Eternity (20/5/07)

The sun begins to rise.
A poet wakes to greet the morning.
Two young lovers kiss the day away.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
An artist goes to sleep.
A girl dies without her love’s last goodbye.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
A musician shoots up one final time.
A young man has lost his one true love.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
Nothing has changed.
Hearts are still broken.
Love remains unconfessed.
Sorrow and pain rule their worlds.
The sun can no longer set.

we disintegrate by nevermore

within the dark communion of self awareness
there lies a void called ego
an endless fusion of stillness and chaos
to bring its death can bring rebirth
I want to freeze the time
(dissolve into gray)
as we disintegrate the light
let the rain come down,
let the solitude surround
I want to change the lines
and purify the divide
are we ever free or slaves to technology
Outside the fallen walls of pride and prejudice
there is a voice that speaks in circles
empty illusions still fall before us
there is no future so profess your pain

Man-Made Man (5/10/07)

Eyes of glass and skin of steel,
The belt just keeps on moving.
Five digits here, five more right there
And plastic nails upon them.

A coat of paint, a latex smile,
The machine creates machines.
This one’s a woman, this a man,
But they all just look the same.

An extra thumb, a crooked tooth
Sent to be recycled.
A perfect face, a perfect race
Of only man-made men.

Ruins (5/10/07)

Welcome to the ruins.
Here lies what’s left of humanity.
Do you feel their presence?
They’re still here. With us.
Reaching out to us.
Can you hear the whispers?
They’re telling us to rebuild
What they failed to maintain.

Do you feel their pain?
Do you see the damage?
Delirium, tears, blood.
I hold our hearts in my cold dead hands.

Welcome to the ruins.
We recreate what they lost.
We create what they never had.
Avenge and celebrate their deaths.
Do you see what remains?
Rebuild. It is ours now.
We are blessed,
For we have what they never knew.

Like a phoenix rises from the ashes,
Welcome to your life.

Scrambled Eggs (15/10/07)

Is is something you eat.
And I like it sometimes.
Scrambled eggs, you say?
Broken that what you think this is about?
Well in a strange way, you’re right.
Scattered poem is not about
An actual this egg.
See this shattered platter?
See how the pieces have heart?
Just like my my…
Now call me nuts.
It’s not my fault
That you can’t understand.

A Tribute to Stigmata (30/10/07)

For Tenny on his birthday

As the Dying Winter Sleeps,
The Swinemaker writes the Book of Skin.
‘Tis a story of his Lucid Hollow Dreams,
A book about the Harvest of Sin.

Wingless, Dezra is Falling Away,
As the Inspired Voices preach their Jazz Theory.
And in My Malice I am Stigmatized,
In my Solitude I am Forgiven, Forgotten.

‘Andura’, the voices whisper,
As we cause our own Extinction.
Silent Chaos Serpentine,
Your venom is Thicker Than Blood.

Message In Verse (25/2/08)

For those who seek to mend the mind,
Answers you shall duly find.
For when you open up your eyes,
Prepare to see and realize.

Look into the deepest depths,
Feels the wind that is your breath.
Smell and see and taste and touch,
Never chatter, listen much.

This path is here for all to take,
Yet the choice is yours alone to make.
And if you choose to truly see,
Take pride in your divinity.

Hear this message, hear this call;
I speak these words to one and all:
We welcome you.

A Poet’s Tragedy (26/5/08)

These nonsense words
Express our emotions.
The words we so despise
Are the only friends we have.
And should the day come
When the words just disappear,
We will finally have something
To write about.

Now, you feed on our pain and tragedy,
As we leave a lasting impression
On a world that cannot care,
Will not care,
Does not know
Who we are, were,
Will be.

We live our lives on the deadened
Nourishment of language,
Being sucked lifeless, emotionless
By those that choose not to see.
And if language finally gives up,
We perish.

A poet’s one true tragedy
Is himself.

my war (26/5/08)

My cryptic cries ignored,
For none can open their minds,
I walk alone in an empty dream
Where death is life’s ambition.

Angels sing and demons cackle
As their kingdoms clash on earth.
And the sole survivor beats
A tragic, lonesome drum.

On my scarlet planet,
The red seas part
To let the blackened hooves pass,
And the crimson sands ripple

As the bloody wings displace them.
The tree of life reaches in vain for some heaven,
Hopelessly sprouting from my own poisoned brain.
This soulless, immortal creature

Will forever be doomed
To a life alone,
Frozen in eternal death.

You were never meant to be,
And for tampering
With the course of the planet,
You must pay.

All those around you will pay,
And their deaths will lie
On your painted skull
Until the end of eternity.

You are at the mercy
Of chaos.

Dear Child of God (5/6/08)

You live your life
By the words of a book,
And it’s words
That you’ve put your faith in.
How can you say
That I’ve forgotten God,
When you don’t even know
Who God is?

You, who call yourself
A child of God,
Are nothing but a hypocrite,
Born of ignorance,
Born of lies,
And caged by the
Dreams of blind faith.

You only believe
In what you’re told,
Not in what you see.
Don’t bow your head
In prayer for me,
For it’s you who needs to see.
Hypocrite,
How dare you judge me.