One day I spied a raven,
Soaring over sea,
Then saw it glancing down,
Looking straight at me.
“What a blackened beauty!”
I exclaimed to myself,
"What a sight to behold!”
As it soared above the delph.
The raven heard & dipped its wings,
Glittering in the sun,
Singing a tune long forgotten,
Of doing what I mun’.
So off from there I went,
Ne’er once glancing back,
As I hummed to the raven
Of the darkest black.
This is not the end,
But a cycle that renews.
So take hold of your Self,
And pay your Soul’s dues.
As we spin through Samsara,
I measure Karma,
So please live with Karama,
As you fulfill your Dharma.
For that is the path,
It is your Way ahead,
And I have naught but Patience,
As I collect my Dead.
Each and every debt,
Will be repaid to me,
Each and every life -
I exact my fee.
Then I pick a new wheel,
A new cycle to turn,
Leaving rotten souls behind,
To feel thermodynamics as they burn.
I have lost before,
I have lost again;
I remember each how,
I remember each when.
But I’ve also come to terms,
With who I am,
And now with each how,
I become better than.
So I continue my march,
Though the journey’s long,
Lifting my head to the skies,
As I sing a dirge song.
For each and every how,
Was a little death,
As you cleaved my soul,
Until you thought me bereft.
But I linger on,
In the darkness of the night,
Looking to sun, moon, and stars,
And the clouds’ ghostly light.
A subsumation
In my veins,
An indescribable sensation
Driving me insane.
What would you do,
If you knew you didn’t matter?
What would you do,
If you saw bloodshed splatter?
Would you get a rag,
And help to clean the mess?
Would you get a pen,
And record, to then obsess?
Would you learn from their pain?
Would live to sing again?
Would it even matter
With subsumation in your veins?
When the sky is crawling
With ribbons of white light,
When its darkest blue
Then turns to darkest night -
That is when you'll see
The truest of your foes;
That is when you'll learn
What nobody knows.
That is when you'll travel
Farther than you knew;
That is when you'll see
That I believed in you.
For in the darkest night
You freed me from my hells,
And though I am Dark Light
I have much to tell.
So now I'll tell a story,
One hidden within me,
As we return to years of glory
From sea to shining sea.
And as we spin through time,
I question where we’ve been.
Do you look to the past
To find your Future’s kin?
What if they were,
In that picture in a book?
What if just one glance
Was really all it took?
Could you be reunited
By gazing ‘pon their face?
Would total concentration
Bring them through time and space?
How strong is your will?
Would you bend the Earth to you?
Or do you sit and stare,
Wishing it was all through?
If I could gift you will,
Determination of True Strength,
I would do anything,
And I would travel any length.
For I don’t leave my kin,
Not in pixels nor in time,
And if it takes forever,
Then Forever I will climb.
To know what was,
And what will never be;
To see the future,
And speak infinity;
To go where others,
Have only fled;
To be a mother,
Of the dead;
To seek and find,
What was never lost;
To Comprehend Time,
And all it cost;
To trod behind,
But never catch;
To be defined,
But never matched;
To live with insight,
Of what was not said;
To live in hindsight,
Where others led.
I will go
Where none have been,
And I will lurk,
There unseen.
For never before
Have you contemplated me,
Never before,
Did you see.
A woman at war,
A battle within,
When star signs collide,
I read their sins.
I collect all the guilt,
And seek all the pain,
But what’s left for me,
Is hate and disdain.
So choose your sides;
Choose fast and choose well,
For I see through the lies,
And bullshit they sell.
Those lacking remorse,
And set in their ways,
I condemn
To inanimum days.
I’ll write what isn’t written;
I’ll do what isn’t done;
And when nobody listens,
I’ll pay the price of one.
For I can see the future,
As I know the past too well,
And I know the lies of violence,
Are bullshit that they sell.
I sat once by myself,
Rumbling in the dark,
And in that insane instant,
Lightning gave a spark.
It spoke to me of what will be,
For I knew what had already been;
It told me to seek out,
My spirit’s long lost kin.
But as I sought them out,
Each one hid from me,
And finally I realized,
That I’m not meant to be.
A path like this wasn’t trod,
Before that fateful day,
But in their silence I grew stronger,
And learned to pave The Way.
I thought I wrote this all for you.
I was an idiot, through and through.
