Armed With Words

Words of skill
All truly nill
To feel like you’ve had your fill

Words to kill
Your silly thrill
A pre-planned emotional spill

Mighty this, mighty that
Hoard through gluttony on fat
A cause for your divisive hat

Purge the soul
Purge the whole
Purge the backstabbing mole

Knives in my back
Foresight you lack
Through silence fade to black

Words to be slick
Words to be quick
Attachments resemble a walking stick

Independence
In dependence

It’s not enough, it never is

Pain, like a stabwound to your soul
Leaving us all perpetually unwhole

Burnt to a crisp and left forever dead
We all live our lives with hidden dread

I have always wanted to forget
27 years of my life…with no regret

They say time is a healer
I’d say time is more a killer
(Who are ‘they’ anyway?)

In an existence as unforgiving as ours…wait, then what?
We force ourselves to live without any empathetical thought?

I think not.

I truly believe that at heart we are all sensitive and compassionate beings,
Forced to exist in a world unkind, with lives led through our own hostilities

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

The answer that we all unanimously eventually arrive & get at
Is a soul cancer, now take this on your back. A heartfelt ‘keep-at- it’ pat

Your struggles, trials and ascendance?
It’s not enough…it never really is

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

This shit’s not rhyming as clean as my usual wordsmith mouth can
But, what the actual fuck? Our superficial world is an emotional-ban

Attachments and families?
Unnecessary fallacies

LoL LoL
LoL LoL
Fuck you
Fuck me

Go ahead…hide the pain inside
Breathe the life of life
Go ahead…hate what you’ve become now
Intoxicated with the death of Death

Hope and Death
Cope and End

Hold me down now
With your face in a frown

But do let me go
While I try to find a home

Have I helped you now?
I don’t know

We’ve all got to fight just to make it through
So I say this now – it’s all you, you and you

It’s not enough…It never is
But, I want to get there first

I will be the One
I’ll die for anyone
What have I become?

Medicate, medicate
Medicate, medicate

Your struggles, trials and ascendance?
It’s not enough…it never really is

Bird Of Fire

A phoenix birthed from a charred heart
From the skies it flew down to play a part

It tought resilience through its choicest tears
Fanned the flames away off of all your fears

The orange wings spread in distance wide
Embracing the burnt-heart within it’s hyde

A life filled with perpetual neo-negativity
Will once again be cleansed with tenacity

A burning fire within fluctuates between strong and weak
A perseverance keeps resuscitating itself in a life that’s bleak

The Phoenix sheds it’s tears to foster this heart’s raging flame
The rejuvenated soul resumes to take part in your frivolous game

In stillness
In calmness
The heart beats again

The crucible of pain will always forge the strongest soul

Fateless

‚ÄčAn innocent child

Corrupted

At such a tender age

An innocent babe

Caught

In the throes of duality

Innocence is lost

In the spirit of

The chase

Infants bleed

Hung upside down

Punished for their curiosity

Wailing

In the distance

A once monotone voice

Now responds

Touched by the hand of sanity

A divinity lost in insanity

Vibrant minds

Within us all

Ancient memories

Relive these lives

Mind’s they scream

Intertwining in ecstasy

On the helm of

A black Raven’s claws
Which once tore at their minds

Innocent souls

Once Corrupted

Still persevere

Still exist

But over-judged

And misunderstood