates for rebirth
It favors not the people that, only in aimless wander, find hearth

I was once chosen.

Today I realize that in colors I find things true
Black and white belying only the distorted hue
When the tide finally succumbs to gravity and finally starts to rise
It will be I who stands there, cupping bloodied hands against my eyes

Hope's Birth

Kept here too long I cannot wait much longer
Not here long enough to become any stronger
We come together joining hands briefly for tonight
We anticipate the time that we fight the good fight

The bond separated and now they've gone so far astray
We lost our grip and quickly the jetstream took us away
I see the face of angels with smiles and cherubic dimples
My friend, the face of devils frowning, clad in crude pimples

With tears wetting my cheek I clutch my chest
My friend the same way, she shot for the west
In deaf screams I threw out my wings and took a pen
I brought them close and wrote myself a poem once again.

I folded my wings in the end at the fall of sun and birth of night.
But unable to sleep, I spread the wings wide and took flight.
These eyes fell upon the earth in search of my friend.
Now and forever I will seek that hand until bitter end.

Umbra

Without the desire or the will to be erased,
He will testify all the troubles he ever faced.
Attired in a dress of darkness and pale skin
She will invoke the light and goodness within.

Akeo didn't know what to do or say
He knew that he would see her anyway
Akina was paralyzed with anticipation
She knew all too well her new relation

He dreamed the ominous dreams of revelation
They were dark, gloomy, and void of admiration.
She dreamed the sweet dreams of familiarity
They made her cringe and smile in celerity.

When the cries closed in to the gates only minutes remain
It was the end of the world as the cloud exploded into rain.
Splinters were split as the bloodthirsty invasion spilled quickly inside
A tear formed in the pit of Akina's eye before Akeo's opened wide.

Achlux

Come now Horus and give way to dawn.
Strike 5 AM where the line is drawn.
Fast-forwarding, we experience equally the runes active change
How can something so beautiful turn out so exotic and strange?

The bugs and doves have stopped flying around me
Replaced are they by raven and the beasts of Galilee
Off in the distance I set my gaze and make a final demand.
In the hopes of their will being delivered by blessed God's Hand.

Where I will trade the broad daylight and travel far in pox and ill.
Unbeknown that I am the very chosen one to invoke God's Will.
Will you be there to hold me through the dark?
Just like the prophet Moses and your Son before you?

My Lord do not be quick or hasty to forsaken me.
For in your blessed gift of nature I kneel blissfully
You gave me the gift of life and I shall use it
For my father, into your hands -- I commend my spirit.

Forget Everything and Remember

The rainfall struck against the floor
Cherry blossoms fell like none before
180 we see what we left behind
360 in realization we cannot rewind

Threads of velvet marked the spot
Wondrous deeds Peter only forgot
Simon asked the Messiah what was wrong
To the floor Jesus took 12 men strong

Unfinished are the deeds of friends today
Becoming the enemies locked in the fray
Close your eyes and think for the better
And forget -- forget everything and remember

Alteration

At the end of man where all things come true
I will be at the feet of the god worshiped by you
In my arms I bear questions about human life and mystery
Celebrating at the feast quoting the end of history

It is a peaceful land in the sky
Senses tingle in loss of the question 'why.'
The angelic chorus echoes softly in our ears
Ending regression, replacing malice with cheers.

Wondrous glory rests around us in every wall
Attributed by the majestic presence I now draw
This land exists somewhere out there in the land
Remaining now is for the gods to somehow meet this very demand.

Struggle

While vapors of hope all weigh thin
Whoring fiends hide corruption within.
Solidifying ice are labors of yesterday.
Personified into breakers in every way.

The wind flows blocked by existence
Here we stand as its singular resistance
The wind is but a faint reminder and tribute
The momentary lapse over the peace we refute.

Tongues of fire seek oxygen for vengeance
The scraps of old are cast on its benevolence

I have seen them.

Bits and pieces of unsold scripts thrown
Some things humanity will never have known
In a fit of rage King David would only hope to agree
But fear not my friends for I am you and you are me.

Arrival

I'll be there when the grass grows tall and green once again
I'll be there for the time we only have to count to ten
I'll be there at the bottom when we are united as one
I'll be there after humanity realizes the harm its done

I'll be there counting the days up to infinity
I'll be there standing at the death of impunity
I'll be there questioning why peace came now and not before
I'll be there whispering the glorious secrets of evermore

I'll be there to see the blaze of the morning sun
I'll be there dancing in the moonlight having fun
I'll be there standing on the very peaks of mountains high
I'll be there at the very sound of the Raven's cry

I'll be there following the people who leave and never return
I'll be there spreading the knowledge of the wise so you learn
I'll be there to extinguish all the fiery embers of spites and fears
I'll be there holding you close and softly brushing away your tears

Small Words

Of times where sticks and stones were no instruments of the fowler.
When they were merely offerings shown to bring pain upon another.
When I bend backwards in bitter reprieve,
it is the truth of living that I achieve.

Where bitter rivals return for white hot revenge on behind days.
For when they turn to me in strange lands where I meet their gaze.
Will you, my friends, family, and allies be there by my side?
For strict rules and laws which we should all abide?

When serenity is lost and all things nutritious to the mind break free.
Who will be there to comfort me?
By what mandate does the serpent roam in search of thee?
Tell me Adam, and tell me now... will you eat the fruit from that forbidden tree?

Phase IV

In this wake of mid-dusk, I find myself
assuming the dying breath at the spire of this.
Cheerio, silhouette of the assassin free,
death to you and death to me.

St. Jude's echoes fall on deaf ears,
ears long since severed by he.
Freedom fighters assume the worst
while here I dance in the face of the moon's pale grin

Lateral distance for the actions' angles
Purifying devils, tainting angels.
Returning to the twilight, a place with no sight
A place where balance prevails over all.

Senseless actions for senseless purpose
Blinded by the flash of a serenade's whisper
The blood of a siren is thicker than human flesh
Spattered over the test of man.

Days

It humbles me to this very day
Why mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles and all who apply
Would allow their daughters to outfit themselves in such a way.

I remember days long-since past.
When guardians and knights rode so fast.
Sweet and fair maidens ridden with curiosity.
Should they be seen lower than man, they receive apology.
The long beautiful dresses they wear.
So beautiful they'd cause any man to stare.
Fallen are those days.
Mysterious days.
Magical days.
Stranger days.

Today people pride themselves on fashion
Losing dignity and losing all passion.
I wish I knew those days.
Where modesty caught the most prominent gaze.

Where Dragons Fly

I was thinking that perhaps it's that one time where the worlds meet up and discuss the fall of man.

Stars align and warlords rally their troops for the time when the Universe turns on itself.

Galaxies from all across the leylines of the Universe will meet up.

And we will finally know what it's like to fight against ourselves.

I dream of a time when people no longer have to fight.

When man respects woman

And woman respects man

When creatures no longer deserve to be slaughtered

When creatures no longer slaughter man

Of a time when we no longer pollute our fair skies

Of a time when we can see the stars at night

I dream of a time we can sleep

I dream of a time where we no longer need to look over our shoulders

But this dream is only a lie

For no longer is this a place where dragons fly