Teeth of the Hydra

Teeth of the Hydra 11/30/2012

Spider webs are not made overnight
And a paralyzed prey
Need not be killed immediately
Drained of blood
Or eaten outright.

The heads of the hydra
Hiss and snap
And the battle seems unwinnable
And submission inevitable.

But we are not prey by nature
And paralysis is a choice
As we slowly succumb
To self delusion.

We are told that resistance is futile
And that the tide is inevitable
As the statistics converge
And the numbers dwindle.

A secret slaughter has started
And numberless are the dead
Murdered while defenseless
To kill the promise
And thin the herd.

But this is not the first time
The man has tilted the scales
And the future is like the past
Doomed to fail again.

A voice cries out
And says the day has come
When one comes before
And another after
The first the lesser
And the second the greater.

The truth has no perspective
And truth has no pride
Larger than their hatred
And larger than their minds.

Come quickly
And do what you will
Because the good suffer
And die on the vine.

My hopes and my prayers
Go upwards from my head
Ascending to heaven
To knock at his door.

The horses are ready
And so are the saints
Armed with immortal truth
And ready to ride.

Silent Smile

Silent Smile 11/29/2012

To be happy
Is to make a choice
But misery comes uninvited
Until we learn
How to love.

To know wisdom
Is to discern
Good from evil
And the truth from lies.

Patience is the hardest thing
That I have ever learned
As hours become days
And weeks become years.

If we could see terror coming
There would be no surprise
The obvious enemy
Charging up our shores.

But evil doesn’t always work
The way it has before
So it will try to still sneak in
Just to even the score.

Hidden in the shadows
And wearing a disguise
Just to get inside
And kill us from behind.

But the sun shall find the problem
And concentrate its rays
Magnified though a glass
Burning away the foolish,
Hateful, and crass.

There are always second chances
And sometime there are more
But nothing is forever
As the knob rattles
And cracks open the door.

The foolish have their time
But even this
Shall come to an end
Over ripe and overwrought
Thunderstruck and dead.

But as for me
I learned to smile
Burning them through
Every time we meet.

The mountains have fallen
And the world spins
Wildly off its axis
But I remain unmoved
And unimpressed.

What is given
Is never earned
And what is taken
Can never be owned.

My smile is warning
And my happiness a flame
Smoldering beneath the surface
And flashing in my eyes.

Now I know
And there is no turning back
Man from memory
Ancient and true.

The good have won
And all is finished
Just around the corner
Secret and sure.

A Righteous Death

A Righteous Death 11/28/2012

In a time of lies
The truth equals rebellion
And in a time of hatred
It pays to watch your back.

People do what they see
And people see what they want
And I can feel it
Every day
And in every way.

Life doesn’t always go as planned
And the world has its own madness
Mindless, horrific
Ignorant and

As a dog senses fear
So does the predator
Stalk his prey
Always looking for something
They can never produce.

If what you worked for is lost
What are you to say
And what are you to do
Nothing but a day dream
All used up
And washed away.

Reclaiming a life isn’t easy
But neither is truth
And many a rebel has been cut
Tortured and killed.

What is persecution
To regret
And what is glory
To a righteous death.

All men die
And all men suffer
But only a few
Will ever know
What it means to lose
And conquer.

Slogging

Slogging 11/27/2012

If I could leave today
Where would I go
And I there ever was a reason
I have already forgotten.

It sure isn’t easy
Walking uphill
With your guts falling out
And your head in your hands.

It kind of makes you think
And makes you second guess
About what matters
And what it is worth.

I am lost
In between lost generations
Drifting in the sea
Rudderless and

I hardly feel a thing
And I can hardly remember when
Back when I felt
And was sure that I knew.

Everything that I loved
Has unwound
Like a ball of yarn
Leaving me tangled
And tied up in knots.

There is no escape
Without pain
And there is no growth
Without loss.

I didn’t think
I was going to make it
And I didn’t think
I would survive.

As one thing became another
And all the walls came down
Leaving me with nothing
And nowhere to go.

But how could we stand
If we knew the future
And who could ever survive
The heartache
And the agony.

For I did not know
What it would feel like
To give away my life
And follow.

