Blind

Sinkhole

You wonder if it's all a joke
If pews and mosques are blowing smoke
For what could fix what's all gone broke
On this side of the sky?
If anything else truly existed
Could this degradation have persisted
Or is this life merely consisted
Of this side of the sky?
Can anything care when there's so much wrong
The birds don't sing, for there's no song
If God were there, why are we so alone
On this side of the sky?
All ends well, is it just a phrase
Is God rebelling, is it just a phase
If we've torn down heaven, is it hell we raise
On this side of the sky?
Is hope ever more than temporary
Destruction more transient than scary
Can we be more than ordinary
On this side of the sky?
Would that something more draws nigh
Would that it's not all a lie
Would that all our tears would dry
On this side of the sky.
Would that I'd look and finally see
Would that I'd hear the turning key
Would that I'd turn and there would be
Life on this side of the sky.

Streetlight People ooh ooh ooh ooh

chalk

In the bleak frigidity
The patterned irrigidity
Is slowly spun to life
What began as mostly gas
Turns into gently woven glass
Falling in the night
Every line of every limb
Outlined against the frozen grim
Of breathing crystal
Against this myriad anomaly
I'm but a jaded homily
An uprising against the white
Do not waste your time on me
'Tis a venture into villainy
To rage against this night.
So watch the symphony untold
The triumphant tragedy unfold
Do not forget this sight.
I should seem a frail conspiracy
An anarchist full of tyranny
If I did not wipe my eyes
For 'neath the blanket's gleaming swell
We see in time all will be well
We gaze into the light.

"There is no spoon" ~ The Matrix

Dr. Frankenstein

Two parts monster, one part man
On two thirds ocean, one part sand
A decaying foot, a rotting hand
One part monster, two parts man.
It seems I've written this before
But I shall write the same once more
I only live through things that kill
Only charge when it's up a hill
How can I make you understand
Three parts monster, no parts man,
I never bothered asking should
Jumping straight to did from could
What I've wrought, it shouldn't be
What I've seen, I shouldn't see
One part monster, two parts man
How can it be that, when all I am
Is two parts monster, one part man?
How can I be more than I am
If three parts monster, there's no man.
With a bit of electricity
A dash of eccentricity
Sprinkled ingenuity
I made from scraps a mutiny
Against the human parts of me
Against the sparked divinity
That slept within my breast
What if the monster is my best?
Instead of why I wondered can
Became more a monster, less a man
Can I ever flip it back again
For the monster's free, you understand
Yes, the monster, it's alive!

'Tis True, 'Tis Pity, and Pity 'Tis 'Tis True

Doubt

He comes, though knowing not the hour
We wait, though many claim the power
To delineate, the moment he'll arrive.
We bait, our collective breath
And hold, through prediction's death
Still wrong, no matter how we strive.
Every system of prediction
Leads some to duty's dereliction
Seeking the moment hope's revealed.
Seems said moment never comes
Turning faith to skeptics, some
Doubt that he remains concealed.
Instead suspect he never was
And therefore that he never does
Deliver anything, beg us understand
That algebra and varied sums
Tell us that he never comes
There is no Pizza Hut Delivery Man.

"He chose . . . poorly" ~ Raiders of the Lost Ark

Choose

The story goes, or so I've been told
That humans once had souls of gold
And then traded them for apples
Thus ever since in varied chapels
We've pleaded, begged for their return
But nothing can ever be unearned.
We put our trust in everything
Yet nothing found could make us sing
The song we were born into
Before humanity came unglued
Before our love was misconstrued
As lust, as governmental trust
As coveting all that we had just
Seen in those around us.
Before we thought that money must
Hold the keys to happiness
Instead finding only loss and stress
And endless, vacant emptiness
As our love turned to duress.
We tried loving sex and loving land
We tried loving spitting in the hand
Of everyone we saw in need
We tried loving words and deeds
Governments, kings, came back to greed
Tried loving ornamental jewels and beads
But there was naught that did not kill us
Everything that once did thrill us
Now placed daggers in our backs
We watched the world now fade to black.
But one man came, and one man said
What you've loved has left you dead
But my love is stronger than all attacks
And when you fail, I can love you back
To life.

hmm

Big Ben

Tick

Someone’s having children

Tick

Someone’s finding love

One

Descending like a dove

Tick

Is all they've ever dreamed of

Tick

Two

Are now united

Tick

While I am unrequited

Tick

Three

Moved from company to crowd

Tick

That sound is growing loud

As the hour approaches

Four

Another closing door

Tick

And time is spinning fast

Five

Ticks are tocking past

Every time I blink

Six

Teeter on the brink

Tick

Effervescent joy

May have sprung a leak

Seven

Perfect lines

One above and one beside

Tick

Eight

Another one escapes

I don’t begrudge a kinder fate

Nine

Tails, a single lash

Tick

Another leaking ash

As they explode into fulfillment

Ten

Times what they had

Tick

More bittersweet than sad

At your quick reversing fortune

Eleven

The hour growing late

The desperate giving in to hate

But I alone will wait

For Twelve

A lifetime ticking past

Die is always for another cast

Tick

And I shall always be the last.

Abyss and the Rise of Monsters

Cain

Maybe I have killed my brother
Though I never knew his name
For now of the whole of us
Just one of us remain
And I, I stand here weeping
Though I know I weep in vain.
There now this mark upon my brow
Upon my cheek, my hand, my neck
Come now this blemish on my vow
As I'm salvaged from the wreck
Still I never knew his name.
This mark exists protecting me
From vengeance of the same
Or perhaps reminding me
I shall always weep in vain.
Yes perhaps it is a stain
A sign denoting God's mistake
A symbol proving God is great
To others as it mocks my fall.
For no one answers when I call
No one comes to light my dark
A mistake created on a lark
Now bearer of the murd'rer's mark.

Thump Thump Thump _____________________

DNR

Should ever my brain stop ticking
Should my heart cease its pulsing dance
Neither charge nor clear for I'm not clicking
Back into this happenstance.
Should this pain at last contort
My mind beyond it's will to cope
I'll be gone, so please resort
What's left to those who still have hope.
Do not come looking should I be lost
Found vacant in the the tides of time
My soul is burnt amid the dross
I've at last escaped this pantomime.
The strings are cut that kept me moving
I'll no more twitch to another's hand
I'm free, I'm free, I'm past reproving
I'm ash and dust. I'm rocks and sand.
When someday this last ache consumes me
Let my tarnished soul to rest
Take what you want, then let me be
It's all a lie, and I told it best.