Your Move

“You do not win a game of chess by being a chess piece but without them there is no game to play.”

The Meditation

Still

Looking for finality
A satisfying conclusion
To the battles and struggles
Made by man and his illusions

All these years
Decades
Centuries
I have waited for the day

Still

Silence is my appeaser
Where the thought finds a way
To circumvent the conflict
And live another day

Another day of waiting
As decades pass
Centuries
And still I wait

Same Old Song

The manipulator dropped one pace behind the hymn while announcing the enemy ahead. The hymn inquired who this enemy may be, seeing nothing more than a startled old couple under a neon glare. “Your family” came the reply and yet the people before  hymn were complete strangers.

Blunt

The edge dulled
Too many battles
That last conversation
Proved fatal
The end bypassed
By some strange
Twist of fate
We had a moment
That no longer relates
And I dive
In to this hopelessness
Hoping it concludes

Never mind
It doesn’t matter
It’s past
It’s gone
But not as gone
As I am

Ethereal

A ring in the dark
Turns to a whisper
Seeping in to a slumbering soul
The message is clear
But will he remember
Which path to take
To once more feel whole

Shemanism

Read what is written
Not what you think has been said
For the ink is my blood
Running blue
In to red
The author of authority
The law you obey
For I am the predator
And you are my prey

Kneel down before me
And open your soul
I’ll reach deep inside you
And give you a goal
My purpose
Your purpose
I am all you need
But the ink well is dry
So for me you shall bleed

Now read what is written
It is not what you think
For I am the author
And you are the ink
That I spill with abundance
In glory to me
And once you run dry
I’ll declare that you’re free

And worship they will
The one who gave all
In the name of a father
Who let his child fall
In to the pit
Of delusion and hate
In order to live
On the back of your fate

Y

Write the letters
Find the song
Unspoken words
Healing the wrongs
Of days gone by

I missed the point
Of no return
The fork in the road
Where passions burn
And refuse to die

That’s where you stood
With heart on sleeve
Asking me
To just believe
And never question why

Knowledge! I said
Is all need
Whether I smile
Whether I bleed
I’ll hold you deep inside

The Devil’s Notes

You may pander to your priests and messiahs with the hope of being one of the chosen but the all seeing eye has you counted and when judgement is made, the devil takes all.

Finders keepers

We are all lost souls but some of us live long enough to find ourselves.

Five Points of Perception