Four Score and Seven

you bleed

and now this...

strong seed wilts...

and dies... or we think.

if you could try you would

but you only sink

and though we thought...

that you could...

you can't...

and as you bleed...

and sink...

we all laugh...

but your will is strong

far too strong to break

so here we'll laugh

as you die

from so much...

loss of blood

but you won't cry

you won't squeal

you know you need

you know you want

to make us stop

stop our laughing...

but we can't help it

stop? ourselves?

but surely you could...

you can see... we can't feel

the blood that you're losing...

so we steal your last...

long slow sad years

and take the moments

that you might use...

to speak your stomach...

we take this time...

and fill it...

with our laughter...

surrounding such as you...

lonely. dying. wretched.

we all see you...  yes we do...

preserving nothing...

but your smile...

we carry on...

so strong with in...

all our trust... all our love...

all our kindness... all our blood...

now we dance around your grave...

before we bury your hopeless soul...

we celebrate your collapse...

bleeding... and sinking...

screaming... and weeping...

you smile back... as we echo again...

our laughter (always) that never ends...

slowly you drown with in our joy.

your bones each break...

by the blows of our bile...

for as we drool... the froth gathers pace...

as giddy chatters increase...

the race begins to slow.

and grain by grain, the dirt it drops...

settling slowly on your bloody stains,

and long enduring smile...

your heart is tired... you're hurt...

now we take your possessions

and rape them of worth

we call all your loved ones

and they join in the laughter

we run in free form...

upon your still form...

as the last dirty specs...

of brown sand slowly settle...

we laugh till we die...

and our children step in...

to carry this burden...

giddy laughter till death...

and a dance on that grave...

the dirt will still pile...

and that life that we took...

though still living beneath...

will grow farther... and farther...

as the blind  follow suit...

as they were instructed...

its not what we wanted...

but they thrive in our faults...

so they.... will keep laughing...

lacking not shovels...

but merely the knowledge...

that they all deserved...

but each one was deprived...

it may have been our shame...

of who lay down there... 

so beaten... so bloodied...

so deep in the ground...

for our shame... and our pride...

we have sent them to rot...

to laugh on a grave stone...

till they pass away...

and so by our folly...

their offspring and wives...

will be damned just the same...

this all falls... all on us...

we who failed to dig...

it falls on us all...

those who laughed...

and who buried...

it falls down like a semi...

on us each... every one...

you now know... or you should...

that you stand... the culprit...

we... as a body... 

step by step... have become...

the sole founding fathers...

of earth... far from home...

The Ultimate Affair

The Ultimate Affair: Humanity and Sin

With eyes of piercing darkness

And teeth stained crimson red

Her clenched claws wield the weapon

That renders man now dead

She said that she would love him

She would be his to hold

But now that she has stabbed him

His heart is frozen cold

His happiness is done

And now she turns her back

She doesn’t want his love

‘Cause her heart is deathly black

Seducing him with words

He trusted in a theft

And now that she is gone

For man there’s nothing left

She’ll haunt him to the end

And though the end has come

She’ll live on in his mind

‘Till insanity has won

She always was a slut

She never stuck with one

She moved from man to man

And he was only one

He didn’t know her heart

He didn’t know her vice

He didn’t know that she

Would sell for higher price

He offered her himself

Upon her love he fed

But what he didn’t see

Was that she’d drop him dead

The player played the played

And judgment didn’t show

Sinner turned to winner

The righteous left to crow

She didn’t love his heart

But just to touch his skin

Thus ending the affair

A Twix humanity and sin

the Final Trial

The Final Trial

Betrothed to Satan’s daughter

Whose maiden name is lust

Mankind awaits its slaughter

Its beauty turned to dust

Slaves to sinful pleasure

And servants of deceit

Man’s self control will measure

The judgment that he meet

Pride consumes the hearts

That used to be so true

Tearing friends apart

All that’s left is you

The end is coming quickly

It’s ever drawing near

So stand and don’t you waver

For courage lacks all fear

You know that you must stand

And face it to the end

For then you’ll see Him say

“Well done my faithful friend”

This is the final test
There is no 2^nd go

If Hades you can best

Then heaven you will know

Standing at hell gates

This way you’ve never felt

Drained of all emotion

You watch your baby melt

Devastation hits you

Your lover’s in the fire

He cannot feel your warmth

Because the heat cannot go higher

You turn from him and see

Your brother, he is screaming

His flesh is falling from his bones

And for him there’s no redeeming

You scream unto the heavens

“Oh God why have you done this?”

