Children of the Glacier

And the warrior put down his blade, allowing that empty spot in his chest invade his soul.

For being subjected to the cruel life he brought upon himself and losing track of his goal.

People watched as he kneeled down with a craned head and began to break down in tears.

Because nobody cared that his heart was broken as the moment of truth grew ever so near.

I was that warrior, my friends;

tried, true, but never loved again

Because nobody really knows of what the warrior is deserving.

Together everyone brought about his vexing unnerving.

Those who don't care may very well do but play the pretender.

They wait for the very moment that the warrior may surrender.

But I will never give up children -- whose eyes are my ears of the night.

Instead I consider alternatives -- I will never give up this brutal fight.

And dot my lines, foul demon that manifests itself in love.

In the name of the lord, I will bring down a hammer from above!

You are the serpent who will destroy my very soul.

You are fighting a warrior who has yet to become whole.

And I have the tools of strength, mind, and guile to defeat you, wicked beast.

And in the very end I swear that bread will be broken at the very last feast.

We will celebrate in the midst of fire, song, technics, and dance.

And that will be the day where I am perhaps given one more chance.

But nobody ever forgets you demon, because even in death your work is done.

You prevent the mind from ever thinking pure of me for simple afterliving fun.

Though you have not been properly banished from this realm, I will return to fight.

Age after age I will continue to correct all my wrongs and make everything right.

Because who are you to haunt my life and inflict eternal suffering, you disgusting creature?

If there was a simple way to destroy you now and forever, it would be a highlighting feature!

So once again I brandish against you my blade of frost.

We will do battle and again I will be forever lost.

But I will smile knowing that one thing is true.

That I fought with all my skill to destroy you.

All my allies will celebrate my annual victory.

As my soul may perhaps ascend into divinity.

And when I return, the world will be free from the doom gazer

So stay the course, beautiful children of the glacier.

Prison Break

I traveled in darkness for over two years.
I sweat and I toiled in my own damaged fears.
Then I found out that I was only a disposable drone.
Imprisoned like a slave in my very own home.

I remember those days like they were just yesterday.
There I sat in my cell a drugged mess wasting away.
It was the highlight of my life as a foolish teen.
Until my saviors arrived in black masks and gasoline.

Everything was hazy and my brain was fried.
And just then my rescuers woke me up inside.
They told me who I was and detoxified my senses.
Told me to keep running and to jump the fences.

I reached my sanctuary but took one last look at my former prison.
I set ablaze that dreadful place and watched as the flame had risen.
With closure I turned around -- again I started to run.
For now my slavery is over -- now is the time for fun.

Forever Red

I wrote the scripts until my fingers bled.
Turned all my papers a most crimson red.
And that's when I came up with a plan.
For that color was, like me, a lonely man.

So I went to the pit and grabbed my paint.
The fumes were strong enough to make me faint.
But I gave the gift of friends to that very red.
Because loneliness is something I always dread.

Greens, yellows, cinnabars, and viridians.
Blacks, blues, and shining obsidians.
You will never be alone here, Forever Red.
We are all friends here and now instead.

I woke up the next morning in a strung out mess.
Swallowed another bar to alleviate my stress.
I went back to my room to catch a nap in my bed.
Laying there beside me was my new friend, Forever Red.

N-Zone

The lighthouse is the only light I can see.
As this ship collapses from under me.
I stand level yet the ship leans more and more.
Beguiled am I as people slide past me to shore.

The sky turned gray and I watch my hand.
With a sigh it melted away much like sand.
The sky turned blue and the ship blasted off into space.
Never before had I witnessed such exotic grace!

Welcome, Nicky boy to the N-Zone.
Here you will find things that rattle the bone!
Where things like being fat are beautiful and pretty.
And delicious cake illuminates the colorful city.

Don't worry about your heart my dearest boy!
Because it is in your care like a child's greatest toy!
Jump on the train to the reaches of the cosmos.
Star beneath planet slips in between twilight osmose.

It is here where your wildest dreams never end!
Don't come alone little hero, bring along a friend!
People will think you're on drugs but those are only people.
Jealous of seeing you dancing upon the sugar steeple.

So let your pain wash away with a can of Mountain Dew.
Or enjoy the warmth of a good bowl of chicken stew.
You can come and go as you please, little hero.
So go out there, hit them hard, and divide by zero!

Late Night in Heaven

In the boughs of my divinity.
I beg the clouds for serenity.
Capitalizing on this chance I have to live.
Brotherly love is the solace I have to give.

