UNRECOGNIZABLE

 

Looking into a mirror, I see a man staring back that is unrecognizable; death screams to me from within my soul; its hint is advisable.  The laughter I hear from those standing around me is quite sizeable; to think hope will spring from a well of happiness is unrealizable.

 

So, here I stand alone once again.

 

Again, I groan from this inner pain.

 

Night falls; the moon shines her faithless kiss upon my head; instead of living I remain forever part of the undead.  Rotting, the worms eat at the brain as I sit tangled... in chains.  The ax cannot cut to the root or the grain; I seem to perish in a hell, where mercy is abstain. 

 

I cannot tell what I feel.

 

There is no God to make an appeal.

 

Blood in my veins dry out as the heat of this earth scorch; a thimbleful of water is what I need to revive this evil.  Will someone come by this uncertain man and pass the torch; nothing in your passing, I promise, will see love or civil. 

 

I am unrecognizable to myself.

 

All that’s left is himself.

 

   

broken the nights

 

Lies abound these days like rats feasting in a ship of old;

no longer are governments sincere as they stand and preach.

Laws and intrusions imposed upon us are meant to bring the cold;

Delicacies we are, served up to monsters that come and leech!

 

Deceit struts as these day walkers in suits have broken the nights;

they eat the young as wolves gathered to a wounded prey.

rather regimes that lie to the face, than a silent tyrant killing lights;

always question, always resist... never forget to pray.

 

You set up our youth to fall; the ages cry for the dreary.

The evil stand proud and tall; fattened souls don’t cry for the weary.

 

This new way of life sickens mothers who bore freedom fighters;

warriors dead whom to us have given the peace of unbroken nights.

anew the revolution must be birthed from untamed writers,

who care not if ridiculed; or die at the hand of those that have broken the nights.

 

Chains and bonds, hidden oppressions – do not forget over taxed possessions;

still, jobs go without raises while fucken fat cats live in luxury.

Foreclosed homes, unwarranted wars, acquisitions without depositions;

teach... actions speak - hate and malice is the way to go to be wealthy.

 

For our own good privacies must be handed – to ensure the way;

looking back I remember many whose empires said the same.

Just like us, they of old eons ago gave away without delay;

if we could hear their howls, we’d want no part in this tactical fame.

 

Look further my brethren, for I have seen ahead... yes, I have even seen the dead;

those that will suffer greatly at the hand of the dreaded damned.

If the keepers of the night remain quiet, destiny will only have what was said;

wise up you of new, fight against those that say and command!