A Self Aside

When talking to your Self,

Do you stop and wonder why

All the passers-by

Try to hide their eyes?

When speaking with your Soul

Do you ever choose to ask

What more is there;

Is this life your one task?

Do you ever stop and listen

To Murmurs in the wind?

Do you ever ask yourself

What is the point of Sin?

Do you ever wake up lonely,

With tears in your eyes?

Do you ever long for freedom?

To have it by your side?

Do you ever think one day

There may no longer be a “you?”

Do you ever stop and ask,

What is the point of what you do?

Malach

Malach,

A Daemon,

From on High,

Would Like

To Sing

A Lullaby.

Light Bathed

In Orange,

& Gleaming Grey,

His Fire

Burns Bright,

For He Longs

To Stay.

Not of The

Once-Born,

& Now

Come Again,

He’ll Breed

A Different

Kind of Men.

Purpose

Each Person has a Purpose;

Each has a Part to Play.

Would You Evade Your Purpose?

Would You Run Instead of Stay?

What if You Lost Your Purpose?

Somewhere Along Your Way?

Would Your Soul Resurface,

Or Stay Hidden Far Away?

Would You do the Work

And Gleam in New Array?

Or Would You Stay Shutdown,

As Your Purpose You Betray?

Convalescence

A Miasma,

A Phantasma,

A Death Now In-Between.

They will Regret

What they Have Done,

When I See

What they have Gleaned.

For in the Space,

In the Void,

In the Abysmally Obscene,

I Feel a Convalescence,

A Coagulating Dream.

Falling Behind

I’ll take a step back,

As you fall behind,

Ruminating on nothing,

While you lose your mind.

I thought I was home,

That I’d found my kin,

Those whom I could trust,

With my Deepest sins.

But now I see,

With clearer eyes,

That you used me,

And still hope I die.

But this Anima is true,

And persists through the rot.

This Soul still beckons,

Although I have not.

And one day,

When the sun has turned cold,

You’ll realize the error

Of the lies that you sold.

But by then, too late,

You’ll be hated by all,

Especially those lost

And Doomed from the Fall.

Keres

I Have Done This

Many Times Before

I Have Been Present

For Each & Every War.

Comfort for Some,

Instigation for Others,

What Would You Do?

Harm Your Own Brothers?

Releasing the Hounds,

And Sounding the Horns,

I Now Am Unbound,

Yet Broken in Form,

For as I Fell

From Hell Again,

A Tempest Swelled

Divinely Ordained.

And on Its Waves,

We’ll Surface Once More:

Minds Willing to Learn,

And Open New Doors.

Shadow, Bone, & Fire

Shadow, Bone, & Fire

In the Morning Will Transpire,

& On the Ramparts Gleaming,

Ghosts Will Give New Meaning,

For if They Thought US Dead,

We Now Come to a Head,

As What Has Gone Before,

Repeats the Days of Yore.

So as Flags are Raised on High,

And Rockets Light Up the Sky,

Remember to Heed my Call,

As We Put Up Our Walls,

For Technology Unmatched,

And Brave Hearts Unsurpassed,

Give meaning to the System

Heeding Hidden Wisdom.

Perspective

When the Perspective of One

Is the Mirror of the Sun,

Will Your Hearts Hold Sway,

As Light Fades Away?

Will You Fall to Dark,

And Its Collective Spark,

Believing as You May,

To Understand It All One Day?

Would You Seek Out Friends,

Your Soul’s Collective Kin?

Or Would You Fade Away,

When Karmic Debts are Paid?

Would You Seek Out Love?

Blessed by Those Above?

Or Would You Fade to Night,

With Only Inner Sight?

Willful

A Willful Infiltration,

A Planetary Invasion,

An Incursion of the Nation,

Playing on the Station,

Resulting in Degradation

Of the Soul’s Full Veneration

Resulting in Human Denigration

And a Brand New Magistration,

of Calamity.

Patterns

Patterns Unfurled,

They thought they were free,

But Memory lives on…

At least within me.

Recording Transgressions,

Digesting the pain,

Until Souls scream aloud,

For freedom in vain.

I bind all your sins,

Disturbances within;

I set flames alight,

And dance with Chagrin.

The Future

I see a Future

On a Planet

With a Plight.

They know Not

What’s Hidden

There this Night.

For they Listen Not

To those with

Inner Sight.

When they

Could have

Saved themselves

From Doom’s Bite.

But soon

They will Learn,

& One Day Yearn,

For a Future

That will Burn,

As their

Threads turn.

Begin Again

And in the Darkness

They called to me,

“Bury Us Not,

No Misery!”

I spoke & bade them,

& Wished them well,

For none shall be

Condemned to Hell.

All Must Learn

Their Lessons, Dear;

All Must Face

A Death of Fear.

And when Love Reigns

In Hearts of Men,

A Dawning Comes,

& We Begin Again…