The River Burning

if God were the moon and I were the sky
there would be such chaos to sow
all along the river dry
the world would burn as we fought for our time
the moments we’ve cherished in the lives we have tried
forever broken are our sons
our daughters the victor
to the spoils go the supper of dogs and their days
in moonlight we fade away as piano keys
ivory buried low in the graves of the brave
warriors laid low like the wheat of last winter
autumn knows nothing as we serve with a splinter
the sun in its glory would burn with all envy
all the while scalding our sense with noise of the future
noise we cannot ignore
chord after chord of delinquency
fervent melodies we do not wish upon the world
we fight on through this malice
chord after chord
broken again by the sound of their voices
now we suffer
discord
empty homes and burnt bodies on the floor
they reek of yesterday’s war and tomorrows forgiveness
we sow the seeds of hope in one hand
the weeds to choke them in the other
slowly we fall down into the trench
he dug it only yesterday
and now with blood and ash it lies in wait
the walls burn eternally
the trees reversed
roots above and branch below
our world has been lost to the ancient woe
still the fight is ever strong
I maim the stars, he scars the ground
the milky clouds itself with sand
dust from Mars, the barren hand
there are voices running deep and down
through the waves
trembling, weeping as I die
lyrics to a song of death
a song of battle, broken shields
dragons breath
no more do these fantasies matter to me
not in these moments of war
I am cast down upon the earth to fight again
God has won the skirmish and I am ten
my years are stripped as he brings me back
to the monsters I fought when I was pure
no more fighting now
I will endure
again I’ll face my youth with joy
with wondering
I am a boy
I look up at the sky and think
one day I may become some thing
some warrior or fearless beast
and wander the skies that are far and free
no one will stop me when I rise
from this earthly ball to a cosmic guise
when i ascend to heaven rank
only then will this God understand

Nightdreaming

live with me while i breathe the verse
while i sing the chords of your demise
in my eyes you are a soul
completely black
i am not whole
i am no more a man
i am dust in your eyes
in your touch
you do not exist
do not think i cannot see you there
in the starry night
in the far reaches of the furthest sun
dark as the night before yesterday
a future awaits us beyond time
beyond the words we assign
lullabies of pleasant ash
they frequent as we try to gnash
teeth and bone
eye to eye
with perfection there is no more
alone
no more wishing for forever
when there is no skin tone
when we are all together
in a cold assembly
drowning each other in our views
political and unbelievable
how are we not invisible
we see each other
yet we do not exist in this sphere
we are broken moths on the doorstep
pieces of this fingerless fraternity
we cannot sleep
the dark voices know it clear
we are doomed to this eternity
never will we sing the sky
of blues and green
ever shy
the dresses lift as wind evolves
the less we live
the more it calls
never there and always here
forever still
forever dear

The Darkest Dreamer

if there were birds floating down in the underverse
far below our wondering, far below our oaths
down beyond the trenches of war and deeper than life itself
would we ask them questions of happiness
or strife
would we ask of the unending darkness before life
and beyond the stars
where the old ones creep in distorted realities
worlds far removed from our awkward musings
where music is heard not by the ears
but by the tongue and touch of our twin flames
the otherworldly counterparts we give birth to in our time
in our lives
in our sojourn through this rift of matter
moments far removed from the thoughts of yesterday
the gentle ebb and flow of our eardrums
harmonious
no more twisted lullabies for those we bring into existence
only peace in time
in our emerald lives we lie on the beaches of tomorrow
where the waves are made of purest light
left to linger with the shores of shadow and temperance
we lie there
still in the night of eternity
waiting for this time when we are to be removed
far away
what do we say to all those listening
to all the dreamers waiting for their ship to come in
to those that wander, wander on
to those hoping for a better time in the morning of their next life
don’t lose touch of yourself
dream on little memory
wonder on
and if the dark dreamer comes to you in a helpless moment
when you are at your most lonesome
look to him and say, to send him dreaming on his way
i am waiting for my ride, on the waters of the light
so be a dreamer, far away
for death can not have me on this day
what do we say to all those listening
to all those memories whistling
all the creatures that carry on their duties low
when are we to visit there, not before we’ve had our share
what do we say to the darkest dreamer
before he marks us for the keepers
not today my shadowed friend
for today
i will not end