VII

Light

in the light, the evil fades

within its' fading...

evil recaptures its' ground

long before time began

the minions of evil roamed

unbound

festering in the darkness

VI

VI
My life, which stands in vain
forgotten in thy past
the songs of which
are still sung this day
as it was in days past.

* note: this is to be read to the rythmn of the Lords prayer

V

time of errant heroes wandering
from plane to plane
In wanderlust lost, Searching for peace
with a restless soul
blackness of midnight encircles the mind
sun rising over the mountain peak
bringing in the new day
feeling its' warmth, the valley
bustles with new life.

IV

the awakening dawn,

an everlasting halo of sunshine
flowing from the drain of the soul.
exotic scents from within
Death at the doorstep
calling out in malignant humour
is this the end, or
Is this the beginning
to an elaborate dream
in the mind of a god?

III

Singing to a heathen god
the warriors of
a forgotten realm
clash at the gates
until the last breath of life issues forth
...as I sit
       the carnage continues
outside the walls
          lightning
sparks the night sky
          the storm approaches
echoing through the hills
the sounds arrive
the sounds of the seals breaking
          ' and I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name
that sat upon him was Death, hell hath followed him...'
                                                                   Revelation 6:8
stuck in past ideology
everything fought for
is in vain
cries of agony
cries of the dying
fill the sunrise.
how to justify
this senseless
     war

II

the spirits of a dying race
call out

screaming to be set free from earthly
boundaries of life
          longing for the everlasting joy
and comforts of the final resting place.
for we move to another life
          like a ravenous caterpillar
that 'dies' to become the splendid butterfly
like a fallen angel in retrospective order.

An enchanting array of harpoons
spartans en masse on the grounds
killing
                    and willing to be killed
opposing futuristic-looking robotic machines
         abolishing representation
the final result: a future where survival will be
a folkloric fantasy

Part 1

I
-the battle-

" and he shewed me a pure river of the water of life, 
clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb "
                                          Revelation 22:1


     Dragons of the deep
                     Songs from a shining Moon
    dripping blood from an angry wolf's mouth.
                      In ritualistic splendor
                            a child sighs its' last breath
          through clench teeth
                 - the animal gorges itself


                   an atom falls on the seas of fate
ripping, stripping
                   flesh from a corpses' littering form
a string of pearls drop the air
     rattling
         in the morning stillness
waking me to the eternal struggle once more
waking me to yet another bloody and psychological battle

     as I wake, a memory lingers
     a memory, when all thoughts were
innocent and pure
     the blood of a thousand heartbreaks,
the screams from multitudes of crushed minds
    all testimonies for the battle

          Songs from a distant reality
          ( a reality seen once before )
                        crashing into the brain, echoing
    along the canals of the mind stirring up
strength
         I know not from where
   lights from a thousand sunsets
pour into the heart
                    lifting, it does, the consciousness
to a heightened relaxation
  making the battle real again
  ( to become focused again )
     a bourgeois tag of philosophical
views arise from, and within the battle
    force each side o re-evaluate positions
they chose
     with a multiminded destiny having
  but one body to fulfill the course
     the battle rages onward
       onward and upward
   with remorse of an earlier love
        I refuse to give way, for
I have seen infinity for what it really is
      within its' endless crypts
  and wordless thoughts
       the boundaries for my eternal soul
  are set.  Does it mean an end,
       is this the final battle?


    riding high on adrenalin I strike at
the heart of the beast
     but to no avail
                      for he shall win this time.
as the conflict ends,
    two figures remain on the battlefield...
Death and I embrace as one and depart,
     to the restless
                     embodiment of limbo
     until we are, once again, called to
the bloody carnage