LONE FIGHTER
Where were you lone fighter that swung your blows until your fists had met their ends
Lined with gems, and fleece, and sunsets the color of ripe papayas until we had forgotten your every grin
Grapes of timeless wines
Me knowing that time isn’t mine
An orchard swallow
Dry throat that goes hollow
As the unfurling of the confined free themselves to begin their end
The olden princess rides high on the snowflake’s reflection in the white steed’s eye
Beneath the hooves of the beast slithers a scaly blackness rippling trough the wavering rye
To the vanishing point of the fences
History’s lenses
Where children go unwatched exploring and discovering
Cradled only by the heat of the afternoon smothering
And a sense of fear scaring so motherly
With swords of peace that are covered in blood
While riddled grounds display vessels of hatred that long ago loved
My darling the painting, is the image reflection of inspirations
Vanity, idols, sculptures and a hate for the knowledge that never changes
Coming from a lifetime away on a voyage to attain one drip of the scarce pure drops
Yet the intent behind the journey has only re-enforced for eternity that the dams must remain locked
SULLEN MOMENTS
A lifetime away where our life was spent
When we had no concept of eternity or any idea where time went
When the sky met the horizon in a much simpler manner
I held you close to me with a cherishing vanity
The splendor of your tender eyes
Like an ember that I will remember for one million frozen nights
The harvest of innocence
Stock piled without a single to remember them
Nothing can substitute you
Or the bond that is hanging in the fray
Ever slightly blowing away
Grain by tiny grain
Top of the hour glass; not even one remains
THE CHRISTMAS RAPTURE
The second coming is upon us
A birth of a new age is rippling through the swamp of the ages
Believers cry out
“Where have you been, you promised your return and we have seen it not.”
Silent night, the holy night
Not a whisper in return
The second coming is closing in
Timeless fantastical narrative waits to be uttered
Proof is never needed, faith must remain stead fast
Our morals crumble as we value materials over humans
We worship the products of slavery in hopes to have individuality
The hedonistic tendencies are excused with mythologies
The silent and holy night where a virgin was impregnated by a ghost and is cherished by all the good boys and girls
The world stands on end as the new anti-Christ promises salvation through evil deeds
His only promise is hatred and authority will not compromise
Not a single word of hope crosses his lips beyond a meme of restoring greatness again
More gluttony, more vanity
A sickly pig must be slaughtered and placed on the Christmas table
Alters that the pitiless slay the innocent on must shine with crimson waters once more
The second, second coming! Cascading through the empty sockets that power nothing.
We dare not mention zero photos and the lack of evidence
But oh is it coming... that surge of something cruel and judgmental and sick with the wrath of illogical preaching straight from Bethlehem
Unfounded and baseless and cherished like a brand new logo... the second time around
A birth of a new age is rippling through the swamp of the ages
Believers cry out
“Where have you been, you promised your return and we have seen it not.”
Silent night, the holy night
Not a whisper in return
The second coming is closing in
Timeless fantastical narrative waits to be uttered
Proof is never needed, faith must remain stead fast
Our morals crumble as we value materials over humans
We worship the products of slavery in hopes to have individuality
The hedonistic tendencies are excused with mythologies
The silent and holy night where a virgin was impregnated by a ghost and is cherished by all the good boys and girls
The world stands on end as the new anti-Christ promises salvation through evil deeds
His only promise is hatred and authority will not compromise
Not a single word of hope crosses his lips beyond a meme of restoring greatness again
More gluttony, more vanity
A sickly pig must be slaughtered and placed on the Christmas table
Alters that the pitiless slay the innocent on must shine with crimson waters once more
The second, second coming! Cascading through the empty sockets that power nothing.
We dare not mention zero photos and the lack of evidence
But oh is it coming... that surge of something cruel and judgmental and sick with the wrath of illogical preaching straight from Bethlehem
Unfounded and baseless and cherished like a brand new logo... the second time around
A SINGLE WHISPER
Gaze through the galactic window into memoirs
Soft plush and free of dust
Cold and solid and lined with rust
Excommunicated - sealed in wax
A recursive loop segments as it refracts
Paradox of over consumption in the crevice of what is lacked
Sealed in an ancient tomb and inscribed with future languages
Epigraph stamped into the circuit board staff
Encrypted maths
Fiber optic head dress worn by a witch that laughs
Hanging in the back shadows of the binary Mass
Worshiping the ghost leader vomiting the ectoplasm splash
Zero one zero dot dot dash slash
Semiotic spells cast
Deciphered from the electroencephalography
The blind folded march on to their nuclear winter chanting the names of their false prophets
Even the strongest lion can be stabbed by a horn
In the inkiest of nights during the coldest of shivers
A life time of slavery told in a single whisper
Soft plush and free of dust
Cold and solid and lined with rust
Excommunicated - sealed in wax
A recursive loop segments as it refracts
Paradox of over consumption in the crevice of what is lacked
Sealed in an ancient tomb and inscribed with future languages
Epigraph stamped into the circuit board staff
Encrypted maths
Fiber optic head dress worn by a witch that laughs
Hanging in the back shadows of the binary Mass
Worshiping the ghost leader vomiting the ectoplasm splash
Zero one zero dot dot dash slash
Semiotic spells cast
Deciphered from the electroencephalography
The blind folded march on to their nuclear winter chanting the names of their false prophets
Even the strongest lion can be stabbed by a horn
In the inkiest of nights during the coldest of shivers
A life time of slavery told in a single whisper
