Growing Old

In distant memories my life was just fine
and my heart beat true and clear thoughts blessed my mind
and now in haze I dream about days
so long ago now I've completely lost my way.

My thoughts dwell in darkness and my brain knows the truth
I've lost all that unerring passion that came with my youth.

It's Complicated

All the things I've never said could fill this novel in my head.
As if the years had tempered me to know much better than to talk-
I give my secrets to those who win them within my heart and in my bed-
and if they err but for the grace of god, I walk.

As if I could believe in things like a spirit and a soul-
my mind is tempered and my heart: cold-
it's how I protect these thoughts I hold.

For everything I've never known, I'm glad I did not mount that throne.
For I've been far too south to see the north-like heaven's mysteries:
I must wander or I must conquer and for what I am I must atone
and if I err, then pray for me: dark, silent tranquility.

Inevitable

Those of us who dwell in darkness seldom see the light-
As darkness is its own reward, we come alive at night.
Apathy, in truth: our crown, not one of us will deny-
giving power to the darkling, the ability to lie.

And in time our strengths will wane,
for born to mortal wombs we are-
but darkness lives and comes again
each time hope breeds a shooting star.

Balance is required for
this world to heal its self-
and every slice of heaven breeds
another piece of hell.

The long surrender

Another night, another miss
but I will have my dirty kiss.
Her mouth hungers and I'm aglow-
I've been ready for a decade,
I'm just waiting for the go.

Cliffhanger's Lament

Is this the climax of my dreams?
What a very, very long road it's been.
I feel as though I need to escape,
the silence is killing me, I can't even hate.

So this is the feeling of nothing left: doom
What's left for ashes? They've already been consumed.
What a strange feeling I didn't know I had
Until it all was over, where's my bottle of Vlad?

Worth it

What wakes in me my violence knows
far off the pike men watch the breach
and I interred in covers and pillows
am fearful to see the raiders on the beach.

'Twas just last year the rogues embarked
and swore they'd take our shores
said I, "you vicious gremlins, hark!
You dare not feel the wrath of old sores."

Well kept they made their promise felt
and still I feel no shame
nor beg for friends or ask for help
for I achieved my aim.

they may fill up our beach with blood
but I remain the righteous one.

Tit for tat

Whenever the best are on their toes-
Good things happen and nobody knows-
what to do or what to say-
it's all the same to me anyway.

I've taken the road less traveled by
and no I have no Alibi-
I have myself and the world's the same
I have no one but me to blame-

for those who speak in silent voices
rise up and take, make better choices.
for nothing comes to you with time
save those who are lucky not genuine.

Though, I'll save that speech for another day
The best have spoken and that's all I have to say.