Eden is Lost

Eden is Lost

When the unknown signs
Line up in the sky
Your sitting thinking
You spend half your life
Learning the rules of the game

You’re lying on the ground
In a place unfound
And you’re sinking
You twist and you turn
But you never learn you name

Breathe in deep
And hold your breath
Till your dreams float away
You may see color
But everything is grey

Well Cain is Able and Eden’s lost
Seems some lives were the cost
A life should not be lived by its name
A life should be lived by the way it’s raised

Begging of Man

A broken arrow begins in the hands of a man
A broken treaty begins in the death of a land
A life begins the moment it is thought
A man is enslaved the moment he can be bought

A boy is a man with the coming of age
A tale is written with the turn of a page
A man becomes king when he kills for his crown
A farmer spends life and death in the ground

Elysium’s Gaze

She walks among them and with them
On every blade of grass
Cold and wet with the midnight dew
A full moon shown Elysium’s gaze

She runs around them and from them
Leaves dance in the air
Trees battle with the wind eternal
A winged dream howls in the night as Charon calls you closer

She stops and turns and she is them
A stream is flowing forth
Taking the few to the ends of the earth
The dirt and mud surround her feet with preview of things to come


Harvest Moon

The early morning dawn is made
The coming change of winter’s fade
Dancing ghosts of seasons past
Knowing dark will never last

Time goes on and on and on
Now awaiting my death knell song
Harvests moon begotten one
Eclipse the loss of season’s sun

Forgotten Cemeteries

Darkness fades at winters wake
Mocking tones about as ocean waves break
Blades of grass cut down in a battle’s quick end
As the padded earthen moss remains downtrodden

Falling leaves from assorted lives
Color changing true form to hide
Lakes of ice melt as their hold looses power
Forgotten cemeteries of earthen towers

Shifting Time

Shifting leaves of scarlet shade
The sands of time and dunes of grey
The setting sun is shown in red
Signs of fear as darkness spreads

Blackened sky with holes of light
Battles fought and beaten sight
The brittle mounds of sun baked earth
Born each morn of blissful birth

The ever-ticking hands of time
Truest sign of a troubled mind
Tragic loss in time of flight
The peaceful truce of day and night

The Calling

A dying light ushers in the dark
The worlds betrayed by human heart
The raindrops hit like bombs of war
The muddied earth of dreams left torn

Stars align in tales of old
As the fate of the world is left untold
The people changed by the worlds turn
The water boils as the world burns

Trees like towers in grassland plains
Living for light and then dead by day
The wind is calling screaming your name
To open your eyes to a world not the same

The Search for Self

Follow the path
Down the winding woods
The forest that is your mind
Past the gates of realms

Into the yard of your soul
A bone yard of memories
Lay beneath the tree that is yourself
Fall asleep

Dream a dream
A dream of kings
Of eastern winds
Of a time that once was

Wake up
Those times are lost
The trees of age and wisdom
Tell you to run

The Serpent and the Slave

The serpent lies at the gate
Guarding in eternal wait
For the one to come near
To kiss the truth, the snake, without fear

His wait will be longer, for the one enslaved
Locked in his world he can’t be saved
Restricted to the length of his chains
Shackled by his friends and pains

It’s Time to Segregate the Ghost

All the boys in all the town
Get out the sheets and get out their gowns
The sun will rise and sun will set
The world turns and we will forget

Pointed caps and cut up sheet
A living spirit is whom they greet
To celebrate fear their blades they glisten
You tell them to stop but they wont listen

All the boys they don’t know why
They beat this boy until he dies
A murder made and riots start
Then there is a wicked march

They string him up outside his home
The hanging branch creeks and then it moans
An example made and seen by most
Tells all the boys to dance the ghost

All dressed up this town amassed
Dressed like ghosts from evils past
The sun will rise and sun will set
The world turns and we will forget

My Last Stand

So when the war games are over
Ship me home
In a pine box
With my blood and bones

For I am Custer
This is my last stand
We will fight to the death
Fight to every last man

Now blood is flowing
Through my veins
Thinking of tomorrow
And all the pains

Boys we will fall
From smoking guns
But tonight we drink
Tonight we pray it never comes

The Former Lives

Like a bastard
I am falling faster
Than I should

Like a servent
The unworthy
I bow on one knee

Like the Viet Cong
Lock and load
Machine guns mow me down

Like a criminal
Strapped down
Lit up like a Christmas tree

Like a monk
With gasoline
Light a match and I’ll be clean

The Homecoming

A dead king fallen
Shot down by bow
Awaiting the birth of a prince
The son he will never know