The whirlwind has come
And I have reaped a harvest of blood
More bitter than I could stand
And harder than I imagined.

But even though I was buried
And even though I thought I might die
You were there
Every step of the way.

Giving me strength
And giving me hope
Restoring all I lost
And so much more.

Step by step
And day by day
Closer to you
And closer to me.

Plastic Intersection

Plastic Intersection 11/26/2012

The world is like an ant farm
Set up on a table
A universe enclosed in plastic
Transparent and sealed.

We dig our tunnels
From one point to another
And connect them together
Building cities
And furiously striving
To eat and survive.

But our world is flat
And self contained
Enclosed with boundaries
No man can cross.

And there is nothing hidden
And nothing secret
As we struggle
And spin our wheels.

Living in a straight line
All we see
And all we do
From the beginning to the end
Height, width, and depth.

Our times play out
From one end to another
And viewed all at once
From another dimension
We cannot touch.

We can sink in our teeth
And suck out the juices
And carry the dead on our backs
But nothing can change
Who we are
And what we do.

God can tip us over
And God can dump us out
Crushing us at will
Or save us with a finger.

He knew me before
And he knitted my bones together
Loving me before I knew
And loving me anyway.

Dead Reckoning

Dead Reckoning 11/21/2012

Better ask for the check
Because it’s almost time to go
Its getting dark outside
And heads are going to roll.

Nothing ever changes
And some people never grow
Until the lid comes off
And we see who survives
And who will fold.

You can look at the stars
And you can look for the signs
Navigating by satellite
From one place to another.

But if you remember where you started
And if you remember who you are
You can see the difference
And measure the distance.

Stare ahead and see the truth
On the street
And on the computer screen
Screaming out for us to notice
The horror and the loss.

Chaos and brutality
Violence and humiliation
As every last shred of decency
Is attacked again and again.

But this is not the first time
That we have fallen
But this shall be the last time
That the good are murdered.

Nothing is secret
And nothing is forgotten
All of it remembered
Catalogued and stored.

Vengeance is coming
And nothing shall hold it back
Bearing down upon the guilty
And only a step behind.

You can almost feel it building
Beneath the surface
Has the ignorant spew hatred
And laugh and dance.

Their time is coming to an end
And it shall be thorough and complete
With no regrets
And no survivors.

But for those who choose
We shall endure
And we shall win
No matter what we lose.

And all of this
Will make sense
At last, everything will be known
And understood.

All of the suffering and all of the pain
Will be seen for what it was
The growing pains of struggling spirits
On our way to knowledge and wisdom.

Truth will emerge
And devour the world
Silencing all the accusers
Once and for all.

The man who lives as a savage
Is no man at all
Nothing but evil
Answered with a vengeance
Inevitable and sure.

The Gulag

The Gulag 11/19/2012

The Future creeps with every decision
Evacuating the past
And flooding the present
Only to wash us out
Back to where we started.

My thoughts and ideas
Are not new or unique
For everything that is
Has been dreamed before.

I am a container
A sack of flesh and bone
A seat for the soul
And a prison for the spirit.

We experience life
On a field of four dimensions
Trapped in a petri dish
And watched every day.

Free to fumble in the dark
And struggle to survive
But always succumbing in the end
And floating on our sides.

The joke is on us
While we fight and flail
Just keeping our heads above water
And afraid of ourselves.

If we knew our own power
Then nothing could hold us back
Free to make the world over
Any time we wished.

No mountain could block us
And no ocean to separate us
As we knew when to act
And what to do.

Doubt has killed many
And hesitation has made the difference
As we go against our instincts
And shake hands
With the devil.

What glory could we have
If we stood the test
Standing by our children
And never giving up.

If we chose to be happy
With what we have
Instead of always searching
And looking to escape.

Courageous enough to defend
All the blessings we know
Instead of bargaining in our minds
And looking the other way.

Tyranny would never survive
And injustice would fade away
If only we knew
How to say no.

The Fishbowl

The fishbowl 11/16/2012

There is nothing more silent
Than the sky at night
Covering the earth
Like a thick heavy blanket.

I stand and wait
For something to change
Like a comet
Blazing across the sky.

Nothing happens
And nothing changes
Except me
And all that I am.

