Grave soot you saved,
while others washed away.
A mask you made,
from ashes and clay.
You hid from the light,
strayed from the way,
masquerading in night,
you evaded the day.
Bewildered and tossed,
unknown to your plight.
Sailing hopeless and lost,
at sea with your blight.
Man is not mask.
Man is not grave.
Man is not God.
A mask cannot save.
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Monday, August 17, 2015
Born to Thanatos
Born to Thanatos,
I am an heir to the crypt.
I waltz with Erebus,
And into Nix I drift.
My deeds lay undiscovered,
Covered in the mist,
Wretched- wretched-
Is the man with no hope in his midst.
Adoption by Phos-
Brother to the One.
Son to the Father, and
The Father delights in His Son.
My deeds were discovered,
Revealed by the sun,
I was given two choices-
Life, love, and surrender,
or death, hatred, and run.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I've Got Something to Say
I've got something to say,
I must confess,
I gotta get this off my chest,
the words you speak are full of death-
with breath that reeks of decaying flesh.
You peeps are sheep,
following what Society Simon says,
but if we all follow Simon-
we'll all end up dead.
Christ is life,
read the words that are red,
two will go to sleep,
but one will be left in bed.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Blighted by Your Beauty
Blighted by your beauty,
I ask you if it's fair-
to shine so brightly,
O jewel so rare.
Left forever wanting-
a gemstone I can't obtain,
an image so haunting,
yet empty-handed I remain.
I ask you if it's fair-
to shine so brightly,
O jewel so rare.
Left forever wanting-
a gemstone I can't obtain,
an image so haunting,
yet empty-handed I remain.
Trading Fate- in progress
Left to love unrequited,
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.
I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.
I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
Poison
Sin is but a poison oh so sweet,
a victim to its taste,
we continue to eat.
Wise men resist,
fools get their full,
they can try what they might,
but life still pays its toll.
a victim to its taste,
we continue to eat.
Wise men resist,
fools get their full,
they can try what they might,
but life still pays its toll.
Monday, December 17, 2012
A Convenient Shade
A convenient shade,
E'en a shell could do,
A companion made,
While fair eyes pursue.
Sip the sweet,
Heart of honey and manna dew,
A soul deplete,
But the fair made anew.
Baiting, baiting,
Abruptly ends,
A broken heart,
Left to mend.
Left alone,
While fair hand-in-hand,
Comfort companion,
Nothing more than a broken man.
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