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

Luna’s Spell

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Borne by the moon amidst the mystery of silence

Glimmering light illuminates higher aspiration

Sages and fools alike chase the lofty ideals

Of a myth spawned under pretense of serenity

 

Inception of legend cast in flickering periphery

Cautionary tales of the power of the unseen

Unwavering promises of the peace of heaven above

As whispering breezes bring a restless  calm

 

Unsettled discord between Gods and Goddesses

The troubled wanderings of our night sky’s deity

These things not of an earthly understanding

Shall never be perceived at such a frequency

 

To catch a mere glimpse is a blessing to behold

A shivering shimmer of protective light engulfs

This thirst for knowledge shackles us in darkness

Belief is all we need to be set unquestionably free

 

 

 

 

Surrounded

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I can’t be bothered with all the things that make you leery

Listening to your rhetoric is enough to make me weary

I have pushed the limits of what is what and found but one validity

There is no weight aside from gravity to myths borne of stupidity

 

A coward seeks the things to fear that rationality finds benign

Weaker hearts will shudder at the shadows whispered sign

Another firm belief  based on narrow threads of confusion

Simple souls finding despair wrapped neatly in  illusion

 

Leave your numbered days behind and ignore the full moons calling

Let the sleek black cat find its path wherever its paws are falling

There is no luck to be gathered from a horses worn out shoe

Fortunes can’t be reversed by anything a newfound penny can do

 

Let me lead you to the truth down a path of less resistance

We are children of eternal energy that enlightens our existence

It surrounds and protects, all while quietly stoking our ambitions

Needing no recognition other than our dismissal of superstitions

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.

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

Machine Head

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Can you hear it?

Some would say it is the sound of progress

I beg to disagree

I hear it as nothing more than a dissonant cacophony

The gears turning

No more oil to be applied to the squeaky wheel

Begging for attention

It gets overlooked as the madness overwhelms

The clock ticks

As numerous cogs spin in a pointless frenzy

Inner compass dead

Cracked and crippled without clear direction

Pushing and pulling

One side not knowing the purpose of the other

Grinding and screeching

This is surely the sound of progress denied

Smokestacks billow

Thoughts of growth and development fuel the fire

Belly of the beast

Ravenous for our never ending pursuit of futility

Fed very well

By the rapidly declining machine head

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

Territorial

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Swim in the deeper darker waters

To leave no trace and make no sound

Guarantees not your safe passage

 

Arrogance and egotism splash wildly

As retribution breathes deep far below

A silent yet stealthy killing machine

Firmly dialed into it’s predatory pattern

 

Make no mistake regarding who belongs

This possessor of such powerful elegance

Perilous adjudicator of unpredictable force

Shall enforce it’s rule swiftly and silently

 

Return to the land from where you began

Not so long ago as to know timeless survival

Look upon these scars earned throughout aeons

An infinity of war stories told upon leathery skin 

 

The safety brought about by man’s sheer ignorance

Does not exist beyond the buoys of private beaches

 I warn you to speedily make your way to shore

Or realize the metallic taste of territorial justice