Time is like a ruler
Laid out on a table
Straight and narrow
Flat and dead.

And I am like a stick figure
Scribbled on the paper
Created out of boredom
In the middle of a day dream.

I live and I learn
But I can never escape
Flattened by gravity
And crushed by the rod.

No longer does the night
Hold any mystery
And no longer do I feel
That I should understand.

I am lonely
And there is no one to blame
Even though I really did try
Because somebody always has to lose
And somebody has to die.

I am not surprised
Because I always knew
That nothing is forever
And everything decays
No matter how well protected
Or loved.

But life goes on
And we give up more
Until we have learned it all
And have nothing left to give.

Only to linger in fevered delrium
As our breathing becomes shallow
Until we gasp like a fish
And die in our bed.

The dead are free
And the dead don’t care
Above and beyond
Smoky and pure.

They see me
Both the beginning and the end
Always struggling
Blind and dumb.

Blazing comets are beautiful
And a burning meteor is surreal
Few and far between
Like love and fury.

But rather they are gifts
To be cherished
And remembered
Beautiful, rare,
Sweet, and pure.

Voices

Voices 11/15/2012

I listened to your voice mail
For two years
Until my old phone died
And it was gone.

Soft and soothing
Sweet and sincere
A memory from far away
And long ago.

I was at the bar
Trying to drink away the pain
When I missed your call
And never heard the ring.

You said you loved me
And it was all I had
After you were gone
And all was lost.

Slit me open
To see how I died
But it is an old wound
That did all the damage

It never stopped bleeding
And sapping my strength
Just as deadly in the end
As it was then.

Something had a hold on me
And I did not know
Or understand
How exactly I should live
And how I should act.

I always loved you
And that will never change
Even though it is wasted
Like water on a rock.

It took me a long time
To get to this place
Where I could be at peace
And feel the difference
Between need, love,
Desires, and pride.

Now I see
Because my eyes are opened
And I will never be the same
As I was then.

I wish so much
That you could see me now
Because I would love you
Ten times better
And never let go.

But soon
Our spirits will fly
Free of gravity
And free of time.

Soaring to great heights
Like eagles
And falling together
With locked talons.

Black Box Coffin

The Dead Box 11/13/2012

There's a crucifix around my neck
And I sleep on a satin pillow
Whispering secrets to the ghosts
That have painted on my arms.

Time passes over
And leaves us behind
Just waiting for the call
That never seems to come.

It’s been a long time coming
And I have been waiting forever
Looking up and watching the clock
Locked up and buried
Inside of a box.

My skin is pale
But my heart is black
Preserved for centuries
And made of dust.

The years pass by
And everything slips away
As inevitable as time
And cold vengeance.

But when the does the day come
When all things are finished
And we have had enough
When we throw off the lid
And rise up.

Imagine if you had no conscience
And imagine if you had no soul
Nothing but a cipher
Filled with hatred
And conceit.

A self serving sociopath
Always insulting and always arrogant
Blaming others
For what you had done.

Willing to do anything
Just to win
And get your way
Unhindered by decency
Or honor.

Taking advantage of the foolish
And the feeble minded
Knowing who to bribe
And where to cheat.

Protected by the blind
And insulated from criticism
Lying every day
And covering up your tracks.

And people are just pawns
To be manipulated and used
Hung out to dry
And left dangle in the flames.

The cut outs will take the blame
And all their secrets exposed
Anything to get your way
And blame someone else.

But even this shall end
Oh yes it will
And sooner than they think
Everything will change.

Its not okay
And its not alright
That the good are murdered
And buried at night.

Liars will lie
And pretend
They are justified
But the truth is the truth
By slaughter or suicide.

I move my hands
And stretch out my legs
Ready to kick off
The dirt and the lid.

Sleepers will sleep
And liars will lie
But the dead shall speak secrets
That only God can know.

The Octopus

The Octopus 11/9/2012

I work in a big building
That has many rooms
Filled with people, computers
And miles of tape.

A many tentacled octopus
Who grows every day
Slipping in through the cracks
To tell us how to live.

It tells us
What to eat
And it tells us
What to think.

Watching every move
And controlling every outcome
Holding many secrets
And never telling the truth.

