Death by proxy 7/8/2011
This is not the first time
And this is not the last
That someone pays by proxy
For someone else’s sins.
Standing before a judge
Without a friend or defender
Destroyed, shamed and robbed
Wordless and ruined.
The guilty go free
And the innocent are savaged
Spiritually murdered and replaced
All based upon a lie.
Small men without imagination
Have risen from the cracks
Their heads grown proud and ugly
Boastful, shallow and vain
They have mocked the good
And laugh at their crimes
Mauling their victims
But always from behind.
But even their gifts
Come from somewhere
Stolen and laundered
And hung out to dry.
Hedging their bets
And cashing their chips
But turning in their ticket
And dying in the end.
The first half is over
And now it’s intermission
In the second half
The price will be paid
But the price will be high
And it will last forever.
In my dream
I saw a wounded bird
And it appeared as dead
Barely moving
And carried aloft.
But now it is healed
And its fall has become a dive
Screaming through the air
Coming back
And coming home.
Invisible as a ghost
And defying wood or metal
Flying though and into
Places I have never been.
I can see the walls
And I can see the rooms
Knowing where to go
And knowing what to do.
My hands will not lose their grip
And my teeth will not let go
Tearing, shredding and pounding
Every single day
And every single night.
I will not be turned
And I will not surrender
Relentless as an iron angel
In a world turned upside down.
Something has happened
And the chains are broken
With no reason to hold back
And nothing left to lose.
Something is owed
And it will be paid
One way or another
And one day for sure.
Guilty by proxy
And murdered by the numbers
Cruelly mocked and blamed
For someone else’s lies
And someone else’s words.
But now I return
Like a phoenix
With wings on fire
Knocking over and destroying
Everything I see.
There is nothing so horrible
Than a man without shame
And nothing so wasted
As a man without a soul.
My eyes are opened
And I know the truth
That this is not the end
But only a beginning
A passion play for the living
In a pageant of death.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Remember from 2004
From 2004, it was a good year. I haven't looked at them since I wrote them.
Atlantic Crossing
Ebb and flow of blood and water
Ceaseless turbulence of viscose gray
No other sound except the rushing foam
Far from circumstantial perfection
At the end of the day
At the end of the earth.
My eyes were opened
But just a little at a time
Fumbling forward
And groping in the darkness
Hoping for perfection
But only the lesser
I find.
I walked alongside the sea
Gray, black and blue the night
Divergent thoughts appearing
Of emotions long forgotten.
Washing over my feet
And lapping at my legs
Churning over the polished sand
Unreturnable emotion of gratitude
Cool as the ocean
Carving out the land.
Thrice I recite your name in the dark
From where the figure emerged
To the shore walking
Through the water I didn’t need to greet or know.
Emerging from nothingness
Out of the boiling gray
Silent without warning
But for hope
I would never have seen.
Such a long journey to travel
I wanted to lie down in the waters
Washing over to carry me away
Back in the arms of churning foam
To the place of my quite longing
That we all know as home.
Mark of beauty, state of grace,
Crying out “forever”
Across the waves
Barely heard
And rarely seen.
So great the thirst
For what I crave
The blood of sacrificial grace
For heavy agony.
That was the moment
Alone and silent
That night on the beach
Something changed
And something different was born.
Walking down the same streets
Everything alien and remote
That familiar vague discomfort
Always present
Above my head.
I am free
Just as before
I am alive
But not in the same way.
No need for apologies
And no need for vindication
No sense in wondering
Either why or when,
I don’t have to know
If I’ll live or die
Either way is fine
Against the gray clouds of history
The age comes to an end.
Across the muffled words of memory
The meaning shines through
Brilliant radiation
Exposing the colors,
Just out of the visual range.
Like a back lit halo
Encircling a moment in time
Everlasting on the eyelids
Pulsing outward in shapes and lines.
So far from peace intended
The shattered surface of truth
Kneeling down
To stare at the pieces
Fumbling knowledge
Only a part
Of what we know.
Tomorrow may not come
Only a guess
That the day breaks
Through
Nothing lasts forever
Half as much as likely
To all fall apart.
I was the one
Who let her know
What else was I supposed to do?
Did she believe?
That I could not tell.
In the end It was up to her
I had no one else to thank
The last step
Easier than the first
Out of the doubt
And into the waters.
Maybe I said too much
Or maybe I left something out
Maybe because I wasn’t sure
Torn to pieces
And riddled with doubt.