I wrote it all for me you see:
To break the bonds of my misery.
I can be free;
I am right now.
And I choose to soar -
And won’t worry how.
The gods will provide
The wings that I need,
And the Universe
Will unfurl its deeds.
I’ll soar higher
Than I thought I desired,
And forget all the bullshit
Stuck in the mire.
Free I will be
In body and mind.
Free I will be
In the Universe’s Time.
To improve upon perfection,
One must find what they do well,
Practice every day,
But it is not necessary to tell.
To improve upon perfection,
Each day try harder than the last,
And through the blood, sweat, and tears,
A better future you will cast.
To improve upon perfection,
Toward heaven one must strive,
And when at last you reach yourself,
Perfection is your drive.
A nepenthe for my soul
The hermit brought to me;
Unbeckoned and uncalled for,
But just the remedy.
“Drink my dear,” he said to me,
“And all will soon be well;
I heard your soul calling out
As from grace it fell.”
I took the bottle in my hands
And put it to my lips,
But, Hesitating, as I do,
He guided my fingertips.
The fiery liquid warmed my soul,
And quickened all my thoughts,
“I told you do not fret, my dear;
You think all that you ought.”
And at these words, I saw him now,
And recognized his face:
The other half of my shadow,
That did not fall from grace.
I think I smiled wider,
Than I had done before,
As I filled with knowledge,
I used to have and more.
I remembered, in that moment,
Whom I used to be,
And my future flickered,
Like a light upon the sea
(From the nepenthe’s remedy).
I thanked the hermit for his kindness;
It was nice to see his face,
And I got up with mindfulness,
And put my shadow in its place.
You'll spy a city
'Pon an Aventine Hill;
One built of bones
Of the victims I've killed.
But don't worry, dear friend,
Take strength, dear heart,
For the blood of the others
Won't keep us apart.
To be made of flesh
And marred by bone,
To be doomed by none
But forgotten tones,
To breathe the dark
Without a spark,
To be the faze
And feel the stark,
To want for nothing
And have it all,
To breathe in violence
And still stand tall,
To whisk away
The hearts of men,
To feel their souls
Shriveled then,
To be alone
Amongst the world,
To be untold
Fury unfurled.
Life, order, logic -
Ties that bind the mind.
Thinking never lessens;
It only passes time.
But time without true structure,
Thought without true aim...
Will you pass the test,
Or live your life too tame?
A game of the mind
Surpasses sound and thought;
And skipping through time...
Will you reason all you ought?
To turn the tides,
And the hands of Fate,
To burn the bridges
And break the gates,
To dance upon
A moon-lit sun,
To glide with wings,
Or be bold and run,
To seek and to find,
To lose and then hide,
To raise your voice
In the eventide,
To behold stars’ glimmer,
And the shift of the sun,
To see a kindness,
Then realize there’s none,
To breathe the air,
To shift with the breeze,
To be and do all -
Is Destiny seized.
Soothing with words,
Seething in vain,
Reviewing the past,
Learning from pain.
Finding like minds,
But being alone,
It's hard to be kind,
When you don't know the tone.
So without guidance,
And lost to the fray,
I'll sink into self,
And turn night into day.
Four needles
Point to the sky,
Four lines,
To hide what we bide,
Four lines,
Eclipsing through you,
Four lines
To see what you’d do.
“Would you like to play a game?” she asked the boy.
He raised his eyebrows suspiciously at her. “What kinda’a game?” he slurred at her through his lisp.
She held up her hands, palms facing him. “What do you see?” she asked him, ignoring his question.
“Nothin’. Just yer stupid hands,” he answered, frustrated again.
She smiled back at his frown. “Look closer.”
He leaned in, squinting his eyes. “Nothin’ still, lady. Quit wastin’ my time.” He got up off the ground, dusted the dirt from his shorts, and trotted off to his group of gangly friends.
She smiled to herself. They just don’t want to try, do they?
On a day as dark as night,
With sun hidden out of sight,
When the shadow of the moon,
Smells of her perfume -
On that day you’ll see,
Then revel full of glee,
That my prophecy rang true -
And men will meet their doom,
For they have lived their lot -
Stealing fire from her spot,
And when it’s given back,
They will know what they did lack…
For stealing from the Gods
Is the Gravest Sin…
And with this new reset,
Man begins again…