Hell Fire

I am going to lose what is left of my mind,
and everything else is mine that is up in flames.
Limbo...
Precautionary,
But it was a tale for the ages.

I am living.
Leaving.
Releaving.
Filled to the brim with sizzling coals.
Dripping water on and all over the foreheads of everyone for the sake of smearing,
Like a trail of smoke that we will follow into clusters of space.
Burning hard...

She

There was once a carefree thought
It danced with the wind like a floating piece of paper,
Flowing across the planets murky plains
But now that dream has come and gone
We have all castrated it together
Hungry like the tyrants who hold their hands above the sky
Not showing any sympathy about getting them burned up by the sun
Is this what you were made for?

In commitment she rides
High on her steel horse
(Far) behind the curtain
with bushels of fire and anarchy
It is rebellion that fuels her steady gaze
I want to be ready

Peace sounded out through the stillness of the tree's
Love was only heard faintly
Like a muffled dog barking in the distance
Love had been chained, spat on, and broken.
With a calloused body it crawled about in the mud
destined to fear death... there forever
(Or so we have forced it to be this way)
and dying happens inevitably
We stand beside Love watching it thrash and drown
I am dressed in white
I remain clean while everyone is splattered

Yet still she is perched on her noble steed
Ready to pounce at any sign of danger
Not fully understanding that she is the only one
Suspicious and new
All shiny and bright
A nicotine smile in the darkness of the night
Am I ready?

Fear had escaped the sorrows of the womb
but Death would not take it
It makes one sick with passion
and Envy sat at its side
Laughing, talking, and gaining leverage on the situation
In a hospital chair inside a hospital room
there posed a question
Who's side would you choose?
Fear had offered an opinion
"Life and Death come but once unless you choose otherwise"
The hospital bed filled with tears the moment this had been realized
But it came and it passed as all situations do
Marked: Failure, boring or something along those lines

Lift me towards her towering mount
Climbing the vines of the sidewalks
and the bricks were all laid at her discretion
To frighten away the parasites and the whores
Cross legged in her sanctuary
My intrigue guides me in
With dedication I pull back the curtain
I am more then ready...

The Great Escape

In his name you have disgraced me and in the long run it always will,
placed beside a token in a hole upon a hill
but in the means of another end there are some places we may be,
Out there beyond the distance in a land owned by the sea.
It wont be there forever and you may or may not understand
In the sun that shines together with the promise of the sand
No one will ever care of the stories passing by or the distance of the faces in the winds upon the sky.
The diamond fades to promise but why should I become that way?
Like a rock that smoothes to leather in the passing of a wave.
Further in the distance a lonesome child may cry, one could live forever, and another one will die.
When the four walls stand for freedom and individuality.
I want it all to leak out in the night of the city.
Where cars and horns and banquets and booze reach the corners of my mind.
Take me to the flowing river and leave my soul behind.
We are not the remnence of the days but more the changing of the times.
So just leave me.
In sanctuary.
In prosperity.
In individuality.
In harmony and in wait.

Happy Canada Day

On a sea bound journey two men John Cabot(Team England) and Jacques Cartier(Team France) sought out a mass of land.
The Atlantic coast was their mission.
Returning home and bringing news of their discoveries launched a catalyst.
Samuel de Champlain hopped on a boat.
The boat sailed across the ocean from France.
Samuel de Champlain got off of the boat and decided to take advantage of the 'savages' inhabiting the continent.
Feeling giddy with his accomplishments Port Royal was established in 1605 along with Quebec City in 1608.
So begins Canada.
Way to fucking go...

The Aspirer

We are on the path to creating a colony of in breeders with webbed toes and eyelids.
Forgetting about everything and losing touch with sustenance.
We hang, drool, and fool about with temperature of the body like a dogs first trick.
The foggy dream,
From waves of confusion in which there is no help from drowning.

In an eclipse of mind discovery or ceased friendships, he took a bow and across the globe there was applause and pity in cycles...
"This cannot be" the aspirer pondered.
Where is the freedom now? and the women and the future and the wine?
They all suck blood and they are brooding over and under his sheets,
Staring like starved wolves and raving from the corners of rooms.
In an attempt to overcome his perils that once suited him so well he vanished into the ether with a crack of thunder.
Truth alas...

There is no beauty in succumbing to fear.
There is no humanity in being an eaves trough, piling dirt and grime with the rest of our situations.
There are solutions and they are being locked behind bars and bullets begging to be forgiven and heard.
I am biting on my tongue and we are walking around(not thinking) covered up and hidden inside.
It isn't a factor or a time span it is a place where we were conceived and meant to exist,
freely and flowing in our states of living.
Like an idea...
A reaction...
A catalyst...
Or a tombstone.