I always needed your assurance
But I guess that’s why you’re near
Meeting me more than halfway
Than where I should have been.
Do angels walk the earth?
And could we know them by name?
A little different than man
With no free will left to choose
As a man there is so much to gain
Yet so awful lot to lose.
Two Reasons
I know what I left behind
And I know the damage is done
Unrepressed memory I cannot refuse
I can feel the eyes
Burning me through.
Reasons of man gray and thick
So far from intended harm
But what do we know?
About the soul
So dark and hidden
I am not fit to judge
But then, no mortal can
Do they think?
Their sins are hidden?
Safe in the dark
As long as the surface is smooth
Coming back to haunt them
When the truth this soul will prove.
Ever upon me
All knowing eyes
No moment hidden
All just a fraction
Both the beginning and the end
You knew me before
Before this flesh was formed
You put eternity
As a hole in my heart
For the world
To fill with longing.
You found me a time
You found me a place
My shame you have taken
Almost human
And almost dead.
Living in the present
Of the once and future time
To search out the hidden
And type it out in lines.
All so different
Yet all together the same
Penetrating to the marrow
I can hear you at the door
About to call out my name.
The hour is near
I was made for knowing that
Time has bent and narrowed
Anger is poured out
Upon a tortured land.
A deep cut
That will never heal
Unwelcome reminder
Of what I missed before
Out from under
The last hope we had
Unable to remember
The last time I felt
As Peaceful
Now that the guilt
Is left behind.
All thoughts of earthly justice
Or what we think is fair
Inconsequential measurement
Of pride and revenge
All of it will wither
Burn away
And disappear.
All these ruins
Are left behind
Swollen with water
And rotted with time.
Swiveling our heads
To stare at the sky
Swirling in the heavens
In colors gray and black.
Trying to catch the smoke
Rising from bitter regret
Flowing through our fingers
And never to come back.
Underground
The fires are burning
In the voids of memory
The thoughts keep turning
Knowing more than what we see
But forgetting the reasons.
Counting backwards
Until the end
To close my mouth
Of hungry desperation
A hidden chamber
Concealed for so long
Right beneath our feet
Buried by centuries
Yet still perfectly intact
Traces of blood,
That cannot die.
Glancing off the edge of meaning
And searching the edge of the earth
Strange fascination with the horror
Questioning everything
Except ourselves.
In the end
Words can’t suffice
All arguments silenced
So we do not look back
To see what is dying.
And we cannot yearn
For what is lost
But stretch to the future
To lay hold
Of true glory.
Muted colors of dying light
Blurring lines between wrong and right
Lost but for a time
By deception the difference
And no longer.
A view from above
That reveals the purpose
Outside of concrete dimensions
More than we can see
All is put together
Joined at last
To set us free.
All is well
All is known
All is forgiven
And all things new.
Remember
On the road spits the gravel
Gray, brown, in shades of lead
Only the engine to pierce the calm
Heavy stillness blankets the hills
Past the fields
Where the branches are gathered
Naked remnants of former glory.
The chimney still stands
Just past Blacks Mill Road
All that’s left visible and haunting
Blackened by long dead fires.
A cool October mist
Hangs in the trees
In the Churchyard
Where the old headstones are leaning
Unreadable letters
Worn down by time
Silent and namelessly
Waiting.
Blurring past the squared window
Melting into the road behind
Outside the doors
Shiny and black
To an uncertain future
Of swirling gray.
I can almost remember
That part I threw away
In the back of my mind
In the elusive shadows
Of doubt
There it is.
Strange race of untamed spirits
Searching for the scattered remains
Separated for so long we forgot
Like the knowledge of infants
Lost and unremembered
But deep down inside the heart
We know.
So long ago created
But only now
In the weight of being
So long ago promised
But only now
Hearing and seeing.
What we can see
Only a small portion
What we can prove
Filtered through
Man made distortions.
Not far from the sandpit
Where the dead soldiers are buried
Never far from ashen wood
Rolling countryside of forgotten time
Even the valley’s cry out your name
Distant houses of hushed memory
Knee deep in rot and blood.
Do others remember?
Do they also feel the gap?
Evident in sleepless dreams
Or during the early watches.
It is there
At the painful tug
That unsatisfied longing
For something else
We cannot find.