It is patient and it is quiet
Waiting for the right moment
To take what it wants
Sneaking in to help
And never letting go.

It can tell you what you are worth
And it can tell who you are
Holding nothing sacred
To get what it needs.

The monster is a beast
And it has very sharp teeth
Enough to swallow us whole
Like we never lived at all.

If you want to know what happened
I can tell you that now
The same thing as yesterday
All decided in advance
And all fixed for sure.

It decides what is fair
And it decides what is right
Without any heart
And without any soul.

Born of the world
And made up of men
Unchecked and unbalanced
And hungry for control.

I am a cog
And I am a human
Nothing but a piece
To be used until broken
And thrown away in the end.

Only God can defeat it
And I am sure that he will
Hopefully sooner than later
Completely crushed
Forever.

Whisper Wood Drive

Whisper Wood Drive 11/8/2012

The world is crowded with ghosts
Walking in my footsteps
And snatching at my throat
Trying to trip me up
So they can watch me fall.

In the city they fly
Between the buildings
And up to the roofs
Soaring in and out
And shrieking in the night.

In the country
They hide in the forest
Behind the tree trunks
And in the tree limbs
Silent and black.

I listen for the voices
But they are hard to hear
Those left behind
And those conveniently forgotten.

I wonder what they think of me
And I wonder what they dream
With their blood still on the ground
And their bodies blown to bits.

They are here
And just as real
As you and me
Except they see what we cannot
And so much more.

They see the truth
While we see
What we want
And they see everything
While we see nothing.

We beat a dead horse
And they cling to the past
Unable to let go
And unable to escape.

Behold our fate
As tragic as the rest
Still chained to the past
And all the old wounds.

Howl at the moon
And shout at the living
Because they will never listen
To the lessons of the fallen
And the dreams of the past.

I sleep in a bed
With Ghosts in my thoughts
Creeping back into the present
Underneath the covers
And inside of my head.

Telling me things I never knew
And stroking my hair
Softly whispering that I am loved
And all is well.

They are free
But I am asleep
As dead to the world
As I am to me.

The Reaper

The Reaper 11/8/2012

Light a candle
And turn off the lights
Shut the door
And stare into a mirror.

Do it now because
All the masks have fallen
And we shall see and know
All the faces of death.

We can rise up
And never back down
Unafraid
And fearless.

Or we can take a gun
And put it to our head
Pulling the trigger
And bang we are dead.

Now all eyes are opened
And now its easy to see
All the fools in the world
Here, there and everywhere.

With their nose in the air
And their minds in the gutter
Bobbing their heads
And waving their hands.

I tread softly down the street
With the biggest stick around
Hidden inside my skull
And connected to my hands.

Evil has a grip on the world
And small men
Are drunk with its power
Looking at the humble with contempt
And their followers
With laughter.

But someone larger is in control
And he shall bring them down
Destroyed and disgraced
But not by human hands.

The long march uphill
Is not without its hazards
As many slide downwards
And devolve along the way.

Falling into the primordial soup
Where they just sit and wait
Fed and watered by someone else
Always waiting to be rescued
And always wanting more.

But I have dug in my heels
And I grasp with my hands
Ever upward
And ever higher.

Words are cheap
And no man can go forward
If he is always looking backwards
To things that have happened
And failed every time.

Many great men have fallen
And some are beaten in the street
Attacked without warning
And stomped on the ground.

No one asks why
And no one dares to speak
But only a fool can stay quiet
At the carnage on the street.

Even a few
Have done great things
When committed to a cause
And fearless.

I am not afraid
And neither should you
Because what can man do
That can last forever.

Struggling ever higher
And going against the grain
No matter how much it hurts
Or what you are called.

Some might call me the devil
And they may hate the way I look
But I am not going to hell
Like the one
That thrives
Here on the earth.

"Soon" is the whisper
That I hear in the wind
As waves of leaves
Surge across the grass
Sending a shiver up my spine
And cold air in my lungs.

All the mighty shall fall
And even the kings shall be humbled
And every man judged
By the truth
Stark, unforgiving,
Pure and deadly.

Ramrod

Ramrod 11/6/2012

If there is a time
Then let it be now
And if there is a place
Then let it be here.

