Black, White, and Red

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What, to my surprise, appears behind my bloodshot eyes

To deceive and delude another nights peaceful interlude

 Serenity interrupted by this sandman so corrupted

As my thoughts turn a cartwheel within the surreal

 

This maze full of nothing demands my mistrusting

Doors opening into bricks as my eyes they play tricks

Tumbling upwards shouting “why?!” into an oceanic sky

As nonsense fills my head, with black, white and red

 

The crazy ass clock mocks with it’s ticks and it’s tocks

Believing that I’m scared to see my rationality unspared

I hide in plain sight so illusions find me night after night

Because what they don’t know is this ain’t my first show

 

Patiently waiting at the station for my train to damnation

Mental bags are all packed full of the bizarre and abstract

So now I lay me down to sleep, my sanity surely yours to keep

Or at least to borrow, til the morning sun delivers tomorrow

Warrior DNA

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I have seen the ravages of mortal combat

Spent my share of time “At the front”

Life or death walks a razor wire tight rope

Strung high above the fight for survival below

 

Adversity became my steadfast comrade long ago

Constantly at my side to test my earthly fortitude

That which does not kill only strengthens my resolve

As I have proven repeatedly and with great emphasis

 

Yes; adversity is not my enemy but rather my ally

It is the catalyst to my hunger for strength and knowledge

For I shall never join a battle ill prepared or uninformed

Wisdom tells me that awareness provides a deadly arsenal

 

So here I stand on this familiar ground once again

A new battlefield holds all the trappings of an age old war

My blood boils with the anticipation of adrenaline’s rush

As I step forward confidently to deliver my new rivals demise

Blood Red

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A path gets dark and twisty in the deepest wood

Easy to forget not to stray from an overgrown path

When the rain comes down it’s time to don your hood

Beware the dangers of a forest filled with fury and wrath

 

Stay on course and hastily make your way

With a purpose in mind and a goal to achieve

Un-frightened by ominous sounds of the day

Oblivious to peril inside a land of make believe

 

A coarse growl penetrates the mist and rain

A guttural noise that would bring a chill to the bone

An ageless cacophony only resembling torturous pain

Sacrificial feast to be made of a lost soul found all alone

 

Confrontation of the seemingly naïve and innocent

Not a care in the world under fragility of trusting youth

Apparently without knowledge of the outcome imminent

Literally a “Babe in the woods” unprepared for nail and tooth

 

A simple task conveyed; a thoughtful visitation the mission

On this bleak and dreary, wet and treacherous morning

To continue onward, safe passage required permission

Unready for anything resembling conflict without warning

 

What would Grandmother say about this gruesome scene?

When hackles were raised and razor sharp teeth were bared

Flesh ripped from bone and the mist obtained a scarlet sheen

After the events were relayed, Grandmother only declared…

 

Sakes alive my little Red

That poor, poor wolf

He never had a chance.

Timeless Query

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Which came first?

A pointless question unless balanced

With the knowledge of purpose

 

One cannot exist without the other

Each has its critical role to play

Within this unending prosperity

 

It matters not at all

Which witnessed the first dawn

As both are of equal importance

 

Yet the debate lives

Not merely to continue, but to thrive

In the tiny minds of the short sighted

 

All the while

The balance is kept steady

By the strength of Libran harmony

 

Unwavering are these scales

Under the monumental strain of confusion

One true purpose shines in bright crystalline

 

Order is of no importance

When coexistence is ruled by synchronicity

And the greater purpose is fulfilled

 

Ruled over by perfect balance

Under protection of a devoted Pisces sky  

No limits shall ever exist

 

To those who ask meaningful questions

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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

Night Light

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Is there anything as terrifying

As an irrational fear of the dark?

Is that truly where the monsters play

And the Demons leave their mark?

 

Not just a frightened child’s torment

Or a figment of wild imagination

Never ever can it be honestly said

That this dread is of minds creation

 

Age or gender is of no consequence

When referring to matters of dark oblivion

For the creatures of the blackened realm

Exist within or without absolute obsidian

 

Truth be told they are always there

Needing not the shadows to hide inside

Free to roam under a midnight sky

Yet uncompelled to be nighttime’s bride

 

What you must understand as wholly true

Is that what lurks in obscurity just out of sight

Is not only the horror of what cannot be seen

But also thrives alongside us in the light

Pain Train

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So the world is your playground

Or at least that is what you think

Swing from the bars with the simians

Until the day turns into darkness

 

Taken for granted everything that matters

As they lay so many roses at your feet

 Business as usual until your stepping stones

Become a path that leads to your tomb

 

Others wish to see you find your way

By providing safe refuge from the inner storm

That very storm now destroys everything in it’s wake

As the horizon brings signs of trouble on it’s way

 

Far too much maelstrom to be reversed

As there is no one left to pick up the pieces

A precious pearl of perfect disaster

Left all alone to wallow in your solitary misery

 

Wading through the corpses you have piled up

Without a second thought or heavy conscience

One day the dead will rise and hell will be paid

You will recognize each cold face of retribution

 

So be wary of the times when things feel calm

As you make your way through the wreckage

You feel the warmth of the light approaching

But do not be so foolish as to ignore the rumbling

 

There is only one certainty in this world for you now

Light at the end of the tunnel is most assuredly a train

Strike The Match

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Strike the match and light the fuse

It matters not which way you choose

A walk this way will clearly be bringing

The thundering roar of Hells Bells ringing

 

Take the road all too easily chosen

Seek a souls eternity painfully frozen

Follow the path of the righteously unsung

Absolute truth in “only the good die young”

 

A rat in a trap, it’s a catch twenty two

Damned if you don’t, damned if you do

Who makes the rules in this sickening game?

I need to know where to point finger of blame

 

Dreadful things happen to the best of us all

As malevolence thrives, never taking the fall

Take the good with the bad is what they all say

I say fight, letting chips fall where they may

 

So take not my words of vengeance so lightly

A beacon of salvation shines ever so brightly

Sulfur chokes the sky as flames burn the ocean

The match struck, retribution is set in motion

In Dark Corners

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Brought back to life in a cold sweat

Snapping out of vivid imagination

Taken for a wild ride once again

As the spinning room settles down

Eyes open wide to the possibility

Of reality never coming into focus

An existence dances in the shadows

While illusion grabs up all the light

A place deep inside that takes hold

Playing keep away with proper sanity

Held prisoner inside these four walls

Sunlight and it’s absence are wardens

A jailbreak gets played out every night

Within the confines of a frantic dream

Conceived with careful forethought

Never to be brought to it’s fruition

As it is always deemed much safer

Inside the chain link and razor wire

In Dark Corners of a dangerous mind

Ring Of Fire

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Borne within is the power to burn

A blistering razor wire lies in wait

For the ill-fated who dare oppose

Or the hatefully mindless aggressor

 

Step lightly where only Angels dared tread

Mindful of those who have gone before

Leave no trace of your undesired presence

Knowing a ripple causes permanent waves

 

Never look back at the river of flames

As the ferryman will wait for eternity

To carry you quickly and excruciatingly

Farther away from Dante’s doorway

 

Beware the hungry hounds at the gate

Held in molten chains about to break

Images of Hellfire inside ravenous eyes

Chops licked in such deadly anticipation

 

Once again I caution the boldly unaware

To seek absolution for their atrocities

The “Man In Black” welcomes with open arms

All who are willing to gamble with their soul