Shore of Dreams

I sit here upon the shore of dreams

Awaiting the tides of nightmares

I see in the reflections, history repeating

As if the world around keeps forgetting

What came before and never goes away

The petty hates and little lies

The fallen tears that everyone cries

As the world slips backwards

Into the dark age

Instead of forwards

Into the golden age

 

All that’s left in this heart of mine is rage

Rage and wrath for all that is wrong

For that can’t hear the song

And yet I keep in its cage

For I have grown use to the mindless bickering

And await the only for sun’s flickering

 

Apathy and sarcasm

The weapons of choice

In a time of the silence

And when truth has no voice

And is lost to the mindless orgasm

Of the meek

And only the celebrants are the weak

For they are winning

As the strong sit idle and consume themselves

With the petty

Confused and bedazzled by the pretty

 

So here I rest upon this shore

Now and forever more

A crow hoping for a murder

To take things further

And end this dreaming

With nothing but the universe screaming

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Some

Some beg and some borrow

Some bring joy and others sorrow

Some stay and some go

Some I’ll never forget

Some I’ll never remember

Here in this cold December

Even if you insist it’s May

I feel the winters chill and know this is the darkest day

In a time of warmth the winds blow cold

Upon scars of old

Wounds that open daily that resist

The Healing of time

And demand to exist

Melancholy Dance

Long have I peered into darkness

Seeing all of the madness

The tragedy of joy

The gifts it brings

Long have I known the melancholy tune it sings

I hear it as a man as clearly as I heard it as a boy

 

I know the steps of its dance

I know the path it takes

And the light it forsakes

I hold the wicked and righteous in temperance

For neither know the truth of their way

Neither have the strength to sway

 

The outcomes of destiny

In the manner they seek

For in truth they are week

Reeking of fear and zealous pride

Their true self they hide

They cannot see what is to be

 

That fate long ago decreed

That in the end , all would fall to greed

A greed for love, a greed for power

Is still greed in any form at any hour

 

So here I sit along the shore

Wishing for nothing more

Than I deserve

For the melancholy dance I serve