Rebuilding eachother

Bare handed
I will pull up
All those fallen onto stone
Tables, blank and bare
Are souls never who touched
There. Laying foundation alone,
Brick by brick buildings
Be thrown, but not alone.
Forsake not thy low broken
Kin, nor the drop of a fell foe.
Recall a gruesome time when light
Prevailed between stoic rivals-
Salidin's aid to the lionheart
An echo in time of chivalry.
Keep the thought close friends.
Seek out hope,
Meditate on peace,
Realize the vision.
Together- brothers and sisters
We will build it
Brick by brick.

The smallest spark can

Take the smoke in
Because there is little thought left
When all air is toxic.
Swallow defiance because
What strength do you retain to struggle?
Do not holler behind your bars
Nor rattle your chains at your captors-
Because your annoyance
Will only ignite their brutality.
Hide your bruises with shame
Turn the other cheek
Again, and again, and again.
By all means-
Do not stand up
Do not speak out
Do not let injustice fill you with rage.
I dare you to beg for a freedom
You wont even fight for.


Its time to start something yourself
begin your revolution.

Pages before the Void

I pay for this in blood

Faust didn't get as good a deal
To be less than evil
And spin silver webs
Between innocent eardrums
Whilst I whisper of dreams
To the children counting sheep.
drive them forth with bedtime stories

Encouraging them to live tomorrow better

I pay for each word
In rich thick black blood
Scatterbrain scribbled page to page
Is the truth of me
The drift of a storm
The shaking reality
A spool of unwinding thread.

At the end of the day I pray
You will see the scars
 the bags under my eyes
And forgive me

for the truths I told

and lies I could no longer hold

Because I refuse to live in a world without dreamers

without Wonderland walking wishers

Without those brave enough to face the darkness-

to call in the dawn.

In my blood I will write

what is right-

Hope shall not die this night.

On the Throne

What a perfect place to die
In this ancient stoic seat
The world itself spinning out of control
Falling down on me
A fallen hero
Grace rid shepherd of the lost
What lyre could I pluck
To wind a song of worse luck
Where else would my journey end
 but here ?
This really stinks
It makes me feel sick
I'm too old and fat and meak
To carry the shield
And defend the weak
Maybe I'll find that land I once sought
And the grace I knew it would give to me
What a place to fall
This lonely cold chair
If I'm gonna die anywhere
It might as well be here.
Cheers.