Red (April)

Blood boils,
Count to ten,
Unleash the hell to begin again.

Life fills the dead body,
Hate fills the soul,
Rage, Rage to live again.

Smiles grace,
The lively death,
Reaper Sirens, the skills of the dead.

Murder, murder,
Underneath,
The happy mask.

***

Boil down the unkempt rage,
Bottle it up,
Pour it down.

Boil up the bloody smiles, et
Unleash all the hidden hate,
Fear does scream from the very pores, from the victim and her fate.

Death smiles,
An unwilling follower,
To the future tortures.

Sickness feeds itself from the Angel of Death,
His rage will be what kills him,
And he smiles for that is what he wants.

***

Hate screams,
And demons boil,
Bogeyman feels his fear.
Michael screams for mercy, and
Gabriel is torn apart,
And from the ensuing mass,
God himself thrown down at last.

It all does follow a cycle of rage,
Fear tomorrow,
Scream back again,
While the wise,
Console what's left,
Control the tongue,
That brought its death.

I wonder why,
The warrior's need the cycle of bloodshed,
They hope to feed,
But the scholar,
Understands the fate,
That comes from those that can't control their hate.
But soon the scholar,
Just must die,
(At least for a little while),
As Wrath consumes it all.



"Its refreshing to not worry about politics, wait...damnit"

ISA

 

Nightmares

I am at my knees,
Seeing in bright lines,
And tiny seeds,
Bury in my mind.
***
I walk on the road,
And see the shadow pacing by,
Buggering a mote,
And whispering of candied flies.
***
Monsters Plague,
A Nightly Rage,
So seemingly vague,
An endless train...of thought.


***

Dreamworld, Dreamworld,
What can it be?
When can the nightmares stop?

Dreamworld, Dreamworld,
How can it be?
When will the murder start?

An endless parody,
Of my untrue self,
Whispers,
Hiding,
At the door,
Waiting sated,
For him to stop,
And me to Start,
An Untimed Rot.

Hurt,
And worried,
"Whisper, Whisper"
Can I find an open door,
To question not,
And pieceful dreams,
All to stop,
An Evermore.

Can I find the open door,
That does not lead to worry,
And eversoar,
Above the waves,
With no need to stop,
To worry finds,
My unrest mind,
And no needs that need to lop and chop.

***

The devil finds his Worry,
Charged,
And massed upon the masses,
To seek and hunt,
The worried runts,
To find himself a game.

In me he finds a challenge thus,
NO apathy,
NO worry must,
Only hunger,
And freedom thrusts,
Hisself upon my wary door.

Sloth and gluttony,
He finds,
Are old friends,
Of the boy inside,
Wrath and Pride,
Are his designs,
And can no longer find the boy.
Where lust is sated,
Everyday,
And Envy has no purchase,
And death himself,
Marks the charge,
As his own to purpose.

The curiosity in the wits,
Of the old man of corruption,
Seeks to proposition this man's soul,
But refuses to lose his purchase.
Where there is no sin that is not there,
And virtue calls his name,
The sons of his brother,
Are like no other,
And can even recall his name.

"Whisper, Whisper,
Little one,
I have to know your name,
Where the ides did fall,
On an august month,
Will you play my game?"

"Sin and greed,
I hold no doubt,
Are mostly interesting,
But I Want what is ever more,
Out of my hands to gain.
But no I will not play,
And hold,
With one who took down my race.
Even if blood didn't sentence me thus,
I have nothing To lose or gain."

"Plenty there is to gain,
And tons there is to lose,
If you would only give me your name,
And tighten this here noose."

"I would give you my name,
But I have none,
And no fingers left to hold or tie,
But I can point you to a game to find,
Another with bigger appetite."

And ended the devil with his charade,
And tried to take by force,
What wasn't there to ever find,
No soul To taste...
Or touch.

"An end doesn't justify a means, Just like the means don't justify the end."

ISA





 

Estranged

Memories dance,
As the Midnight fades,
Thoughts leaving me nowhere.

Days gone past,
And  the sorrows hold,
Drowning my miseries..

Tale-tail winds blast,
Biting my heart,
Always with the thoughts from somewhere.

***

The actions from lies,
Divine no truths,
To who we really are.

The old and the ill,
The frail and the young,
Hearts that live to define us.

When truth is deceit,
To the ones you hold dear,
No one understands your desires.

***

No friends of thine own,
And the happy lies,
Hide what you truly feel.

To yourself the moans,
Unleash your desires,
To let go of all you feel.

The tales you roam,
Are for none but yourself,
To no longer have the need to heal.
 

Green

Seek and find,
The hidden lies,
And Passionate desire.

Envy and Death,
Age and Youth,
It all inspires unveiled greed.

We all want what is not had,
And Seek to gain,
An excess of things.

To reuse or reduce,
Not in our nature,
We all want for what we will not have.

***

Simplify,
Live without,
A desire for self.

Enjoyment,
A need expressed,
Where-ever we can find ourselves.

Entitlement,
A need ignored,
And run over by the weakest of men.

Enough,
A need we find,
Only when we've seen it all.

***

Petty,
Pretty,
Sons of many and daughters of ever more.

Cool,
And Strong,
Hides Weakness expressed in the heart.

Smart,
And well-read,
Hides the loneliness of centuries.

Wise and Humble,
Whenever Enough,
Satisfaction Guaranteed.

***

A moral Highground,
Does not exist,
In a land of seekers.

And the needs of many,
Have to consider,
Needs of few.

A reason divides,
Among the seekers,
That's what hurt us all.

To find the land,
Of keepers Green,
Who do not want it all.


"Desire rules us all"

ISA