That treasured secret
Beyond sight or sound
Of what we
Were meant to feel
Remember the peace
Of contented rest
Remember the joy
Of true love
Remember
And remember again.
The memories of before
Unlocked at last
But still more questions
Than answers.
Free falling
Through the ages
To where the secrets
Are gathered
I can almost feel
The stone and wood.
Age of Iron
Age of steel
Pieces of rock
That cannot be broken.
I could barely hold on
Heavy white building
Marbled columns
And grey streaked blocks
Carved faces frozen and cold
Modeled, burnished and covered in gold.
Solid yet wearing thin
The kind of luster
You cannot capture
Both brilliant and brief
Better in your memory
Than what we saw or tasted.
Ancient war of rebellion
And the ancient rule of law
Ratified in blood
Foretold in the beginning
And falling swift in the end.
When the race is run
And the sky melts away
When we’ve stood the test
We will know
And we will remember.
Atlantic Crossing
Ebb and flow of blood and water
Ceaseless turbulence of viscose gray
No other sound except the rushing foam
Far from circumstantial perfection
At the end of the day
At the end of the earth.
My eyes were opened
But just a little at a time
Fumbling forward
And groping in the darkness
Hoping for perfection
But only the lesser
I find.
I walked alongside the sea
Gray, black and blue the night
Divergent thoughts appearing
Of emotions long forgotten.
Washing over my feet
And lapping at my legs
Churning over the polished sand
Unreturnable emotion of gratitude
Cool as the ocean
Carving out the land.
Thrice I recite your name in the dark
From where the figure emerged
To the shore walking
Through the water I didn’t need to greet or know.
Emerging from nothingness
Out of the boiling gray
Silent without warning
But for hope
I would never have seen.
Such a long journey to travel
I wanted to lie down in the waters
Washing over to carry me away
Back in the arms of churning foam
To the place of my quite longing
That we all know as home.
Mark of beauty, state of grace,
Crying out “forever”
Across the waves
Barely heard
And rarely seen.
So great the thirst
For what I crave
The blood of sacrificial grace
For heavy agony.
That was the moment
Alone and silent
That night on the beach
Something changed
And something different was born.
Walking down the same streets
Everything alien and remote
That familiar vague discomfort
Always present
Above my head.
I am free
Just as before
I am alive
But not in the same way.
No need for apologies
And no need for vindication
No sense in wondering
Either why or when,
I don’t have to know
If I’ll live or die
Either way is fine
Against the gray clouds of history
The age comes to an end.
Across the muffled words of memory
The meaning shines through
Brilliant radiation
Exposing the colors,
Just out of the visual range.
Like a back lit halo
Encircling a moment in time
Everlasting on the eyelids
Pulsing outward in shapes and lines.
So far from peace intended
The shattered surface of truth
Kneeling down
To stare at the pieces
Fumbling knowledge
Only a part
Of what we know.
Tomorrow may not come
Only a guess
That the day breaks
Through
Nothing lasts forever
Half as much as likely
To all fall apart.
I was the one
Who let her know
What else was I supposed to do?
Did she believe?
That I could not tell.
In the end It was up to her
I had no one else to thank
The last step
Easier than the first
Out of the doubt
And into the waters.
Maybe I said too much
Or maybe I left something out
Maybe because I wasn’t sure
Torn to pieces
And riddled with doubt.
I always needed your assurance
But I guess that’s why you’re near
Meeting me more than halfway
Than where I should have been.
Do angels walk the earth?
And could we know them by name?
A little different than man
With no free will left to choose
As a man there is so much to gain
Yet so awful lot to lose.
Two Reasons
I know what I left behind
And I know the damage is done
Unrepressed memory I cannot refuse
I can feel the eyes
Burning me through.
Reasons of man gray and thick
So far from intended harm
But what do we know?
About the soul
So dark and hidden
I am not fit to judge
But then, no mortal can
Do they think?
Their sins are hidden?
Safe in the dark
As long as the surface is smooth
Coming back to haunt them
When the truth this soul will prove.
Ever upon me
All knowing eyes
No moment hidden
All just a fraction
Both the beginning and the end
You knew me before
Before this flesh was formed
You put eternity
As a hole in my heart
For the world
To fill with longing.
You found me a time
You found me a place
My shame you have taken
Almost human
And almost dead.
Living in the present
Of the once and future time
To search out the hidden
And type it out in lines.
All so different
Yet all together the same
Penetrating to the marrow
I can hear you at the door
About to call out my name.