His voice it shakes the floor

“Who betrayed me with kiss?”

“My son, don’t feel guilt

Just please don’t fall down

‘Cause this time there’s winners

Who will bear my crown

Don’t falter my son

Don’t die by the flame

This time I can’t save you

You’ll take your own blame

This time you must choose

Once and for all

Sin you must lose
Or succumb to the fall”

You stand up and scream

At all those around you

“Betrayers, deceivers

May you all burn through

He bent over back wards

Gave you every breathe

But you spit in his face

And now hell brings you death

He forgave all your sins

He helped you with hurt

But you only ignored him

And now here you burn

He loved you so much

He offered you freedom

But in return for his kindness

You ruthlessly beat him”

You turn from their cries

You’ve no more to say

But the king you despise

He stands in your way

His smile is rotting

And you draw your sword

Deflecting your blow

He calls on the horde

Surrounding you now

They thrash and they bite

Bloody and sore

You stand up and fight

Demons they fall

By the hand of your blade

The bodies they pile

And victor is made

You grab hold his scepter

And snap it in two

Then open the gate

And venture on through

There stands your father

He’s smiling proud

And as you embrace him

New peace you have found

Gradual Forthcomings

push thru darkness
stay unbroken
plow with purpose
nurse the choking
fall no further
come unbury
all your sinful
sanctuary
stumble standing
hold thee ready
rise up and firm
walk on steady
leave not the path
relight the fire
seek out the truth
never retire
find wisdom true
hear donkeys call
discover dreams
and let dreams fall
just set the pace
he'll pave the path
you be the pen
he'll do the math
believe in hope
do not define
let go of self
and snap pride's spine
breed no contempt
but that of sin
cut out your wrongs
or cut your shins
this painful walk
conceives this war
'tween fans of flesh
and sons of more
fractured families
trying to say
that they're the one
the only way

The Martyrs Forest

sick saddening sorrow and secret sins
bring to my heart it's beating and bleeding
dented and searching a lost hollow tin
pulsating lifeless orb of no meaning
a rotting assumption with out defense
cruelly taunted and shattered again
casualty watching fatality's tempts
knees with out skin to count the falls taken
sleeping in trees and walking in grass
where branches are burning and blades are such
a place where the dead are those who run fast
the living are slow and cold to the touch
from act of stabbing self most would recoil
but truth knows i'll burn with out blood to boil

Fall Short: The Sent and those Sought

When the blind try walking in circles
Skill by repetition is lost
Through propaganda and hurdles
Power overrides cost
In this place where some words are spoken
Certain others are not
Suits with free will to soak in
Blue collar dreams left to rot
Worshiping colors and numbers
Not resting ever till peace
Day by day becoming no humbler
Feeling like less than the least
Striving to make up for failure
Achieving by power of man
Trying and trying to trail her
The dream that they've built in the sand
Taking in breathe when we need
Neglecting its gift elsewhere always
Pushed by passion of greed
While slowly our soft hearts decay
Never once sharing the answers
Of questions 'unasked' or 'unheard'
Telling those lost in themselves
That they're lacking all aim, so absurd
The dilemma presents itself here
In a solely success driven nation
As those sent to save save themselves
So this body's dead cells find inflation
A single undead working cell
I cry out I call to the remnants
Don't you want to escape fires of hell?
Don't you want to give them that chance?
I do. And here I make my final choice
To grant them theirs with the cry of my voice

Burning Chickens

Walk
The floor
Breathe the smoke
As chickens bock
Keep
Your cool
Sit a midst
The burning deep
Stay
Never
Close your eyes
Let chaos play
See
Frantic
Searching tries
To fly to flee
Those
Who run
Find the flame
But wisdom chose
Still
Composed
Knowing that
Suicide kills
Child
Chicken
Calm yourself
These flames are wild
Try
Escape
Fan that flame
And you will die
Spread
Your wings
Start to flap
The Flames are fed
Choose
Your way
Burn the burns
Or cut the fuse