One Little Word

The nectar of gods you’re meant for above but down here on earth you’re the anthropomorphic form of that drug.

Addiction you are when away from me, but when we’re together my heart seems to bleed.

Aphrodite looks for the thing that you are but the gift she once had dropped like a falling star straight down to earth you traveled far.

A land of great sky you once called home leave to walk a road that did not lead to Rome, roam you did until you were done this road that you traveled so far have you come.

Like the moth to a flame I am drawn to your light I cannot stop although its burning me alive I go down and down I refuse to save myself so I will drown in all that you are I know what I am merely a mortal a humble man.

Now the box is open Prometheus’s words not heeded though spoken as warning of what he knew but now we are through the world is changed and can never be the same.

The cause is simple a single word, and is so complex that it will never be understood; if you don’t know that of which I speak….tough luck.

Here in my cage

My heart is yours and now its breaking I feel betrayed but it was of my own making, the anger and hate boils below the surface I have seen this line before and crossed it. The destruction in the wake of the path that was taken was a toll to high for many to pay I paid it then and I‘ll pay it again to have you back with me once again. I want to sent right that which was wrong my heart hurts so bad because now you are gone. My wrath know no limits from those that would hurt you; The animal inside screams in its cage furiously clawing with murderous rage, he is dark with fire for eyes most people don’t know that he’s even alive. I keep him contained in the cage inside and the day that you see him in my eyes is the day I fear for he’s taken over. Your love is the cage that quiets the beast and without you I don’t see how he will stay in he wants to come out, playing again destroying everything in sight, I don’t know why but tonight he feels so alive and close to the surface . There is nothing that I would not do the world doesn’t know the destruction I would reign on it to protect you, to keep you safe away from harm.
The road has been traveled one time before it was your heart that I broke now its mine that is torn, I can’t help what I feel and unconditional love is something I long for and hope once again to feel. Eyes wide open now you must see. Love is not just a good feel when the times are swell, but it is undeserved even when you are hurt and all fail, if love is only love with all your heart when times were good it wasn’t love that was felt. If there wasn’t love then I can sleep and tame the beast. For yet a little longer and then I must go I need the chance to love and I hope I will know, once again someday the feel of you warm embrace and the words “I love you” as my heart starts to race.
My heart is in your hand and you have the key keep this animal in the cage or set him free. You know who you are and I’m calling to you this is my last cry before I drown. I’m going under there is no way out.

Immortal View of Time

Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.

The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.

Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind through out the night.

The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful words is he really anything more than a spider to me?

The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you anyways.

Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the eyes of the Ancient of Days.

Fallen Angels

I come from heaven not from hell,
Hell is the place on earth in which I dwell.
Immortal I stand against you fragil man, I can not die
You will never survive, I am unseen before the moment you fall.
I am a ghost in the night, and a shadow in a dark room.
I will reign terror on those who stand to oppose.
I am the face in your dreams that robs you of your sleep.
You pace and sweat, i am the fear who eats you alive.
I come from heaven not from hell I am the one called Fallen Angel.

When Angels Cry

The rain pours down wrecking the day you had planned, soaking through your firewood. Time and energy spent and wasted with this fall of water from the skies, looking up and imagine the angels cry. The rain washes and cleans away the filth and grim, but in the moment it seems to be only lost time; the hurt and pain that comes out with the rain, it goes on for days and seems it will never go away. You ever try to light a camp fire with wet wood? You keep trying for awhile hoping to have the wood catch and reward you with a warm fire, but after awhile you stop trying because you realize that not matter what you try its just not going to light. At the crossroads the Devil stands with a can of gasoline, waiting to make a deal. For a small price you can have the burst of flame you so desperately crave, in that moment you feel whole and complete with the warm arms of the fire reaching out to hold you tight. In time no matter how much gas you buy, the rain from heaven when angels cry will drown the flame; leaving you with nothing but shame that you sold out for a temporary flame. What is that price that is to be paid, so you can feel the warmth, but the gas quickly burns away leaving you standing in the crossroads with a price to pay. In my life I have learned it’s not the price you want to pay for the short lived flame, just hold on and in the new day the rain will go away.

Frog Pond Show

Dancing lilies gracefully above the surface of the turbulent waters
a flourish of colors around her the rumbles of thunder in the sky
the rain drums on the frog pads as the wind sings and the clouds roll by
the lightning flashes like a strobe while the thunder keeps the beat
the lilies and the pads together move slow they may not be loud and flashy
they are beautiful and the center of this frog pond dance show

What is really worth fighting for?

I have read that peace is not something that you can guard and protect, but rather war is an animal that you keep in a cage until the time comes to unleash it. I firmly believe that there some problems in the world that call for in short....war but the reasons right now that we claim we are fighting for are bloated and very general. We are told that we are fighting terrorism, the problem is what is terrorism? its an idea and ideas cannot be killed, and we as the most powerful country in the world need to come to grips with the fact that not everyone in the world is going to like us, but honestly who really cares if they do? Does some iraqi's hate for how much better off you have life really concern you? For that matter if you care so much why not move there and help them out. I have been to Iraq a couple times and for as much as they hate us they try so hard to live up to the standard that we do.
Wiping out terrorism is one big circle and if wiping it out is the goal, we might as well just kill the whole middle east because we are creating more terrorist every single day. Am i anti-war? Yes i am at this point, i think the war has gone on for too long and i have heard very high ranking officers say that this is a war that we CAN NOT WIN an if you can't win it then why are my brothers out there in that wasteland dying? This blood is being spilt for some politican's pride because enough is never enough. Most of those out there fighting and dying contrary to what you are told do not believe in or support this war, then why did i do it? why do they do it? because we have to, there is no choice about going into that situation.
I love and support our military and thats they way we all should be. You don't have to like the war or even support it but, love and support the men and women that are out there, what they are doing is a job...one that they have now choice about where they go or what they do, but keep in mind they are people like you and me. It never got me upset when people protested the war, it did get me mad when they would rally and a serviceman's funeral.
The last and final point of this blog is what is a terrorist? no one thinks that they are a terrorist but i know good and well that i have been thought of as one, kicking someone's door down and dragging people out in the middle of the night. Then again are you being a terrorist trying to stop people from killing you? or how about fighting to get an unwanted military out of your city? Either party believes they are right and sees the other as the terrorist. would you defend you country? would you fight know the other people have a stronger fighting force than you? I would and i hope the rest of you would too, because everything thing worth having is worth fighting for and you're not really living untill you have something worth dying for.