The hour is near
I was made for knowing that
Time has bent and narrowed
Anger is poured out
Upon a tortured land.
A deep cut
That will never heal
Unwelcome reminder
Of what I missed before
Out from under
The last hope we had
Unable to remember
The last time I felt
As Peaceful
Now that the guilt
Is left behind.
All thoughts of earthly justice
Or what we think is fair
Inconsequential measurement
Of pride and revenge
All of it will wither
Burn away
And disappear.
All these ruins
Are left behind
Swollen with water
And rotted with time.
Swiveling our heads
To stare at the sky
Swirling in the heavens
In colors gray and black.
Trying to catch the smoke
Rising from bitter regret
Flowing through our fingers
And never to come back.
Underground
The fires are burning
In the voids of memory
The thoughts keep turning
Knowing more than what we see
But forgetting the reasons.
Counting backwards
Until the end
To close my mouth
Of hungry desperation
A hidden chamber
Concealed for so long
Right beneath our feet
Buried by centuries
Yet still perfectly intact
Traces of blood,
That cannot die.
Glancing off the edge of meaning
And searching the edge of the earth
Strange fascination with the horror
Questioning everything
Except ourselves.
In the end
Words can’t suffice
All arguments silenced
So we do not look back
To see what is dying.
And we cannot yearn
For what is lost
But stretch to the future
To lay hold
Of true glory.
Muted colors of dying light
Blurring lines between wrong and right
Lost but for a time
By deception the difference
And no longer.
A view from above
That reveals the purpose
Outside of concrete dimensions
More than we can see
All is put together
Joined at last
To set us free.
All is well
All is known
All is forgiven
And all things new.
Remember
On the road spits the gravel
Gray, brown, in shades of lead
Only the engine to pierce the calm
Heavy stillness blankets the hills
Past the fields
Where the branches are gathered
Naked remnants of former glory.
The chimney still stands
Just past Blacks Mill Road
All that’s left visible and haunting
Blackened by long dead fires.
A cool October mist
Hangs in the trees
In the Churchyard
Where the old headstones are leaning
Unreadable letters
Worn down by time
Silent and namelessly
Waiting.
Blurring past the squared window
Melting into the road behind
Outside the doors
Shiny and black
To an uncertain future
Of swirling gray.
I can almost remember
That part I threw away
In the back of my mind
In the elusive shadows
Of doubt
There it is.
Strange race of untamed spirits
Searching for the scattered remains
Separated for so long we forgot
Like the knowledge of infants
Lost and unremembered
But deep down inside the heart
We know.
So long ago created
But only now
In the weight of being
So long ago promised
But only now
Hearing and seeing.
What we can see
Only a small portion
What we can prove
Filtered through
Man made distortions.
Not far from the sandpit
Where the dead soldiers are buried
Never far from ashen wood
Rolling countryside of forgotten time
Even the valley’s cry out your name
Distant houses of hushed memory
Knee deep in rot and blood.
Do others remember?
Do they also feel the gap?
Evident in sleepless dreams
Or during the early watches.
It is there
At the painful tug
That unsatisfied longing
For something else
We cannot find.
That treasured secret
Beyond sight or sound
Of what we
Were meant to feel
Remember the peace
Of contented rest
Remember the joy
Of true love
Remember
And remember again.
The memories of before
Unlocked at last
But still more questions
Than answers.
Free falling
Through the ages
To where the secrets
Are gathered
I can almost feel
The stone and wood.
Age of Iron
Age of steel
Pieces of rock
That cannot be broken.
I could barely hold on
Heavy white building
Marbled columns
And grey streaked blocks
Carved faces frozen and cold
Modeled, burnished and covered in gold.
Solid yet wearing thin
The kind of luster
You cannot capture
Both brilliant and brief
Better in your memory
Than what we saw or tasted.
Ancient war of rebellion
And the ancient rule of law
Ratified in blood
Foretold in the beginning
And falling swift in the end.
When the race is run
And the sky melts away
When we’ve stood the test
We will know
And we will remember.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The Atom Smasher
Atom Smasher 7/7/11
Normalcy is a lid
Screwed down on horror
Tightly sealed
With contents under pressure.
We are besieged
And we are attacked
Unprovoked and undeserved
By hateful and envious men.
The truth has been murdered
And no one speaks a word
And while many are angry
The good are silent
Both meek and dead.
