Mischief lept into the hands of death,
Startling perched birds
Into instant explosions skyward.
It drew the sounds of wings
Squabbling on,
And following the commotion
Into the sun
Blindness crept in
And faith began to recoil
Sinking slowly into nevermore
Tag: faith
Stubborn (day 969)
There is nothing that I can do
To change the minds of stubborn fools
Even if I were to try
My wiles on their brute for a while
I’d find my thoughts stuck between
Their fist, my faith, all compiled
And to which end that I seek
Should make it dangerous, us to speak
I seek not, which not begs of me
But which the stubborn fool’s to gain
I’ve Got A Mean Side (day 765)
It’s been my time, wasn’t your time wasted
You small time boss shaking with rage
Warning “this isn’t the usual way things go ’round here”
I know, dipshit, you’re unnecessary
Hardly a fry, five less an empty saloon
My manners were impeccable
Style fitting for the summer air
Wasting my time grounded into the road
Shake hands and show me regret
Perhaps it was due, after all
Trying too hard and against intuition
Believing too much in unproven faith
Warning signs, dead ends
Unanswered calls in the middle of the night
Past me, you can forget my time
It’s nothing to you, nor shall it ever be
I’ve got a bad side, one you cant see
Walk with me and lookout for the score
I’ve got a mean side, one with full words
Don’t remind me of your tomorrows worth
History Sleeps (day 688)
And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred
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It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance
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But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood
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Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego
Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles
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While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth
Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty
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Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter
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Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins
Necessity (day 447)
It’s time like these
That push us forward
That search the records
Of what we’re looking for
It’s melancholy
This act of faith
Trespassing further
Towards the gate
Then, only a whisper
Reaches the ears
For the distance is
A far reproach
Encouraged within
The act of necessity
A grain to learn
A gain to earn
Despair (day 326)
Deep in despair I’ve grown accustomed to the faith
Deep within the circles of sanity
I’ve learned how to point, or rather trace
The glossy edges of vanity
And for how long does the green grass grow over there
How long does the beckoning become
All that is here and lives within the fair
Perhaps more is then left for those with some
Then, with all the crowd cheering aloud
The grasshopper will be trampled and dismantled
Alone in the wilderness the sun and a cloud
Play tricks on life and deaths sampled
Luck (day 22)
With one small jump
A leap of faith
Power held deep
Body; out from within
Grow, vote!
Signals of choice
Aura of voice
Dance in the streets
Aggravate the alchemist
With questions unheard
Inspire the creative
With voices unseen
A solo date
Ballad the masquerade
Carry the team
You. Me. Luck