Delver

Once again the night beckons like an old friend

Promising release if only for a while

My words can make a Devil smile

And a God weep

 

I delve deep into the pit

Harrowing the hole in my soul

For the scraps of light within

Dirty and broken covered in sin

 

I touch my soul

And in turn touch the soulless

Who in denial think

I’ll be there with the dawn comes

Though I’m gone with the last drink

 

Back into the memory mist

Of the first and last kiss

Of love turned hate

Of choice turned fate

 

For the circle is never broken

Only forgotten

As the dark crimson tide washes away

The stars of night that fade into the day

 

Leaving no trace nor mark in the sky

Yet I see them in every eye I see

From beginning to end

As if they come greet me like a friend

Morning Star

Twisting, turning

I can feel it burning

My soul aflame

In the long night’s pain

Where winning and losing are the same

And there’s nothing left to gain

From the bones of tomorrow

That create only more sorrow

To go with the memories of dreams

That became the nightmares of which I would scream

 

If only I had a voice

I would sing of the folly of choice

I would say aloud

All that once made me proud

Yet only hasten my fall

In the hope filled vanity

Of trying to keep my war torn sanity

In a world gone insane

By the phantom pain

 

That hope brings like little whispers

From the graves of the brave

And broken star trippers

Who cannot be saved

In mourning of the passing day

In the morning of a new way

Slouching towards Shambala

Slouching towards Bethlehem

On my way to the infinite stairs of Shambala

Looking for the nerve to find vana

The perfection of paradise

Like the tossing of a pair of dice

No seven come eleven

Only snake eyes looking back

In the darkness of path

Wisdom shows seldom

The route to where I am going

 

The fool wandering to and fro

Ducking ,weaving and bobbing the attack

Of spirit which reaps the heart

And steals the only part

That is left to take

In the light of the life I forsake

 

Playing the cards I’ve been dealt

No mulligan for me

Suicide black

Life as a resource

For it seemed so abundant

I keep my own confidant

Glory at any cost

Even if the battle is lost

Winning my war in death

Grinning with the last breath

The Pyrrhic smile

Atlas outlast

I carry the weight of worlds

Weighed down by those

Who hopes rest upon my shoulders

The knees crack

 

Sore is the back

Yet upon it they rest

Holding up so many

Dodging life’s boulders

 

And the avalanche that seems plenty

This is a life I never chose

It offers no respite

Regardless of the fight

 

No sleep for the weary

Only eyes left blurry

And dreams torn asunder

With nightmares of wonder

 

For comforts

As the body contorts

And the spirit dies

Upon the hopes of lies