If a man has anything
Then let it be his destiny
Charting his own course
For the better
Or the worse.

And let his life be his own
Uncategorized
And unfettered
True to his own merit
For once and for all.

The hard path
Leads to glory
Even if its difficult
And full of danger.

But the easy path
Leads to death
Sure and safe
Guided by others
All the way down.

Freedom has never been free
And blood has watered the ground
For liberty
Over and over again.

Man seeks safety
And man seeks approval
Giving in
And giving up.

But every man should know
That safety is not worth slavery
And security a joke
When all men die.

We hang by our fingertips
Off a steep and mighty cliff
With nothing to save us
But tenacity and defiance.

The weak have made their beds
And foolishly they will fall
Useful as a shovel
And dumb as rock.

Used up and discarded
At the very first chance
And bitten by the dogs
That they have fed.

Upside down and backwards
We look through a concave mirror
Viewing the past
And guessing the future.

The mercury is in the cylinder
And the rotation is about to start
As one thing leads to another
And the flesh melts away.

The future will happen
No matter which way we turn
Either sooner or later
The truth shall emerge.

Evil shall spend its power
In a few months or years
Exploding outwards in a rage
To take all it can.

But if not today
And not tomorrow
Then soon enough for sure
All this shall pass away
And man shall be judged
Squarely at last.

There will be no excuses
And there will be no exemptions
Nothing but the heart
And nothing but the soul.

God shall speak
And all shall listen
Without special privileges
Or false protection.

We shall live by our merit
And shall love without condition
At last as we should have been
Long ago and far away.

The spirit is strong
And no evil shall prevail
Even though we doubt
And even though we fail.

Come quickly
And let us see your hand
Greater than our ideas
And foolish faith in man.

Dead Lovers, and The Choice

Dead Lovers 11/5/2012

It was more than a feeling
The way that I loved
A deep and fast moving river
Flowing through my heart.

I gave myself over totally
And leaped with drunken abandon
Headlong off a cliff
And into her arms.

Opening up myself
And opening up my heart
Without reservation
Or cautious restraint.

I indulged myself
And paid little attention
To what others might think
Or what she would need.

Assuming that what she wanted
Was the same as me
And always at the same time
Foolish, selfish,
Thoughtless and dumb.

For a moment
I felt it
On top of the world
With everything I needed
And everything I wanted.

I had it all
But I always wanted more
Always impatient
And never satisfied.

I wanted more than she could give me
And more than the world could offer
As I raged against what was wrong
I forgot to appreciate
What was right.

By the time I knew contentment
It was already too late
And I never saw the knife coming
Before it stuck in my back.

But that is the cruelty of man
As we nonchalantly exist
That enemies always circle
And friends covet the most
Preying upon the unsuspecting
Who have let down their guard.

There is nothing worse
Than a man without a conscience
Unhindered by morality
And any code of conduct.

Lying in wait
To steal all he can
And always looking for something
Better than what he has.

Always pursuing money
And always seeking to fill
The empty pit of darkness
Inside of his soul.

Making any promise
And giving any gift
But always for the wrong reasons
And always by deception.

It took me the longest time
To understand what I lost
And it took me even longer
To see what I had done.

That words mean nothing
And useless anger a waste
When a mans value is apparent
By the way that he lives
And acts.

No man is perfect
And neither are our lovers
As love becomes an obligation
And obligation a burden.

We tip toe through life
And casually follow our whims
Never seeing the consequences
Until we feel the sting.

When we flirt with disaster
And survive another day
We think we are immune
And wander ever further
And further away.

Before we know it
We are lost in the muck
Far from where we should have been
Sinking with every effort
To break free.

So she made a choice
To leave me in the clutch
The easier choice by far
Because of my honor
And my code.

I know she tried to save us
And I know she loves me still
Which makes it even harder
To see her stuck
And see her struggle.

Fate brought us low
Both her and also me
As she sunk her teeth into my heart
Sucking out all my blood
Leaving me cold, lifeless
And white as a ghost.

But even the dead
Shall also rise
And I too shall see her again
Up and over
And back at the start.

We shall start over
On the other side of fate
Beyond the bounds of gravity
And sin.

Up and over
We shall be as one
Just as we were meant to be
Joyful, happy and triumphant.