Victory and defeat
All in the same day
The battle was won
But in sadness they say

Curse these twisted hands
Thy thieving hands of fate
Lord why would you take
What took so long to create

The town of his birth
The land he calls home
It was on these cobbled stones
That his men laid their king’s bones


The Wasteland

Take me down to the wasteland where the end in new
I have heard everything done everything
I have seen everything nothing is new
Nothing is new to me just as it is you

You can only live the same day five times a week
Sitting in utter darkness waiting for the old to be new
Each moment repeating walking like drones
First leaving house and then coming home

When miracles happen every day
When the news hits the press and it is all the same
Like you heart beating on again ticking your time
Your days are numbered just as they are mine

Spring is everyday fall is every night
A silent repeater dying without a fight
Created each morn and then turned to sand
Take me down to the wasteland

Unseen Forces

Unseen forces
Clash against the will
Of men who try
But cant fulfill

Some say it is easier
To breath when dead
Lain asleep eternal
Or so they said

Unsung

Hanging on about o break
Rope swaying in its dance of fate
Hanging on every word from my tongue
Like a shotgun blast from the sun

A fated inquisition
Wolves gunned down
For future transgressions
Judgment from the barrel of a gun

Behind those darken eyes
Ghosts of fate and fear
Like buzzards to a kill
With their knowledge of the verse unsung

E’ Tu’ Brute’

Beware the ides of March
Day of their leaders last beat of heart
Conspirators hide on the shadows
Plot in mind as they bow

Stabbed in the back by his most trusted friend
In murder his rule was at its end
Assassination of a leader
Laying on the floor dead and bleeding

The body of sanity’s end
Marc must right the wrongs there must be revenge
Mobs and hysteria come out of the woodwork
As their leader’s blood is absorbed by the earth

Lynch mobs strike without regret
Without thought they slay the poet
Defending the one who made them poor
Attacking those who wanted to make them more

Chambers of the Aged Mind

Looking upon a vast field of death
Conspirators were many but few are left
Brutus gearing of Cassius’ slaying
Takes his life without delaying

As his eyes roll back and his head hits the ground
His ears shut off and he hears no sound
Blood pumps from the hole in his side
As he reflects through the chambers of his aged mind

Battles were fought for the glory of Rome
Not fought to defend his home
They were fought to better Caesar’s name
He realized he was not to blame

He knew he did right with the last beat of his heart
He will not regret the Ides of March

Dance of Death

A dance for old a dance for ages
The sweet smelling oils and the book of pages
The steeple singing a mortal bell
A tone that screams in hell

The horned beasts with human legs
Leads the dance after they pray
As they dance some cry some laugh
They are all here on his behalf

An unknown man from a far away place
Turns and removes the red mask from his face
He asks if we are ready for the dance to begin
A joyous event to cleanse their sins

A man brought in tied from ankle to wrist
A Judas paying for things the groups has missed
The lamb in wolf’s fur tired to the stake
Lit ablaze in a murderous wake

They yell and laugh when he is gone
He had to die so they’d move on
The outsider screams, “I’ve come for his soul”
He may be done here, but he is not below

As the man turn daemon raises a severed head
We all begin the dance of the dead
Then the daemon retreats to the ground
A screaming soul let out a death cry sound

Once he leaves the dark is light
Falling now are beads of life
A dance for life and the food they will have
They danced with the devil, although no sad

The horned beasts and ghosts of old
Take out the book of stories told
A dance of death an dance of life
Life and death in one evil night

To be encircled by beasts with hors and claws
Because they say you broke the laws
They dance again this dance of death
This dance they do is on your behalf

Departed

Departed I leave without remorse
So long as my life is on course
The end awaits me from any source
Mortal life a gift and curse

To see one’s soul in the mirror
To know one’s self without fear
Acceptance of death in the clear
True soul true self appear

Chopping Block Memories

The secrets of death I cannot hide
But were stolen from me when I died
Chopping block memories of murderers and thieves
Chopping block memories of kings and queens

The chopping block your head rests on
Holds tight its tales of murder and love
Murderers thieves kings and queens
All live different lives but all die on their knees

Your look up searching for god
One quick motion as your head hits the sod
The secrets of death still hold true
No matter by sword or noose

Most secrets forever taken to the grave
Lying dormant at the place you were slain
Chopping block memories between you and the dead
Chopping block memories between you and the edge