Scorpioned

Scorpion-ed  3/31/2014

From order comes control

And from chaos comes the chance

As random combinations 

Split off and vibrate.

Life is beautiful

If we would just allow it

Expecting nothing 

And appreciating everything.

 

We live our lives

In one of two ways

Either in becoming entangled

Or disentangling.

It is hard to let go

But sometimes we must

Because until we do

We remain a prisoner

And a slave.

We cannot grasp

What is higher

If we cling to what is known

Even if it is hard

And makes us cry.

I am not free

And it hurts anyway

As I either drag it all behind me

Or sling it

On my back. 

There is much left undone

Unfinished and incomplete

And that is why

I beat myself up

Every single day.

I know, I should say goodbye

And never look back

But everywhere I go

There is always something

Pulling me back. 

Words are easy

And how many empty promises

Have we made  

And broken?. 

It takes courage

To do what is right

Because there are no quick rewards

Or obvious benefits. 

We know what is right

But we always give in

And we always give up

Letting ourselves wash away

Down the path

Of least resistance.

But there is a blessing

Inside of any hardship

Because it is only then

That we remember

To be thankful.

Let the droplets fall

And merge together

Tumbling down our backs

On our way to the end. 

Let the mighty ships sail

And let the parasites kill

Tightening their grip

Around each other’s throat.

This world is theirs

And in it ,

They will rot

Having had every chance

To reject, and leave.

Anyone can pray

But only the good

Will know for what

As all the others

Succumb to doubt

And distraction. 

Evil slithers

In the smallest of cracks

Eating our brains

With meaningless diversions.

It comes in the middle of the night

To tug at our feelings

And slit our throat

Always when you least expect it

The terrible creeping grief.

But if evil can occur

In the bewitching hour

Then so also can the good

And the just. 

Foreshadow

Foreshadow 3/28/2014

Another day

And another story

Lulling us to sleep

Because when we sleep

Anything can happen.

If you don’t hold your ground

Then the fall will be easy

As you give up, an inch at a time

Until there is nothing left.

Devalued, dehumanized

Defeated and dead

The once lofty beliefs

We abandon

And forget. 

Lives are cheapened

Expendable and unimportant

As the innocent are sacrificed

To collectivist Gods.

Make a ripple

And make a splash

Filling the sky

With exploding colors.

Watch it all happen

As everything we knew

Is blown to smithereens

By the hateful

And the deluded. 

Without any proof

And without any justification

The sacred laws rejected

To murder who they want. 

Free men do great things

But that requires freedom

The liberty to use ours gifts

And pursue our dreams.

But with freedom

There are no guarantees

And the outcome is decided

By God.

The hive seeks to enslave

And replicate

Killing all thought

And individual expression. 

The ancients saw the shadows

And now we see the blood

Pouring out in a sea of murder

Drowning us all. 

Drag this thought

On your way through the streets

But be careful

What you say

And what you do.

Because what you see is the truth

But what you hear is a lie

Disconnected and jarring

The difference

And the warning. 

We are all looping over

On our way to somewhere else

But our destinations

Depend on something

Not determined by man. 

Everything that was

Will be again

And all that was lost

Will be restored. 

The dead will rise

Yes even the murdered

And the euthanized

To bear the damning witness

To all that is and was.

Depth Charge

Depth Charge 3/26/2014

At the bottom of a lake

And at the bottom of the sea

There are secrets

And there are lies. 

No one but God

Knows the secrets

Hidden In the hearts of men

At least not for now.

Everything I do

And every word I type

Is taken somewhere else

Stored and searched

For loyalty or crimes.

But if I am loyal to a lie

Then what have I become?

Nothing but a mindless drone

Lethal, soulless and dead.

We are the unprotected

And our secrets

Will never be safe

Keeping us paid

And keeping us in line.

But spies won’t catch

Any criminals

And it won’t catch

Any killers. 

They walk among us

Immune and protected

While the good are singled out

For occulted sacrifice. 

The truth is all around us

And yes it really matters

In our choices and in our lives

Above, below

And deep inside the soul. 

Sometimes you can see the intentions

And sometimes you cannot

And even the most alert and vigilant

Have been murdered in their prime.

Not everything you see is real

And not everything you wish

Can come true

Yes even those things

That make us feel better
in the here and now. 

We can talk all day

And we can speculate until the end

But always think

About the motives of men.    

Many men love power

And many are full of themselves

But even they are followed by shadows

Foolish and unaware.    

Bled

Bled  3/25/2014

If it smells like death

Then it probably is

As the beasts spread

And disease kills.  

The breathing dead

Spread like locusts

Taking everything

And producing nothing.

Inevitable comes the end

Because good men

Did nothing but wait

Wasting precious time

Hoping for someone else.

So much for being nice

And so much for giving in

The reward of the sheep

Led to the slaughter. 

Glued to the television

And entertained to death

We hold our phones to our face

And drive off a cliff. 

Unaware and stupid

Dumb, useless and dead

We cower in our cars

And look the other way. 

But everything that is false

Always evaporates with time

As the false safety we enjoyed

Has already disappeared.

If you haven’t felt it yet

Then I am afraid you will

The pain that doubles you over

And leaves you gasping for air. 

Because this is the season of betrayal

When the good turn on each other

As their weaknesses are exposed

And exploited. 

One step leads to another

And everything falls back to earth

With every evil there is a payment

And for every payment

An orgy of blood.  

Seven Year Letter

Seven Year Letter  3/24/2014

I read a letter

But it took a long time to write

After seven years of waiting

I could finally see

What I needed to know.  

One thing

Will always lead to another

As the ripples spread outwards

In ever widening circles.

The years go by

And we rise and fall

Either learning how to swim

Or sinking to the bottom. 

I remember and I pray

Struggling to stay awake

To finish what I started

And learn to live forever.

We can always ask

And that is what I have done

Because God is always there

And knows everything.

I am still falling

And I don’t know

Where I will land

But either way

I bounce and I roll.

Everything is a gift

If you try hard and think

Taking it all in

And breathing it all out.

Every injury

And every insult

Melts away

And we repair ourselves

From the inside out. 

Time slips by

But I have not lost a thing

Because even time runs out

And becomes something else. 

I am myself

And I am yours

Now and forever

We will all have each other.

My mistakes

And my missteps

Have made me who I am

But only because I keep trying

Over and over again. 

The best days

Are yet to come

Even if we cannot see them

And all appears lost. 

If we believe

We remain undefeated

And if we keep going

Everything is ours.