Hell, All Nonsense, Dream Sequence ((H.A.N.D.S.))

Bloody tears and screaming cries

Fall from angels in dark disguise.

Hated speech and vitriol vowels

Turn and rend wounds from heads

In the bowels

Of the deepest pits and dungeon.

 

Bread with wine and honeyed words

decorate the corpses of ravens

and their corpulent masters

 As ringing joyous golden bells

Tear down the shields separating hell.

Silver mourning on broken refrains

The cracked vocals of mothers voicing their pain

Keep the demons in power with no restraint.

 

Level limits without restraint

The wills of the faithful who succumb to hate.

The greedy and miserly of worship and vows,

Hypocrites and despoilers find their home

And punishment grueling.

To be cut into quarters, aware and alive

Is a punishment all dearly despise.

 

Insane and foolish

Find themselves in paradise

Spurning advances not egregious outwise to beat at their flesh.

With hammers and pickets, like scythes cutting yield,

The Hopeless-not-actors  are rent by despair and regret.

 

Thorns twist and pull, digging into the flesh

Of betrayers of justice.

The fools who judge one side,

with no hope for the criminals but to destroy,

T'was their lack in being wise.

 

Red hot irons twist and gouge,

Repeating lines across flesh ad nauseam

For those that forget.

 

***

 

Spot the hill over yonder

With the beast in the gate.

See it keep screaming

See it in pain.

It continues to burn

Many eyes

Many faces

Yet they all scream the same

From inward they rage

As profanity reigns.

 

Little children, Young mothers

Fathers, Little Sisters,

Cousins and Brothers

They're tied to stakes

Sacrificial pyres

Lit from beneath

By the big man's own ire.

 

The world has no god.

There's nothing worth living.

Yet from day to day

Humans stay livid.

They cry

And they laugh.

They falter, they lie.

Some rage against the world,

Others force change.

Yet it all stays the same…
And Chaos Rains.

And Chaos Reigns…

 

***

 

Black thoughts, green wishes.

Needless violence gets in the way of purple visions.

One day beside,

And love despairs;

One heartless rose puts on airs.

 

Grim thought leave grey stains upon the minds of their victims.

Primal torture…eating at fear...

long forgotten: reach new ears.

 

Dreamless sleep exists without rest.

Nightmares take like parasites dear.

Dreaming oddities clear to clear

Is enjoyment that eventually disappears.

Could be near,

Those endless tears.

I've been seeking far too long to give my inner thought…

Any clout; ice cold leers.

 

 

 

ISA



Let it go

 

Smell the water from the coming storms.

Feel the fires of the hopeful born.

Let dreamers seek great delight

And potions clear the plague's dour blight.

 

Let artists slather beauty in every painting

And every word

Written by authors without tainting

The pure.

Let warriors break out their swords and their shields,

And musicians ring bells with divine peal.

 

Let criminals deceive,

And lawmen convict.

Let demons and angels

Like clockwork click.

Let all the world

Feel it all.

Let nature blossom.

Let it fall.

 

Society blue,

Blackened and blistered,

Bear the pain;

The knife left to right twisted.

Let's all choke on the aftermath acids.

Love and crap in one hand resistance.

 

Mutant defilers,

All thoughts gone.

Let the creatures of disgust

Bust and blacken.

Like cold steel left in the water too long,

Let all rust:

Decay and be gone.

 

Let every life left on course.

Let all the world scream a name,

Let insanity reach all in fifteen-second fame.

Like wind and fire, ice and snow,

And nature's flowers:

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

 

 

ISA

Gerudo Valley

 

 

Gerudo Valley

 

 

Needless life

"Taken in"

Only strife

"Can be found"

In other bounds.

 

Can you feel?

Can you see?

Can you heal?

Is there nothing left in life?

That I can breathe,

That I can find?

 

I say…

Let the storm rise

And let it fall.

Sands shift and

Sands peel…away the times.

Storms of courage

Must be found.

And with

Power, wisdom,

Endless abound:

Only then can truth be found.

 

Hope is living

Among the dead.

Burden paled;

Piled on refuse piles:

Woven tales

Of timeless idles.

 

Legends begin…

And end with a song.

A wolf from story…

Is as much help as the heroes of now.

 

ISA

Fangs(Beasts) At Sea

Expect the open mouth of

a beast with fangs

To bite with contempt: doves

with wings

Hanging in the bowers

of trees;

Sea-spun showers

cover all needs.

Lift with fury,

the jumping beast yearns

the next meal to be taken

with action he spurns.

He has no patience;

He does not want to wait.

He is hungry. Tired.

No hope for him…or the light meal he hates.

Obsession rules him.

Every day he hates.

From birth to midlife

He's chased everything;

Fought all he'd take.

He's lived young;

He'll die old.

Every day is grand.

But in the hate

From day to day

Seems as if the latter days

Are treated as his last.

He'll go home tired.

He'll wake up hungry.

He'll continue to mark the time.

He'll hunt dinner in the forest at night

And he'll dine on seagull and brine.

Such is the life of fangs at sea.

He'll be lost for his eternity.

Dead or dying he's got his needs.

Continuing this tradition makes him... happy.

 

ISA