The Choice 11/5/2012

Today is another day
But it’s never too late
To make a change
The first among many
Courageous and decisive.

A good man cannot be content
To swallow what is said
To be hooked, cut, and gutted
And hung out to dry.

Friends and countrymen have disagreements
But always recognize the same problems
Careful to consult their conscience
Every step of the way.

But evil men hate more than they love
Hating and blaming
With people as the problem
And vengeance in their heart.

Hiding their motives
And abusing their powers
To heap pain on the innocent
And excuse the guilty.

Their hated shall sink them
And all that they love
Showing their face
And revealing the truth.

And all the propaganda in world
Can never cover up the truth
Even though they try
And even though they rage
Obfuscate and lie.

Choose the harder path
And strike a blow for justice
Consulting the true God
Over resentment and hatred.

The courageous will always question
What the media culture complex is selling
Never giving up
And never giving in.

Dignity is for all
But respect must be earned
To each for his merit
And to God all the glory.

Diablo

Diablo 11/2/2012


Time is like a line
On a piece of paper
And God sees it all
The beginning and the end.

Just outside of our dimension
Our soul is downloaded
Into the flesh
Like information on a chip
Or data on a crystal.

We think and we breathe
But we cannot penetrate the glass
Separating men
From Demons and Angels.

We occupy a foreign land
And operate in a foreign body
Aliens in a fallen world
All alone and dying.

We fear
What we cannot see
Like shadows in the dark
And bumps in the night.

So we strive to control
And seek to understand
Always assuming
And always failing.

I woke up with my heart pounding
And felt my throat constrict
Unable to sleep
And unable to relax.

I was alone
More alone than ever
Without anyone who really understood
What it meant to have
And what it meant to lose.

But not all the unknown
Is something to be avoided
But rather it is to be embraced
Because it is there that
Anything can happen
No matter how improbable

I will never forget the feeling
And the blood rushing in my ears
As I felt my body dying
As I wept
Warm and bloody tears.

Life hurts
And love destroys
Especially if we really mean it
Deep down in our soul.

My life crumbled before me
And everything turned to dust
And food lost its taste
And drink lost its effect.

Day and night lost all meaning
As time slowed to a stop
As the hours became a blur
Delirious and surreal.

I am not the only one
Who has been left to die
As others watched in silence
And mocked their every move.

There are no words to describe
What it really means
To stand with your head held high
In devastating loss
And horrifying betrayal.

But I lived through the night
And now I laugh anyway
Because the challenge has been met
And evil defeated
Even as it murders
And even as it boasts.

Others may watch
But God is watching them
Above and beyond
And in control.

And I shall not fear the end
And I shall not be defeated
Even though the good are martyred
And drug through the streets.

Soon shall the sky fall
And soon shall the end come
But I am ready to be called
And I am ready to fight.

Do not despair
And never give up an inch
Because woe unto him
Who schemes and plots.

Though they call me the devil
And bray at the moon
God knows the difference
And sees their every move.

Christening the Longship

Christening the Longship 11/1/2012

In a pool of blood
A flower floats
Spinning upside down
And flowing down the gutter.

All that was
Is gone in an instant
And all that we are
Is single puff of smoke.

We think we are safe
And pretend we have forever
As if we could never fail
And never die.

But others to
Have felt this way
Here for centuries
And gone in a day.

The barbarians came to plunder
While the Romans watched their circus
Laughing at death
And drinking their wine.

Argument for the sake of argument
And so full of ourselves
So we spend our time attacking the good
Anything to avoid reality.

But reality is here
As it hungrily consumes the stragglers
Barring its teeth
Dripping with blood.

Just a step away from horror
And a day or two from hunger
We feed all our appetites
While the cities burn.

Call me what you want
And say that I am a devil
But nothing can change what is true
Whether I am right
Or wrong.

The valkyries scream through the air
Picking up the corpses
On their way to vahallah
But yet we still live
Covered in blood.

I wish this all
Was not true
But God has given us a spirit
And warned us
With signs.

We have just scratched the surface
But we should know enough for now
That greater things lie ahead
Than anything we have done.

A light within has opened
And bolts of lightening
Have ignited my heart
Filling me with words
And dread.