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.
Pulled and pushed, my soul is scarred
Duty and growth my path is marred
Decisions made muddle my sight
Family or self what is my fight?
Teach and learn or lie alone
Respect your blood, love your bones
The angles of life point to light
The links of family grant us might
The compass spins never to rest
The hands of fate demand your best
Your eyes are made of the jewels of heaven
Your smile formed by the hands of the muses
Your celestial voice is the envy of all angels
Your touch heals those with shattered hearts
When you were created the seraphs wept in envy
The beauty of your smile is second only to your soul
Finally my heart has found and completed its goal.
As I slowly float through this white and murky sea
I breath in my dreams and the bubbles of eternity
Above the waves I hear the roar and hungry bellows of war
And I felt the turbulence as they trod through the milky shore
My eyes watched as the sea slowly turned crimson red
And the depths increased its pressure as it filled with dread
I did not move nor did I flinch as the beast approached in greed
For I new this sea was mine and I had all that I needed to succeed.
Upon the dawn we cast our call,
For the end is nigh- the end of night.
Who we call but heavens host,
To banish our fears and bring us peace,
We who served since time was itself,
We who praise He who is King.
What of our reward, we humbly ask,
For we are but children in Your vast shadow.
We pray for guidance in our new light,
For the sun does shine
In Your infinite light.
The winds of time might blow our way Turning back our unending age To the past we go, misdeeds undone To right a future so dark and sketchy- The past we seek because it is necessary. To save ourselves from misfortunes query We travel through time, its fabric unraveled Facing our soul we must be strong Guiding and coaching away from wrong. Help us father we beg of thee, Help us finish or we will cease to be.
Like dormant cancer flowing through my veins,
The hate I nurse closest to my heart,
Running slowly like an icy stream through my brain,
Day after day we never seem to part.
The pain and hurt digs ever deeper,
Hiding from moonlit fields and captivating laughter,
Yet the light of day it seeks to find,
Stumbling through shadows like a man that’s blind.
I seek the heaven so many speak of,
Slitting my veins in blood drenched offering,
Praying to the gods to let me end my suffering,
Their cold indifference, nothing to speak of.
At the end of day a pact we make,
To lie together wrapped tightly in each others arms,
Let death be a friend and welcome companion,
As we leave this world, forfeiting it for the next.
Deep within my vast being I feel the tides of purpose rising
the clouds of resolve have started roll upon the horizon
the mortal elixir within my veins has finally started boiling
the whispers of thunder have broken the adamant rampart of fear
my internal tempest has reached its violent and bloody climax
I look into the abyss of my eternal heart for signs of hope
but in the darkness all I find is the omnipotence of passion
And now as I look upon the hordes of drones and their blind reliance
I quietly stoke the infinite flames of purpose, passion and defiance.
They shining flames of pain soak into my soul
The burning winds of desire engulf my form
The swarms of war and fire have taken their toll
The rays of knowledge have destroyed the dark storm.
There is no way to stop the waves of fate
But the beacons hope will anchor our will
We will transcend the world of love and hate
And enter a realm were the soul is strong and the spirit still.
The greatness we have reached was built on blood and steel
that is the history that the scholars teach whether it is fake or real
When we peer into our short lived past we do see death and flames
but look even deeper and you’ll see many served under peaces name
Many sages, prophets and normal soul have healed the souls of reality
Time and time again have put down swords for peaceful morality
War alone cannot build for its role is to destroy and condemn
Peace is needed to quench the flames and to heal with light that never dims.