Scavenger

Scavenger  2/28/2014

Objects I cannot see

Hurtle through space

And collide with each other

Shattering in all directions

In and out of time. 

The city of the dead

Gives up their ghosts

One by one

Rising in the night.

Curving, looping and diving

They return with a rush

Faster and faster over the trees

That shiver in the dirt. 

Time passes over

But the spirit remains

Impenetrable and perfect

Ageless and remote.

There is no reason to cry

And grief has no purpose

Because God restores all

Just as it always was.

If we have forever

What is the rush?

And why should we suffer

This horrible longing.

I was born impatient

And even though I know

I still get anxious

And filled with dread.

We fear the unknown

And cling to the familiar

Even if it hurts

And bleeds us dry. 

Our hearts are hardened

And our will is broken

Until we go meekly to bed

And sleep our life away.

Giving in to the irresistible force

That assaults us every day

With endless demands

And the same old lies. 

Entropy pulls us down

And wears down our resolve

As we listen to the same old song

We have heard

A million times before.

But that is man

And that is life

As we build up our sense of self

On nothing at all. 

Constructing a whole philosophy

And assumptions

That even a child

Can see is false. 

If everything is true

Then all of it is false

And if all of it is false

What good are we at all?

Let them all fight

And let them all die

Biting and snarling

Over pride and falsehood

And drowning in blood

Over nothing at all. 

In the end

Everything disappears

Except who we are

And what we do.

Firedog

Firedog

2/27/2014

 

The cycle speeds up

And the cycle slows down

But nothing has changed

And it’s not changing now.

The kingdom will fall

But not the one, they think

Because this is what you get

With hatred and pride.

It’s not about me

And it’s not about them

Nameless, faceless and stupid

Cursed, ugly, and dead.

Unable to see

And unwilling to grow

Some lash out at others

Because they cannot

Understand themselves.

When I see them

I smile

Because I can see

And they are blind. 

Their anger is like a poison

And their hatred like an acid

Burning them

From the inside out. 

They attack

And they kill

But it is they who will die

And they who will burn. 

Blood matters

More than we know

Surging through my heart

And coursing through my veins.

Inside I have a secret

One they do not know

And even if

I am savaged  

I was loved all along.

Even good deeds

Can be done with evil intentions

But even all the power in the world

Will never change

What God has done. 

The more that the rules are slanted

The worse it will become

With an outcome exactly the opposite

Of what they wanted

All along.

Just as the river flows downwards

So also do we

Going where,  we are programmed

Inside of our brains.

These words

Are not written for prizes

And I do not expect

To be lauded or praised

But the truth remains a treasure

More valuable than gold.

Sidewalk

Sidewalk 2/26/2014

There is no reason to look

If there is nothing you can do

And there is no reason to survive

If there is nothing left to say.

It is easy to say hello

But it’s hard to say goodbye

As we rise up and fall down

Over another bump in the road.

We have come around the corner

But it is still, just the same

Just like it was yesterday

And the day before that. 

There is nothing unique about today

Even if we are different

Because what lurks in our hearts

Has always been there. 

There are always secrets

And there are always riddles

But the puzzle of life

Endures.

We get closer

And then we fall away

Unable to accept

What was true all along. 

If you can think about thinking

Then you can guess the rest

Because not all things are true

And not all things are good.

We are linked together

Even if we are apart

And I will have

All I have known

And much more than this. 

A fire can burn the body

But it cannot touch the soul

Transduced like information

And recorded somewhere else.

Don’t answer the door

Because it might be a trick

And be careful where you go

Because the beasts are hungry. 

The day you know it

Is the day, you start to learn

As every pore is electrified

And a shiver goes up your spine. 

I have not forgotten

And I have not given up

But instead I ask for something different 

And better than before.  

It may come as a surprise

And it may come as a shock

But not for the humble

And not for the true. 

All things must pass

Yes, even the ugly

And the dumb

But if we only understood

We would still smile. 

No matter what happens

And no matter what is lost

The best will always be yet to come

Even in ten thousand years. 