I awakened and looked around at my home.
Beheld the rapturous scenery in which I now roam.
Until I hear that song my painful heart swells.
After I hear that song the evil no longer dwells.

A tragic hero, I miss the days of old.
Spiteful hours, Pockets lined with gold.
My flesh slowly chips off unveiling my true form.
I play the song preventing evil from being born.

I narrowly escaped death and I am lucky to be here.
This quest has done everything to make my days drear.
So here I lay in solemn loneliness and a blank smile.
At least I know that my problems shall no longer pile.

Save The Queen

Awakened to the tune of the band's play
Discovered by the beam of the sun's ray
Your eyes were opened but prematurely.
The troubles of your past vanished but nearly.

Evil purges from your heart with each passing day.
And the red bard's written works pave the best way.
The road is laden with traps and snares.
And there roams jackals and fierce bears.

The night mother blesses you with her warm embrace.
The day father's light shines upon your beautiful face.
You have a lot going for you, never fear.
Go forth and make it happen, my dear.

And the day you see the stars, it will be shown.
The most precious gift will make itself known.
Fall in beside me and let me touch your hair.
And I promise to cast away evil with my loving care.

The Might of the Pen

I slept off the pain we endured the night before.
Took our hands to each other and ripped and tore.
Yet I somehow see a light beneath all this blood.
And back to back, we cower at the sign of the flood.

I try new things, don't you dare believe that I dislike you.
You take it slow, I won't dare rush to make your sky blue.
But right now is the time for hands and knees.
As I put my head to the floor and hope to please.

For repayment, you asked me what it took.
I hugged your hands, and only asked for a book.
The deed is done and all should be well for us.
But I still fight my personal war on the eleven bus.

I kept running until backed into a corner most dark.
I quivered in fear at the baying of the wolf pack's bark.
With no other weapon to use against their number's might.
I smiled to myself, took a pen, and began to write.

Illuminati

In the shadows of the darkest night.
I am the distant glimmer of the twilight.
King Richard can boast about his "Lionheart."
But I swear my own will not be torn apart.

Of kings, queens, princes, and peasants.
I will bless the masses with my very presence.
All will bow before me for I am the only light.
Because I'm the true arbiter of wrong or right.

So listen to my words, listen to them all.
Resist my claims and you will surely fall!
For I am the one, true, and only judge.
For only fools will hold a lasting grudge.

So let the demons attempt to give me their poison.
By the time they close in, I'm on the horizon.
So join me tonight, blind ones, in my humble abode.
Hallelujah, lock and load.

Unconditional

Tell me your story because I want to know.
Tell me about those scars that you regret to show.
Tell me about how much has changed since day one.
Tell me why you haven't been having that much fun.

Rewrite, rewrite the newest story with me.
Rewrite, split open your scars upon that tree.
Rewrite, tell me why you still feel the same.
Rewrite, as we had fun while Springtime came.

My heart has still not changed all too much.
I promise that our fingers won't even touch.
But smile because it's more fitting for you.
It puts a little color in this hazy shade of blue.

Let us stand back and reflect on our true selves.
Let us dust the lint off those very old shelves.
Let us come together but not too close.
Let us enjoy and cherish what we love most.

The words came so very late.
The words lined up six to eight.
The words are hollow in a world void of us.
The words are solid in a cause that is just.

I cannot do anything about what I still feel.
We've come so very far and sealed the deal.
I cannot lie for what I speak is so very true.
Because the fact to the matter is I still love you..

Nick

These things take time, but you're tired of waiting.
Your presence in this sad world is slowly fading.
I'm sorry that yet again you failed me, my love.
You were the boy who was the angel from above.

But all too soon your wings melted in the sky.
The problems were there, yet all you did was cry.
You told me what you wanted me to hear.
But honesty was hidden within your every tear.

Yes Nick, I know you hurt but I'm crying as well.
I found happiness, when you find yours time will tell.
They don't make boys like you anymore.
So long as you keep yourself from kissing the floor.

You're doing good but you have your bad days.
I see it in your empty smile and your hollow gaze.
Please be happy at least tonight for a time.
And know that I'll always be just fine.

I want you to be happy, dearest knight.
At first you will be wrought with fright.
But stay with yourself and find a way through.
And happiness will naturally come over you.

I wish I could say more but it's time for me to leave.
I hope that my words of wisdom instilled sweet reprieve.
Stop running and face your fears.
And you'll feel no more need to shed honest tears.

