Rebirth and Rejoice

With the misty morning at my door,

And the song of duty by its side.

I fell my purpose shake my core,

Inside my doubt I will not hide.

I have returned from hibernation,

Its destiny; I had no choice.

So behold my souls celebration,

My muse is reborn; so soul rejoice.

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The Pheonix is nigh

When broken bones and bloody eyes turn to scars,
Trembling lips and withering smiles curse the stars.
Our hands do the dirty work of evolutions eternal war,
We break them down rending and tossing their mask afar.
They’ll curse and weep beneath our steady hands.
As enemies, in splintered unity they’ll try to stand.
But soon they’ll see why we tear and rip at their hope,
For soon amidst the shadows and inky darkness they’ll grope.
From their singed corpse we’ll smite the false truths and lies,
So from their ashes they can be reborn and within new fire, rise.

Enigmatic Dirge

My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.

Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind

Dusty Love

The gray dusk haze wraps its palms around my neck

The tired heavens sighs as it rests its sullen eyes

Calloused feet slide wearily across the old crying deck

The inky night slowly captures blazing celestial fireflies.

A salty gem descends your porcelain face

You tremble sending quakes into my heart

Emotions weave silently into my heart of lace

A rogue prayer is murmured for us to never part.

Through my windows I stare into your depths

And through mine you see my hidden truth

From crooked ceiling to down my hoary steps

From my shadowed basement to my rusty roof.

But through my bloody panes I through my lust

And now I wait for you to show your love coated in dust.

Death On A Coin, Life In A Round

Who we love they all despise

and strike with hungered eyes

Those that they cherish we hate

We throw them at the reapers gate

Bone, blood, flesh and air

Fill us all just like love and despair

So why do we snarl at the river

If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.

Blank Pages Of Chaos

Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry

The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief

The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody

The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee

The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy

The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear

Inspiration has its age

The quietus has its reign

It all started on an empty page

Tailored Destiny

It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be

I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly

No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold

I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told

It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be

I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.

 

Deathless Love, Lifeless Heart

 

Empty shell of a man

Shallow hole of a heart

Pitied bones of a man

Painted smile on a heart

Shattered life of a man

Desperate cry of a heart

New day for a man

Old dirge for a heart

Love lives for a man

Love Lived for a heart

Hunger For A Heart

We all have a beast pounding in our chest

It seeks to devour our lives with love

It is an addiction we can’t resist

Granted to us from above

We thirst for the sun within the dark

Forever we hunger for our loves heart

Shadowed Muse

Dreams of rivers drenched in light

Visions of dancers in the dusk

Wailing opera in the night

The dawn breaths its rosy musk