I have watched
And I have listened
Reading the hidden stories
The crimes that happen every day
And no one talks about.
You can see the signs
But you can’t really know
If you don’t accept the truth
And read between the lines.
I can only speak for me
But I am ready and willing
Because their time is about to end
But not before more terror
And lots of horror
So much for injustice
And so much for man
Just a breeze on hot day
Come and gone.
We sleep through life
And whistle pass the graveyard
All attentions wasted
And all affections mute.
Overly indulged
And overly fed
Just swimming downstream
Dumb, wasted and dead.
We let the fire die
And give up without a whimper
When we should roar like lions
Of unrepentant rage.
The writing is on the wall
And the line is in the sand
A last warning for the wise
Unheard and unseen.
If you can see it
Then you are watching
But if you can’t
Then you are dead.
Because the good times have ended
And there is no one left to laugh
No more to drink
And no more to dream.
The shallow waters are a distraction
And bland amusement will never be enough
And even destruction cannot save
Was creation cannot keep.
So much has been lost
And it has been sold so cheaply
Like food for the soul at a buffet
And the greatest pearl
Gobbled up by swine.
Nothing worthy is respected
But we still fear rejection
And so we sit in uneasy silence
While the world falls apart.
No one wants to risk reputation
And no one wants to take a chance
So we are killed without a fight
And rejected out of hand.
It is time to live
And it is time to love
Time to take the boldest leap
And make the greatest change.
They may hate you
And they may call you names
But many great things have died
Because men suffered with quiet longing
And never acted.
It will get worse
And men will roam the streets
Attacking the unsuspecting
Without warning
And from behind.
I’ll see them
When the lid comes off
And we will see out it ends
Just like he said
And just like I know.
Every single night
Is an eve of destruction
Because I am coming for them
And nothing can hold me back.
Normalcy is a lid
Screwed down on horror
Tightly sealed
With contents under pressure.
We are besieged
And we are attacked
Unprovoked and undeserved
By hateful and envious men.
The truth has been murdered
And no one speaks a word
And while many are angry
The good are silent
Both meek and dead.
I have watched
And I have listened
Reading the hidden stories
The crimes that happen every day
And no one talks about.
You can see the signs
But you can’t really know
If you don’t accept the truth
And read between the lines.
I can only speak for me
But I am ready and willing
Because their time is about to end
But not before more terror
And lots of horror
So much for injustice
And so much for man
Just a breeze on hot day
Come and gone.
We sleep through life
And whistle pass the graveyard
All attentions wasted
And all affections mute.
Overly indulged
And overly fed
Just swimming downstream
Dumb, wasted and dead.
We let the fire die
And give up without a whimper
When we should roar like lions
Of unrepentant rage.
The writing is on the wall
And the line is in the sand
A last warning for the wise
Unheard and unseen.
If you can see it
Then you are watching
But if you can’t
Then you are dead.
Because the good times have ended
And there is no one left to laugh
No more to drink
And no more to dream.
The shallow waters are a distraction
And bland amusement will never be enough
And even destruction cannot save
Was creation cannot keep.
So much has been lost
And it has been sold so cheaply
Like food for the soul at a buffet
And the greatest pearl
Gobbled up by swine.
Nothing worthy is respected
But we still fear rejection
And so we sit in uneasy silence
While the world falls apart.
No one wants to risk reputation
And no one wants to take a chance
So we are killed without a fight
And rejected out of hand.
It is time to live
And it is time to love
Time to take the boldest leap
And make the greatest change.
They may hate you
And they may call you names
But many great things have died
Because men suffered with quiet longing
And never acted.
It will get worse
And men will roam the streets
Attacking the unsuspecting
Without warning
And from behind.
I’ll see them
When the lid comes off
And we will see out it ends
Just like he said
And just like I know.
Every single night
Is an eve of destruction
Because I am coming for them
And nothing can hold me back.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Glass Coffin
Ths one is from 2003
Glass Coffin
Grieving inside a glass building
My heart is heavy and my eyes are tearing
Some try to comfort while others avoid me
Afraid they may catch the curse upon me.
My arms are cold and numb
Breaths short and shallow
Sitting paralyzed deaf, and dumb
My life melting like tallow
Drifting to sleep inside my mind
I remember and think of her often
In my dreams her memory I find
While I sit entombed in this tall glass coffin
Sometimes I feel like dying
Nothing left to ruin or waste
Sleeping in peace, no longer trying
No more memories to face
Another day ticks the clock
Another heartbeat pumps my blood
I keep breathing in this same spot
Loneliness rises up in a flood
Cold and hard is this box of steel
I wish my life could soften
To have hold and feel
Dying inside this tall glass coffin
Why do some live and others die?
