Fly Away

I close my eyes and fly,
I fly away from everything,
To a land of wondrous sights,
Where children play and angels sing.

Away from Sadness:
He who weighs the eyes.
The killer of spirits,
The bringer of sighs.

Away from Anger:
The most vengeful beast.
With its tusks and horns it attacks,
And destroys even the loveliest feast.

Away from Regret:
The creator of false memories.
Locking up confidence,
And throwing away the keys.

Away from Fear:
The chains that bind
Motivation and courage,
Scarring the flesh, crippling the mind.

Away from Contempt:
The weight that annihilates.
The mightiest heroes and leaders
Must bow and accept their fate.

Suddenly the utopia is swallowed by darkness,
Eyes remain closed, sit in silence.
Must I return to morose reality?
Must paradise be a pretense?

Split in Two

What do you do, oh, what do you do,

What do you do when you’re split in two?

Blissful visions of love, like a bird it flew

High, oh so high, into the sky – so blue.

Cheerless and chronic, you abhor the view:

Amnestic – experienced before but always new.

Eris threw the seed, in your home it grew,

Sensations rose – repressed to sit and stew.

Vibrations amplified and you knew:

There was nothing you could do.

The crimson mountain inevitably blew,

The flames ignite the air on cue,

Fighting fire with fire – an act you rue –

Abandon aggression, put on a new shoe:

Save whomever with your emergency crew.

When all is said and done, the survivors are so few

Vibrations restrained but you knew:

There was nothing you could do.

What do you do, oh, what do you do,

What do you do when you’re split in two?

A Spirit Slighted

(Because it is an obscure reference, James means James the Anabaptist.  Hope that makes more sense.)

I fall and am Lost

Eclipsed by the Dark

I search for the Light

Corporeal Ark

A sea of Shadows

My soul Departed

I drown in Sorrow

My spirit Slighted

Just James knows my Pain

Giving Everything

Thrown over the Edge

Treated as Nothing

Release your Senses

Dismantle the Knife

Return my Spirit

Remedy our Life

Robotics

Continuing with older poems, here is Robotics.  I have one more older poem then i will switch to a schedule of posting a poem every 2-3 days or so, depending on time constraints and whatnot.

Automatons in a line

Configuration of Circuits

All similar in fashion

Ruled by biased conduits

Void of Compassion

Existence designed by another

Agenda determined in advance

Androids of Repetition

Autonomy has no chance

“Unique” is fiction

Brand names printed

On covers of a machine

No liberty for individuality

Independence Obscene

Death of Personality

Walking billboards of business

One falls, a Surrogate fills the spot

No room for horde hysteria

This is the home of the robot

Welcome to America

Oblivion

Didn't have this up on the Blog but i did on my Facebook so i felt i should update what has already been released.  This poem has been used by one of my musical friends as the Intro song for his first CD.  Check out his new band, Defectoplasm, on Facebook if you care to take a look at his stuff.


Fall into Nothingness
The black uncertainty
Darkness' Snare
The jaws of obscurity

Midnight with no moon
A black hole-sun
The relentless Abyss
The dark Oblivion

Static in this state
The Death Swirl flow,
In abundant darkness
The faintest glow

Free the Shackles that bind
Black Eternal Bliss
Light pierces the Night
Rise from Nothingness

The Beast

This is one of my favorite poems i have written because i love the subject of the poem and the deeper meaning i attempt to convey

The beast within, caged in the dark

Bellows for natural freedom

Biting on the binding bars

Refusing to succumb

The beast is the hermit

The darkest cave, its home

Shut away from global eyes

Unable to freely roam

The beast cannot see, cannot hear

Cannot taste, cannot smell

The beast feels the pain and the love

Embedded in the flesh like shrapnel

The beast feels the joy

Feels the love

The beast feels the hurt

Forever requesting the dove

The beast is never the target

Only the victim

The beast is never the cause

Only the outcome

One blade thrust will kill

One bullet is deadly

But neither will cause pain

True pain is given orally

To hurt the beast, no weapon

Use the mouth

To cure the beast, no medicine

Use the truth

The beast is neither flora nor fauna

Nor is the beast mechanical in nature

Yet the beast lives on

Cause it pain, or give it the cure

What is the beast?

To answer is quite fleeting

The beast is inside the living

Slamming the bars, banging and beating.

Colorless Combatants

Another one i wrote a while back but am not completely satisfied with.  I feel i didn't convey what i wanted well enough but i attempted.

A field of Sapphire

Stretched beyond mortal vision

The Somme dwarfed

Only Armageddon akin.

The sharp purity of the place

A blue so wild and savage

Polished gemstones compare not

Human Touch cannot damage.

The loss of light

Robs the gems of vigorous soul

Darkness engulfs the field

Sapphires turn to Coal

But fear not!

The shadowy void is brief

Light sheds the sinister cloak

The coal causes no more grief

This perfect place

Is Fouled by the stench of War

Brought without reason

Forever thirsting for more.

The armies have no leaders

No captain, no general

Every warrior free

Each to their own call.

The gladiators battle

Using ethereal blades

Cutting and slashing ravenously

Until each flees or fades.

These combatants are brothers

All decked in white

Related by nature

But fiercely they fight

Some warriors will lose themselves

Become locked up inside

Their armor will turn a murky black

The need for another to confide

The black ones will fight

But without soul or courage

Emotion must be freed

Or fear perpetual rage

The fields are engaged

Full of colorless combatants

Brothers and strangers

A legend of Decadence