MORNING BROKE

 

Like a ray of sunshine that is your name, so thou burns through my hidden coffin;

no dark of the night can repel the beauty that is to me your callin’. 

A Vampyre in the prowl so is your fragrance to me – the essence of stalkin’. 

Here I stand to you as a sacrifice – a lamb given to the takin’.

 

A song tunes in my ear as the Morning Broke...

 

...strong enough this calling is to break the yoke.

 

From the tomb I awake to hear a voice quickening me;

whom, I say is this that comes to interrupt me!? 

For many years I have laid here, will you just let me be! 

No longer do I care to come up from the depths to acknowledge or see. 

Continue on thou journey and let this man of old be of no glee.

 

Looking upon this face of light, fear grips the loneliness in my bosom. 

No matter how much I try to fight, I cannot escape the caress from this unspoken woman.

 

A new tide has come upon the shores...

 

...black bird can’t deny the feeling of soars!

 

No longer can I continue to walk in a lie, can’t cloke;
for to me, this is the truth that stands today... Morning Broke.

 

 



SLOWLY LOSE MYSELF

 

The more I drank and snorted the more I slowly lose myself; more I ran from you the farther I got from what was oneself.  Most look at me today, and they know that I am not himself; how can a boy born into pain ever come to be yourself?

 

Up to heaven I look for an answer or reply that will save my mind; yet I continue in a path that is so dark and still so freaking blind.  Nightly I look up to the moon and wonder if I will ever come to find... that soul that lifts up those that count themselves as part of them called mankind.

 

Today I know I waste away in my loneliness as I slowly lose myself.  Shall I be like those perverts that always seem to shine and always assert oneself?

 

I cannot...

 

...though I sought.

 

Soon I’ll stand at the abyss looking down at what I have baited; there is no denying that this is what my life has always created!  There will be no tears as I look down at what I have always awaited... consider this writ as the only statement that I have given and translated.

 

Slowly today I lose myself...

 

...still tonight I lower oneself.

 



TO FATHER

 

How can a man that robs a child come to see?

All I know is that you are a faggot father;

a man that never let me live or grow to be.

Why did you even come to this earth to bother?

 

You brought me up to be desolate and in pain;

exorcising the demons I have been since I knew,

you set me up to be to Mike a literal Cain;

today we both stand as we are alive – but slew.

 

Keep telling yourself you were a dad!

I hope you burn in HELL you DICK!

All you did is not what makes me sad;

today your smile shows that you’re a trick!

 

I hate the very fucken sight of your face;

I pray -- wish you would just efen die!

Forever I’ll defy your way of life; your pace;

the day you leave; I swear I’ll efen sigh.

 

Can’t remember you kissing me goodbye or goodnight;

now seeing me makes you sick to your stomach?

Today I am a man of the dark; a man of the night;

yet, there is nothing in me that goes out to covet.

 

You fucken fuck, I hope you die alone and in hurt;

your mental pickets were more than I needed,

your verbal abuse was always short and of no sport;

am I supposed today to feel so cheated?

 

Sometimes I think that you will never understand;

but something tells me apart we will be happy.

Because of you today I live in wonderland;

what I say today is not meant to make you angry,

it is destined to show that you killed me – you slammed!

 

Know this, my kids won’t be at your fucken funeral – you dick!

I know if today I had, you would take what you didn’t even earn.

All through life you have thought to be cool or even slick;

my thoughts of you are an open book, yes a liberal scorn!

 

To Father I have nothing left to say;

he has taken the ability to even pray.

Though he thinks I have become dead – the prey;

I must assure I am he that will forever stay.

 

 



TO MOTHER

Was afraid of the night until you came, to save;

You came and poured until there was nothing in you left,

without counting yourself you came and always gave;

today I feel as the one that came and was the theft!

 

A lost kid was I in a world full of mystery;

little did I know that this was just the start,

little did I know, from there came a great misery;

still you kept true to life and true to your heart.

 

You always taught me right from my wrong;

though I must say I constantly sought out the bad,

you tried to show me how to be strong;

nothing I have done is this world has made you glad;

still you remained as sweet as a song,

you had the hope in me that I would be a grad.

 

Sorry for the disappointment, never meant to hurt you;

in my life you were never the cause or reason for hurt.

Everyone was downin’ me -- you came to take away the blue;

Momma, you’re the Queen of my life,

for you I will give my shirt.

 

Mother, because of you today I stand and shine;

in a world so dark that only takes and fakes,

Momma I must say, you are the root and the vine;

you stood as the only thing that never breaks.

 

If I have left something unsaid, please forgive my ignorance;

for forever I will be in debt to mother.

Till this day, you’ll always remain as the one – the only fragrance.

Until today you are the only – my Mother.

 

 

 

 

 



 

WEARY WAY-WARD WANDERER

 

Me, I’m just a WEARY WAY-WARD WANDERER, seeking only to give into my delights and lust!

Unlike my brethren, I walk only by what is in my sights... I walk to what is not at all just.

 

He I am... the WEARY WAY-WARD WANDERER who from old has raised to give light to my name.

From times before you I have came... I have come and gave a claim to my fame!

Do not try to defame what has always been the same!

For centuries God himself has not been able to tame the flame that rises from insane.

 

Alone I am HE, the WEARY WAY-WARD WANDERER that conjures for you... so that your soul I may conquer & slew.

Knowledge I have that your view of me is slant and skew; not to worry my dear – soon I will show who is true screwed!

 

You know me by many names... the Piper, the Man or even Lucifer... those closest to me know my name as the simple

WEARY WAY-WARD WANDERER.