Why do my feet keep moving?
On my knees I pray and ask why
Why can’t I forget that awful morning
Somewhere horses run and children play
Bicycles and snowball fights in the street
Skinned knees and cold fingers through another day
I sit here in agony, in the ashes I must stay
“I love you and I miss you!” I want to shout
I want to feel her lips and touch her heart
I want to know what her leaving was all about
Remembering our vows never to part
God help me in this hour
I scan the heavens for your reply
Staring at a violet sky outside this tower
Listening for her voice and tender sighs
Money is nothing and work doesn’t matter
Wasting my life climbing a broken ladder
Dealing with people who always run for cover
Losing my best friend and lover
If only I could have another chance
One more trip around in a slow dance
Without love, life just doesn’t matter
Casual conversations simply empty chatter
I meant it when I said I loved you
But I should have said it more often
I should have known you better
Now I sit alone in this glass coffin
God help me to know your love
Help me to face the day
Hasten the end of this body’s clay
Deliver me to my love above
Glass Coffin
Grieving inside a glass building
My heart is heavy and my eyes are tearing
Some try to comfort while others avoid me
Afraid they may catch the curse upon me.
My arms are cold and numb
Breaths short and shallow
Sitting paralyzed deaf, and dumb
My life melting like tallow
Drifting to sleep inside my mind
I remember and think of her often
In my dreams her memory I find
While I sit entombed in this tall glass coffin
Sometimes I feel like dying
Nothing left to ruin or waste
Sleeping in peace, no longer trying
No more memories to face
Another day ticks the clock
Another heartbeat pumps my blood
I keep breathing in this same spot
Loneliness rises up in a flood
Cold and hard is this box of steel
I wish my life could soften
To have hold and feel
Dying inside this tall glass coffin
Why do some live and others die?
Why do my feet keep moving?
On my knees I pray and ask why
Why can’t I forget that awful morning
Somewhere horses run and children play
Bicycles and snowball fights in the street
Skinned knees and cold fingers through another day
I sit here in agony, in the ashes I must stay
“I love you and I miss you!” I want to shout
I want to feel her lips and touch her heart
I want to know what her leaving was all about
Remembering our vows never to part
God help me in this hour
I scan the heavens for your reply
Staring at a violet sky outside this tower
Listening for her voice and tender sighs
Money is nothing and work doesn’t matter
Wasting my life climbing a broken ladder
Dealing with people who always run for cover
Losing my best friend and lover
If only I could have another chance
One more trip around in a slow dance
Without love, life just doesn’t matter
Casual conversations simply empty chatter
I meant it when I said I loved you
But I should have said it more often
I should have known you better
Now I sit alone in this glass coffin
God help me to know your love
Help me to face the day
Hasten the end of this body’s clay
Deliver me to my love above
Nightfall
Nightfall 7/6/2011
Set em up
And knock em down
One after another
And another
Just to keep going
And just to say goodbye.
I was trying to pass the time
And I was trying to get away
Anything to recapture that feeling
Irreplaceable and fleeting.
Those memories
Of a time and place
When anything was possible
And nothing ever hurt.
But pain is inevitable
And so is sudden horror
Something’s just to beautiful to last
Beyond understanding
And replication.
Those without imagination
Will never understand
What it means to dream
And what it means to live.
For if a man has never lived
Then he is already dead
And he carries his tomb every day
And cries out every night.
Look around
And see the world
Marvel at what man has made
When no one says a world
And only the evil are angry.
We are like frogs in hot water
Just waiting and waiting
As the water gets hotter
And we don’t do a thing.
Desensitized and defeated
We absorb and quietly seethe
But the streets are empty
And we never rock the boat.
But I want to tip it over
And watch it sink
And I want to set the world on fire
Even if I am hated
And no one understands.
You can’t ever change a thing
If your head is in the sand
And you can’t make any difference
Until you break free.
The deep water is out there
But we are stuck in the shallows
Pretending that all is well
And that nothing is wrong.
The prophets warned us
And the truth is coming home
Because now that right is wrong
They will say wrong is right.