I see you 

But, there are many things

I just cannot do

Even if, I wanted 

And even if, I dreamed.  

But what I can be

Is only just beginning

As I keep scratching at the surface

And knocking at the door. 

Prime

 Prime  2/25/2014

You can believe a lie

But that doesn’t make it true

And only liars

Should ever fear

Freedom or dissent.  

The world teeters on edge

And collapses in flames

Giving way, one after another

As everything falls into place.

Small men

And arrogant fakes

Get what they want

No matter who it hurts

Or what it costs.

Never accountable

And never questioned

They shove it down our throat

Knowing that they are unopposed

And everything is fixed.

They think they are the greatest

And how they love to boast

But all they do

Is hasten the end

Terrible and complete. 

Throwing their weight around

With made up titles

Never earned

And never just.

Unnecessary, empty

Wasteful and proud

They belittle everyone else

Every chance they get.

While others labor in darkness

And afraid to rock the boat

Unrecognized, mocked

Degraded and dumb.

Blood is everywhere

And no one bats an eye

Willfully asleep

And shockingly dumb.

The truth is dying

For lack of air

Choked off by liars

And sinking to the floor. 

Unable to rise

And unable to speak

The good lie motionless

Crumpled on the ground.

The red light is flashing

And all the lines are crossed

As the secrets spill out

And the dead gasp for air. 

There is nowhere to hide

As all good deeds are punished

Because everything we love

Is evil in their eyes. 

Even the most gentle soul

Should rise and defend their own

Especially the young and defenseless

Entrusted to our care.

But we have sold them out

And their future is bleak

Outnumbered, defenseless

Encircled and attacked. 

The truth was always here

And facts were never hidden

Right in front of our face

Every single day. 

Do not flinch

And do not give in

But relentlessly pursue

What is good

And what is true. 

There is no better time

Than now

To be at the bottom

And there is no better feeling

Than unjust wounding. 

Because every time it has happened

I have grown larger

And every time I am forgotten

I get stronger. 

Some may smirk

At the wounds

And some may kick

At the dying.

But bigger things are coming

For sure and for certain

Coming quick

And coming soon. 

Cut

Cut  2/24/2014

Knock me around

And push me on the floor

Because it doesn't make a difference

Happy or sad

Rich or poor.

Drag me across the rocks

And cut me if you want

Deep, jagged, and ugly

Dumb, dead, and gone.

Anything to wake me up

Because I want to see the end

When all of this is washed away

And never comes back again.

My shoes clopped on the street.
Under the trees,
Ancient and gnarled

As we walk in the velvety darkness

The kind I know so well. 

There is a stillness about the south

A heavy, thick blanket

Of sultry silence

Muffling my voice
And hanging in the air.

You cannot see it

But the feeling is there

A propensity for intrigue

And sudden violence.

Centuries of wear

Has soften the edges

And pitted the finish

Until everything is worn

And beautiful. 

Scream until your voice is strangled

And pour out your guts

Until you cry

Falling down into the river

Green and eternal. 

I can see the girls walk by

But I do not, turn to watch

For what is a ghost good for?

Except for fear and regret. 

Time heals all wounds

But here it lasts forever

Pulling me backwards

Into the grave.

Picture me through a grate

Of black scrolling iron

As a blurry apparition

Or photographic artifact

Out of place and dead.

So long Savannah

I knew leaving would hurt

But if I had never known

I would have been born dead
And never have grown.
 

Losing is winning

And winning is death

Because now I see

What others cannot.

I have made many friends

But my hands are always empty

And my heart is filled with longing

For all the dreams

I have never lived.

My spirit remains

Unable to let go

Always rushing backwards

And gushing tears.

I do love this place

Even though it kills me

Because without it

I would have never felt

Sweet tenderness

Or staggering loss. 

I loved them all

Even those who stung me

And left me for dead

Because how can anyone know light?

Without the dark. 

Remember me

Because I am not sad

Rising higher and higher

Each and every time. 

All that we revere

May lie in ruins

And all that we held sacred

May be abased.

But I swoop down

And see it all

Yours and mine forever

Even better than before.