Knights in Tarnished Armor

We reap the benefits of seeds we're sowing.
In far away lands of long rivers flowing.
Lifting the weeds from the ground, I'm no farmer.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

In spite of the load on my shoulders weighing me down.
I'll take it all like a man, I dare not frown.
They can strip me down to bare truth and honor.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

My armor adorns a wooden figure outside of the fray.
In light of the fact that it still functions, I pray everyday.
To recognize that things these days aren't so bad.
The fact they aren't worse is reason enough to be glad.

Friends told me stories and jokes all funny and ridiculous.
Friends told me "Don't worry we'll be your umbrella, Nicholas."
Enemies said that I was wrong and that I'm only a charmer.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

Yeah he hung with the one with the shining suit.
After all who would want to spend time with this vicious brute?
He can go off on his own and it's a reward he will garner.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

This tarnished armor is the testament of many a battle.
These days it helps me distinguish the true men from the cattle.
So I looked at the wooden figure wearing that wrecked heap of steel.
And I remember that in the depth of my heart, it is happiness that I feel.

Small Talk

It's been a long time since I went to Church.
I look down on the people from the highest perch.
Couples, broken hearts, celebs, all illuminated by neon grids.
The poor, the rich, starving artists, even adults, even kids.

I turned around and lowered my body, taking a knee.
I blink my eyes and those neon lights now shine on me.
Gazing around, I see the people I saw in the distance up close.
My gaze shift to the asphalt upon the lone bud of a rose.

Another turn and I am on a long road in the desert.
As I walked the road I remain calm but also alert.
I travel a thousand changing landscapes on that very endless road.
Couldn't help but know against the concrete scrapes my shoulders' load.

When I reached the frozen ice caps of this path.
I no longer felt heartbreak's deteriorating wrath.
So one more time I turn around, wondering how far I came.
But all at once I would come to discover everything's still the same.

So I started walking in this brand new place.
It felt like I was an alien fresh down from outer space.
When I saw her face it felt like I had not met her before.
No love, no displacement, no more crying out the door.

I had a gift for that girl with beautiful brown eyes.
A gift in exchange for the promise she no longer lies.
I retrieve the rose fresh picked from the sidewalk.
And thus I learn the true value of our small talk.

Hands

We prowled through distant lands both dangerous and not.
Painting portraits of goodness behind every little note I jot.
The painting and the poetry became one in cross-dimensional lands.
They joined together as one not unalike the holding of lovers' hands.

I will not do this by myself because I am but a simple man.
And the problems of the world cannot be solved by simple plan.
I fight like the fiendish beasts of the Nordic mountains.
I fight for the blessed waters running from Poseidon's fountains.

I smirk as the army before me rushes with bloodthirsty cries of war.
I too struck a smirk on my own visage in the fight worth dying for.
The bodies fell one right after another before my savage might.
And for the first time in my life I felt as if I were in literal flight.

The smoke cleared and the cries fell to an abrupt silence.
I let out a sigh of relief hoping there would be no more violence.
A voice called out and commended me in the end.
But all I could think of was joining hands once again.

Daddy's Girl

Wait now and hear me out.
You're so loud, no need to shout.
You left your coat there on the hanger.
It's cold outside, you'll need it later.

Kiss my cheek and I'll kiss yours.
Go to work, ascend those floors.
I think you're working, you go and commit a crime.
And yet you told me you were working overtime.

You unfaithful husband, you're but a thief.
Yet it was I who had to turn your leaf.
But what girl in this generation doesn't date a bad boy?
It's in the papers that you stole all the things I enjoy.

I found it funny you never had a receipt.
I had no idea you were so full of deceit.
But I guess I should have seen it coming.
Every night I felt our love was numbing.

Today we spent the day together.
Under the shadow of fine and bright weather.
It was a full moon above our breaking of the bread.
I washed the dishes especially that one knife that made you dead.

The Shining Red Bard

We cast our eyes upon fingertips soaked in blood.
As the seed that we've sown finally begins to bud.
We turned our backs and allowed the tree to grow.
We took refuge in our respective happy places below.

As I lay here waving a model plane as if it were in flight,
Zeus and Buddha are laughing saying 'What you did was right.'
While I sleep I dream of gold dust and emerald love.
And in the end I find them only in the one true God above.

The ascension to things beyond earthly desires is hard.
But what isn't difficult in the creative works of the bard?
My mission is to make people cry, laugh, smile, and sing.
Never was my intention to make them feel the sharpest sting.

So listen as I write my latest tale of sex, drugs, and rock.
I know many people who do all three but I'd rather just talk.
Perhaps you can relate and perhaps you're such a person.
And I can tell you right now that my own story shall not worsen.