Occidere et Redire

First we see a proletariat
Poor and void of hope
Than you see a rich man
Who goes out in poor mans clothes.

Gambling dope and prostitutes
Are where his money goes.
How such tricksters sleep at night
The world may never know.

Next you see a holy man who’s getting by on bribes
After work you see him at the brothel getting high.
What a joyous world you see,
Deceptive is it not.

If only the world was have as nice
As the naive consumers thought.
Just like the US scientists
Who test their bombs abroad.

While islanders who used to call these wasteland islands home,
Were left to sit in starvation gaining cancers in their bones.
Tell me now was it worth the peoples eyes to know,
Just how many lives a bomb could ruin in one blow.

Mother earth has given us all what we think we own,
And that’s how we repay her and the planet we call home.
Our nuclear weapons could destroy the human race,
And ruin the whole planet,

Over trivial trade pacts,
Just so the aristocrats
Can play their stupid games.
Yet they say that were insane.
While they fiend like junkies
Over power and capital gain.

It seems the more destructive habits
Earn most respect,
Ruin all the lives you want
so long as you sign checks.

As long as money flows from you
Than do just as you please,
As long as you are richer
than the lives that you impede.

In a sick society
I’m glad to not be healthy,
I wish to take no part
In all that’s glamorous and wealthy.

 

 

Sub Terra Vivere

Twenty feet below the earth

The setting stretches through the dirt.

The view: a lively mountain town,

That rests above all those around.

Towering Mountains that scrape the skies,

Can be viewed from right outside

You see trees that line the backs

trailing towers of earthful wrath

Several towns scattered about

Linked by winding trailing paths.

Petere Medicinam

We are here and now is time,

We left our selves with broken mind.

Twelve bells sound upon the tower.

Thy was nowhere found.

Still they sing of aural power

Gained through countless toiled hours.

Gracefully they sang a blues

So lonesome it brought all to tears.

A screaming soul o wanting out

Was all that I had held to hear.

Freedom rings upon our death

And till that day we give our breath

This is all we’d hope to give.

Through the modest lives we live.

Labored words for labored eyes.

Savored truths, recycled lies.

Solum Mane

20 ticks past 8 He clocked,

and Slowly he began to walk.

Only for to sit back down,

Light a smoke to lift a frown,

Puff of darkened air expels,

Followed with a lengthy sigh.

Not the slightest bit compelled

This morning he had wondered why.

His phone did ring, the tone did sing

Yet he could not be bothered.

Half awake he gazes til

His mind begins to wander

Toward no destination

save for That of skies above.

Until he’d fallen back asleep

Even Though he’d slept enough.

Amicum Redire

Agony swirling between thy ears

Nearly bringing thou to tears.

That did cease when rest was sought,

Surprised was thine when waking brought

His eyes to meet and lock with hers

She who left so long before,

Now they all began to stir;

Every feeling we may afford.

Blessed we charged for to embrace.

Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.

How bitter & sweet did reunite.

Even if just for a night.

Grateful just to view her face.

Typically not one to feel,

Yet this was a special case.

Off away my thoughts did peel,

Caught by paper not to waste.

So the show it still goes on.

On it goes, indeed it shows,

The path to that we call our home.

Where the heart did and does lie.

Lies our hearts tell you and I.

We try and try to outsmart ourselves,

So lay thy down besides the shelf.

There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.

The pain that grows in sweeping tides.

Cry you might but don’t feel bad.

This is all we’ve ever had.

Any else’s we may hold, must

Die before the quick and bold.

When everyone is but a thief,

Being dumbs the only crime.

What a beautiful relief,

To know that everybody lies.

Adfectantibus Romanis Cantor

Swapping spirits through a screen.

Both know not of what they mean.

An arm for rent details the scene.

He utters nothing in thousands of words.

She who keeps running but can’t stay away.

Feels so absurd, you confirmed that today.

Unsure of how but minds have been made.

Both of them know but neither will say.

The holes in their chests will be healing okay.

Yet without force more than each other to thank.

With gazes that rob mortal souls like a bank.

They finally find who they’d hold to the grave.

Who these two are I cannot recall.

It might just be you but it may be us all.

Both in their voices held sounds for sore minds.

Neither aware of the treasures they hide.

Better to not stay stuck in the eye,

When your being pulled through onto their side.

The only mistake he could make now is lie,

Be honest and free yourself from your own ties.

Every question is asked for a reason.

If she can have trust than forever she keeps him.

Else they may both stay in limbo forever.

Leave they may not till they walk it together.

The writer tries but cannot deny.

The visions of her flashing past his closed eyes.

he follows the words of the unconscious mind.

If only he had realized what you felt the would time.

Maybe that would close their gap.

But for now he needs a nap.

Now that you’ve been synchronized.

No one else may catch your eyes.

That goes for both you and I.

Here’s our chance to feel alive.

One that neither want to miss.

The story starts a nervous kiss.

No telling where it goes from there.

And tell he not but ask she dare.

Chaos chose its favorites.

Now we’ve nothing to forget.

Free from all our past regrets.

The wall between us shatters to bits.

Your my cage and I thy chain, you thy heart and I thy brain.

Since my hook met your refrain.

So glad that I rode this train.

I thought I’d never feel the same.

But I smile more than ever before.

Ever since you came aboard.