But it’s not over yet
And the good shall have their say
But not without suffering
And not without loss.
There are more debts to pay
But the worst
Are not my fault
But God also watches
And God also knows.
In a few hours
The night will fall
And I will rise
Pitiless and hungry.
Set em up
And knock em down
One after another
And another
Just to keep going
And just to say goodbye.
I was trying to pass the time
And I was trying to get away
Anything to recapture that feeling
Irreplaceable and fleeting.
Those memories
Of a time and place
When anything was possible
And nothing ever hurt.
But pain is inevitable
And so is sudden horror
Something’s just to beautiful to last
Beyond understanding
And replication.
Those without imagination
Will never understand
What it means to dream
And what it means to live.
For if a man has never lived
Then he is already dead
And he carries his tomb every day
And cries out every night.
Look around
And see the world
Marvel at what man has made
When no one says a world
And only the evil are angry.
We are like frogs in hot water
Just waiting and waiting
As the water gets hotter
And we don’t do a thing.
Desensitized and defeated
We absorb and quietly seethe
But the streets are empty
And we never rock the boat.
But I want to tip it over
And watch it sink
And I want to set the world on fire
Even if I am hated
And no one understands.
You can’t ever change a thing
If your head is in the sand
And you can’t make any difference
Until you break free.
The deep water is out there
But we are stuck in the shallows
Pretending that all is well
And that nothing is wrong.
The prophets warned us
And the truth is coming home
Because now that right is wrong
They will say wrong is right.
But it’s not over yet
And the good shall have their say
But not without suffering
And not without loss.
There are more debts to pay
But the worst
Are not my fault
But God also watches
And God also knows.
In a few hours
The night will fall
And I will rise
Pitiless and hungry.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Death No Longer Smiles a poem
Death no longer smiles 7/1/2011 10:36 pm EST
They always told me
To be careful
And they always warned me
To love what I had.
Reminding me every day
About how lucky I was
When I already knew
And I already cared.
Death has given birth
To something
Something he didn’t know
And never wanted.
A new man
With an iron heart
Twice as determined
With nothing to prove
And nothing left to lose.
Do you remember?
When we were on the roof
Sitting on lawn chairs
And watching the sunrise
Did you really know me?
And did you know that I loved you?
I didn’t know it then
Because something’s take time
That all great things come with pain
And much was yet to come.
I was surrounded then
And it was all fun and games
But life has tipped them over
And the pieces are everywhere
Too small to find
And too jagged to swallow.
I didn’t feel a thing
And I did what I wanted
Never pausing long enough
To see any difference
Or feel any pain.
But I have paid the price
And I have paid it well
More than I ever dreamed
Asleep in a nightmare
And dreaming I was awake.
No one lives forever
But you can’t kill a ghost
And I am waiting in the dark
Just to take what is mine.
I have gone away
But I am coming back
And I will once again level my eyes
And you will understand.
I know where to go
And I know what to do
Through the window
And up the stairs
Coming back to collect my heart.
My grip is like iron
And my teeth are sharp
Stronger than I was
And moving with the shadows.
Death has gone away
And now he no longer smiles
Because he knows the time
And the end is near.
The wounds are healing
And the scars are fading
The skin knitting over
My ancient broken bones.
I shall not wait
And I shall not be turned
But coming back again and again
To crush, break and tear.
I am alive
And more than ever
I can feel the electricity
Surging in my veins.
The waters are still
And the sky in silent
While everyone tries to sleep
But I am rising with the angels
Ready to ride
And ready to live.
She told me
That life was for living
And that is what she did
But cut off too short
She remains perfect
And wordless.
I know what love is
And I know what it is not
And nothing will hold me
Not tonight
And not tomorrow.
We don’t know when
And we don’t know how
But life happens
Against all the odds of eternity
We have lived and we know.
Each one a half
To another missing piece
Joined by smallest of chances
And the thinnest of connections.
Born unto the world
For some kind of reason
And together we make a whole
Something greater
And something profound.
The story is unfinished
And you will see me again
Back to where we always were
In the last perfect world.
They always told me
To be careful
And they always warned me
To love what I had.
Reminding me every day
About how lucky I was
When I already knew
And I already cared.
Death has given birth
To something
Something he didn’t know
And never wanted.
A new man
With an iron heart
Twice as determined
With nothing to prove
And nothing left to lose.
Do you remember?
When we were on the roof
Sitting on lawn chairs
And watching the sunrise
Did you really know me?
