Black

The night calls me,
Sings and whispers to me,
And tells me to hold my head.

Systems lock,
And demons bleed,
The world begins to scream and scream.

Can't hear,
Can't see, Can't Dream
Ad thing begin to mix it seams.

The whispers I wonder,
When again,
Do I begin and the black comes in.

***

Nightmare plague,
Hidden Lies I can not find,
And worlds beyond my one true age.

Fantasy bled on the real,
And cannot find what I wish to seek,
It all overwhelms in all senses.

The happiness I try to find,
Blends into what I run,
While I search a way to die.

The misery seams,
And stiches hide,
What only I can find inside.

***

Cannot run,
Cannot leap forward,
Stillness holds me.

If I try,
I will live,
But I will die.

Mystic forces,
Physic turns,
Fear holds.

No sense in running,
Just live,
In sanity as hard as I lie.



***

Try to figure it out,  and ask questions, maybe we all will find a little solace.

"Nothing lives and Nothing dies, but we all must listen to it."

ISA



 

Jan, New and Airy

Crowded Rain,
Shadowed meanings main,
And Clear as day.

Bright Light as far as I see,
Shadows cover her,
And dilute her meanings.

Understanding dawns,
Or naught seems to be,
Clouding truth as it needs.

I wish for a day,
All of my own,
To be, without her.


"No two words are the same, as no two combinations can mean the same."

There was a misunderstanding made worse by an opinion that was not understood, and temper under previous and multiple stress.

ISA 

A Warrior awakes on the battlefield

He awakes in the cold of night, seeing nothing. The sounds of metal clanging violently rage around him, drawing him to action. He picks up his scythe, his workman's tool, intending to escape, but a man bars the way. As he defends himself from the blows of the enraged, he succumbs to his inhibitions. The wide man, 6 feet tall, and as pale as moonlight prepares himself, and strikes. The strike angers him in some way, and saddens him.
 
              His core awakens. He madly swings his Scythe, biting into the necks of hundreds, and breathes cool emerald flames down the backs of his enemies, a monster born from the labor of a many souls.  The insanity rises in him. He turns and twists and bends. The Fear and Anger rises, threatening to break him apart. A giant serpent, killing all the soldiers on the battlefield. A miraculous and demonic event the culls the flesh in their stomachs to the days of their grandchildren.

                He sleeps. Tired of the madness, the true soul sleeps. Quiet reigns over this new field. For once, a bright star shines overhead. Come morning, the only thing left is a bloodstain.

"Once you wake from a slumber, The only thing that remains is the desire to sleep."

  ISA

Again

To find the way to find age,
Inside you must look,
And see nothing but the one.

Happiness not found,
But always therein,
Without question for thyself.

All surround thy hope to find,
Joy and love escape
To you but just for the day.


I look forward to the revelations upon this. Happy birthday to my mother and sister.

"Age is not there, a term, to give less value."

ISA

Blocks

Ban the mind, destroy the body,
Tarnish the Spirit,
Away with honor, I'll go.

Turning paths seek to wander,
Straight forward I'd go,
But no way exists for me.

Bury my body in stone,
Turn Crimson with Flame,
And Darkness destroys the world.


Thought I'd right this one with Haiku(s). Have fun figuring it out.

"The way exists to find the journey, To find the truth."

ISA
 

The Dinner Of Kings

I've met men from all over the globe,
And women too,
I'll bet,
The soul of conquerors,
The greed of leaders,
And my life too,
I guess,
That In the world,
Of all the peoples,
The Grim,
In you and me,
Wets his mouth,
Folds his napkin,
To set down to a dinner of kings.

Thieves and Robbers,
They justify,
And Eventually in the end,
Are all just eaten,
By a cosmic thing,
Death in you and me.

I find that in this world,
Of one and nine,
I rot from the inside,
A fermentation process,
To taste me,
Death makes a cheese of me,
IN morals,
Deeds,
And inner needs,
A poison through my veins.

For the King comes out,
He loots,
He kills,
And goes back to hide inside,
Afraid of what the public thinks of him,
To stay on his good side.

A demon,
A god,
An Angel,
And Death,
All want the monsters inside,
And are prepared to wait for fifty years,
For a single dinner for four.


"Hungry Souls Always Want More" 7

ISA

Well-Worn Waters

When all do see,
The barren lands,
And the forest for the trees,
Some Loneliness will be inflicted,
From Inside the field
Where the flowers grow.
And you who see,
Where the Winds may blow,
Drown inside an Ocean.

A Home is where?
No thing intrudes,
Where love is aparent,
And truthful.
However which way you grow,
You feel that deep inside you.

My plant grew,
In a swimming pool,
Contained,
Abused,
Thundered,
Did not recieve respect,
In the false love,
Did not Grow,
Always Still, and
Waiting,
For That Something,
Until it had to go.
"Listen,
This is not a request,
Hurt it all,
Inside whispers,
Neglect the ones,
Growing,
Silence the ones who know."

Forced the world,
All because the plants it needed,
A mother and a father,
Didn't exist,
Till it was time to go.

Well-worn Waters,
A house boat,
Empty just but me,
Nothing all around,
No-one home but me.
And no respect for me.

"A home well treated last forever, One that's not will go."

ISA