Some Days

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Woken by another head splitting ache

Dead between the eyes and all the way through

I rise again, yet it seems only for rising’s sake

No more dragons to slay, or wild dreams to pursue

 

Eyes bloodshot and weary from their distorted view

Following another interminable nights toss and turn

I should be accustomed to it after all, it’s nothing new

Day after day, night after night, same old crash and burn

 

Another day, another dollar in debt and the well gets deeper

Hard to survive one more day on the unforgiving mean streets

Slave to the grind, yet I continue to be thy masters keeper

As adversity sees that this dark and hardened heart still beats

 

Comedy and tragedy hide behind a single mask these days

The moon shines bright as if to mock the suns power

Imitation is a weak defense against Sol’s sovereign rays

Yet the hand of uprising will inevitably strike a new hour

 

What is to become of this wars seemingly broken soldier?

I tell you not to spend another second of needless worry for me

For I have the wisdom of ages alongside this chip on my shoulder

 My vengeance will be lightning quick and crystal clear for all to see

 

“Fight the good fight” is a very questionable concept indeed

When, in the end, fighting dirty is the only way to win

“Some days you are the hammer, and some the nail” ; agreed

So call me transgressor if my warfare of self defense is a sin

 

Yes, I have been both the Hammer and the Nail

Enough to know that the hammer only wins if swung

For my aggressors I have one message that will prevail

And for them then, Hells Bells shall be loudly rung

 

I am most certainly the Hammer

And I always come out swinging

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A solitary heart led so far astray

For which a singular beat resides

Persistent within it’s individual confines

Rock steadily pulsing as time ticks away

 

There is no depth to a choir of one

A melancholy song sees harmony unrealized

Yet bring this heart the rhythm of another

And listen to tightly bound miracles come undone

 

Spontaneous symphonies composed in midair

The backbeat of previously broken hearts provide power

To an orchestra of undiscovered and exhilarating dreams

Fantasies of wild imagination that we both will share

 

Heavy rain brings the sound of cymbals crash; frightening

Rolling thunder provided by the sound of uncertainty

Fear of the unknown exists only to be conquered

Our path illuminated by bright flashes of lightning

 

So this solitary heart once led so far astray

Now united with it’s long absent rhythmic double

Symphonic duality tightly woven in it’s intricacy

Two hearts, one pulse; perfect in every way