Monday, August 31, 2009

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.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

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.



Friday, August 21, 2009

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.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

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.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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.

Friday, August 14, 2009

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.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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.

Monday, August 10, 2009

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.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Man on the Moon

Gravity pulled him back ever so slowly on this sphere.
Hard as he tried he couldn't make gravity disappear.
Sick of the people branding him a problem kid.
Sick of the people who lied just to damage his id.

Watching the earth crumble from his home.
Dreading the sight of everything he's known.
Though he missed it all dearly, he got himself some help.
Of course he wasn't lazy, his life remains upon the shelf.

He's the man on the moon.
You will learn to meet him soon.
He's a man living in space.
Just a plain male rugged face.

He has a new life ahead of him on this wicked cool colony.
He'll make the most of his new life in this torn up economy.
Spacemen know the truth and it follows them to the end.
This spaceman prepared himself to once more descend.

Spacesuits, life supports, food packs, he's an astronaut.
Lasers, spaceships, jetpacks, not a thing he ever forgot.
Rose against the alien menace, they saw a hero on the sand.
And everyone knew that they owed very much to this one spaceman.