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

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