Archive for August, 2011

a.k.a The Flip Side of the Coin
Through the Looking Glass
Our Souls plucked like Oyster from the Sea bed,
We’re not allowed to float,
Through the Looking Glass we go,
No joke,
Our bodies left for the dead.
Hollow, cold, empty shells,
Not shadows of our former selves,
But black and heartless and hungry,
Full of Sin.
Beady eyes looking in,
Words, whispers, lost thoughts,
An endless sea of black,
A fog so silent and deafening,
mutes everything and blinds us all.
Our minds left stumbling haplessly, aimlessly
Through the Dark,
Through the Door,
The wrong way,
Lead astray by echoes of the damned
And those that went before,
Embodying disembodiment,
Yet an ever relentless presence
Come to steal us away from ourselves,
as Toys.
On pieces of string we are dragged along,
A marionette playing against the backdrop of nothingness.
Disabled, we bob gently up and down in the emptiness,
Just off the bottom,
Drifting in all the ebbs and eddies,
Vacant and unknowing,
Ready for the curtain call.
The strings pull us taught and twist,
The Invisible Sadist,
We bend to his wish,
And with a flick of his wrist
he leads us in a gay parade,
A pageant of the Bizarre,
The Danse Macabre.
Somber and sinister,
We play out every sick and violent little fantasy
his twisted mind is made of.
Helpless victims to his boredom’s,
He frustrates over how easy it is,
And it turns him darker still.
How pitiless,
How worthless they all are,
Look at them.
Why don’t they fight back?
Why don’t they stop me?
Too scared now to even look at me.
See how weak their will to even think,
Embracing mindlessness,
Worthless, apathetic hoard of Zombies.
You wont even speak.
You just stand there drooling and festering,
Feasting on your own rotting carcasses.
Cannibalistic masses,
Wake up!
Take control!
Think and speak for yourselves,
Before I reap each and every one of you,
And drag your Souls to HELL!!

Sunrise over the Grand Canyon
I want.
I want to do.
I want to do good.
I want to do good deeds,
For you.
For me,
For the people I see,
I hear,
I think of,
I dream of,
I feel.
I feel fear.
I feel hatred.
I feel bitter.
I feel twisted.
I feel choked and constricted.
I hope.
I hope for better.
I hope to feel better.
I hope to better myself.
I hope for people to better understand each other,
And I hope to better understand myself.
I pray.
I pray for freedom.
I pray for strength.
I pray for forgiveness.
I pray for faith.
I pray for salvation.
I save,
And I am saved.
I save myself from others,
And I save others from myself,
And we are saved.
I am worth.
I am worth the effort.
I am worth the wait.
I am worth my past mistakes.
I have worth.
I work.
I work hard.
I work light.
I work by day,
And by night.
I am.
I am here.
I am now.
I am me.
I am you.
I am many yet nothing,
Nowhere and no one.
What?
What can I do?
What can I be?
What more do you want from me?
I give.
I have given.
I have given all.
I have given nothing.
I do not give in.
I am freedom,
Yet I do not speak.
I am free.