World On End

The digit blooms open for a new day

A searing light it shines foils the gloom

This beauty is easily blown away

For the eyes it'll fleetly all maroon

'Tis a circuit that seems oft a play

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Pale veneer are cover for the vale

Embraced by the faint cries of a loon

A sparkling blue hue shines of a tale

Its chapters for the living things are a boon

Great star sets round as day stops sale

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Great star sets round, blue moon lays shroud

Adam's ale allows growth of a cloud

Dawn entails star's rise oh so soon

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Clear & shade

Perpetuates again

The Seeds We've Sown

This scene is teeming

With life; but am I dreaming?

Looks are deceiving

My eyes; are they seeing?

Seeds of life beaming

But life; is it all it seems?

As all dust settles

I form from hand my kettle

So now life is settled

A balance with which I've meddled

A grand supply was nettled

Now trapped in life with so little

The seeds we've sown

What was once our own

Under a pale gray sky

Where no birds fly

Dejection

Hope is ejected

Depression

End is elected

Trade rains shatter banes

All is rectified for memory lane

Sultry air eases my pain

From whence happiness waned

A new hope has since came

Which I have once taken in vain

The seeds we've sown

What is now our own

Under a bright blue sky

Where many birds fly

Optimism

Hope is erected

Ambition

The new is elected

The cycle remains

Only to be taken in vain

The cycle remains

Only to continue the pain

Decaying Matriarch

Decadent you're not, you're a way of our rot

Sacrificed many ones' blood, face down in mud

Hark for a true purpose, steers clear of the surface

Rectify your name, it's shame & we will not play your game

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

Perjurer that you are, lifelines you can't mar

Symptom of a strain, infected abhorrent brain

Animals as we be, yet we cannot even see

There's no saving grace, but we won't line up for your race

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

Terrene obscenity

Involving rape & stealing

Aborting egg of meaning

No hip would pray proceeding

Amount of pain you're dealing

Suffering me

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

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Fringe Screamers

The new gospel to me seems to be doom & gloom masquerading as a theory. These lying fringe screamers cry as if they care about you living free. Loudness speaks volumes technically, while actions work better ideally. Fringe screamers won't suggest anything but only care for you to believe, while the families of the deceived warriors are silently bereaved. Can't you see the lies don't ring true in the end? Of all the polemics of which we can all bend? Send yourself sprawling for an answer or warning, life's full of mysteries but you don't have to allow yourself to see anything. Fringe screamers won't suggest anything but only care for you to believe, while the families of the deceived warriors are silently bereaved. I shrugged away this new gospel like any other religion, knowing that faith is not desired as my own position.

Herd Of Goats

A nation of blinking eyes onward

Year of '59 and a forward lurch

The Orders & war cries of soldiers

Stifle crying eyes squelched by a war march

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life made harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Useful trash as this nation regarded

Feasts on the trash of the seeming grateful slaves

These brave men & women now discarded

Seek for redemption or an early grave

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life made harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Recycled souls seem adrift & forgotten

Pundits sow seeds of conceit despite unserved

Longing for the day that it's all forgotten

Scars of the early days and a death deserved

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life much harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Discarded as useful trash

By a nation that's so rash

Crass is the view's game

All in Freedom's name

Past Links Break

These strenuous days

Made my mind regress

And no one is to say

That my life is but a mess

Infected by a neuro-curse

Harping in effort for a memory

Stow me in a hearse

In only days I will be last seen

Past links break

My forgotten namesakes

How long will it take

For past links to break?

Repeat me your name

I am but still capable of love

No deliberation for shame

Memories fly away as a dove

Known life is unforming

Life's memories lost in a fade

This curse's cold not warming

Like the cold sea which I am made

Past links break

My forgotten namesakes

How long will it take

For past links to break?

The dear

The loved

The heard

The touched

Still here

Still loved

Still near

Still numb

Past links break

How long will it take?

My forgotten namesakes

Leave me jaded

For Here Or After

Answers are blurry

Filled in a hurry

Structure I need

How shall I plead?

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after

Lost in the life

Frosted in light

Comfort by dreams

Close in the seams

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after

All is not gone

Lies I have wrung

Peace in a means

See all unseen

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after