And did you know that I loved you?
I didn’t know it then
Because something’s take time
That all great things come with pain
And much was yet to come.
I was surrounded then
And it was all fun and games
But life has tipped them over
And the pieces are everywhere
Too small to find
And too jagged to swallow.
I didn’t feel a thing
And I did what I wanted
Never pausing long enough
To see any difference
Or feel any pain.
But I have paid the price
And I have paid it well
More than I ever dreamed
Asleep in a nightmare
And dreaming I was awake.
No one lives forever
But you can’t kill a ghost
And I am waiting in the dark
Just to take what is mine.
I have gone away
But I am coming back
And I will once again level my eyes
And you will understand.
I know where to go
And I know what to do
Through the window
And up the stairs
Coming back to collect my heart.
My grip is like iron
And my teeth are sharp
Stronger than I was
And moving with the shadows.
Death has gone away
And now he no longer smiles
Because he knows the time
And the end is near.
The wounds are healing
And the scars are fading
The skin knitting over
My ancient broken bones.
I shall not wait
And I shall not be turned
But coming back again and again
To crush, break and tear.
I am alive
And more than ever
I can feel the electricity
Surging in my veins.
The waters are still
And the sky in silent
While everyone tries to sleep
But I am rising with the angels
Ready to ride
And ready to live.
She told me
That life was for living
And that is what she did
But cut off too short
She remains perfect
And wordless.
I know what love is
And I know what it is not
And nothing will hold me
Not tonight
And not tomorrow.
We don’t know when
And we don’t know how
But life happens
Against all the odds of eternity
We have lived and we know.
Each one a half
To another missing piece
Joined by smallest of chances
And the thinnest of connections.
Born unto the world
For some kind of reason
And together we make a whole
Something greater
And something profound.
The story is unfinished
And you will see me again
Back to where we always were
In the last perfect world.
Eight O' Clock
Eight o’ clock
Maybe another night
Or maybe another day
Never for a moment free
But no matter how hard they grasp
All shall pass away.
You can go here
Or you can go there
And always get your way
But in the end it will not matter
As all shall pass away.
They show their hatred
But never the truth
And they sow cruelty
But no one says a word.
The more that happens
The more that I know
And the more that it hurts
The more that they shall lose.
A snails crawls across a razor
And I survive another day
Until tonight when again I rise
And all shall pass away.
They have the money
And they make their plans
All based upon a lie
But they shall fall into a trap
And all shall pass away.
A Trojan horse was built
And now it sits and judges
But it too shall be exposed
And all shall pass away.
They take all they can
But it shall never be enough
Always looking for something more
Just to fill a hole
Where their soul should be
And all shall pass away.
I knew it before it happened
And I laughed
When I hung up the phone
Because this too is dead and gone
And all shall pass away.
The blood of the good
Cries out from the ground
To tell the truth
That no one will hear.
They beg for justice
And so do I
Just waiting for something
Something to happen
Or something to change.
By their greed
You shall know them
The selfish and the shallow
Nothing too small to go unnoticed
And always cruel.
They shall have their glory
And they shall have their name
But all is not what it seems
And all shall pass away.
Maybe another night
Or maybe another day
Never for a moment free
But no matter how hard they grasp
All shall pass away.
You can go here
Or you can go there
And always get your way
But in the end it will not matter
As all shall pass away.
They show their hatred
But never the truth
And they sow cruelty
But no one says a word.
The more that happens
The more that I know
And the more that it hurts
The more that they shall lose.
A snails crawls across a razor
And I survive another day
Until tonight when again I rise
And all shall pass away.
They have the money
And they make their plans
All based upon a lie
But they shall fall into a trap
And all shall pass away.
A Trojan horse was built
And now it sits and judges
But it too shall be exposed
And all shall pass away.
They take all they can
But it shall never be enough
Always looking for something more
Just to fill a hole
Where their soul should be
And all shall pass away.
I knew it before it happened
And I laughed
When I hung up the phone
Because this too is dead and gone
And all shall pass away.
The blood of the good
Cries out from the ground
To tell the truth
That no one will hear.
They beg for justice
And so do I
Just waiting for something
Something to happen
Or something to change.
By their greed
You shall know them
The selfish and the shallow
Nothing too small to go unnoticed
And always cruel.
They shall have their glory
And they shall have their name
But all is not what it seems
And all shall pass away.
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