Viva la Rebellion
How can someone who burns so hot be so cold?
How can something that feels so right be so wrong?
It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home
The further I drift
The hotter I burn
The colder it gets
The more I yearn
For something less painful than the stake in my back
I can’t relax
I can’t look at myself
This can’t go on
I’m still trying to make sense of it
I can’t make amends to it
The pathway of destruction is wide
And many are in route
The end looks like the beginning
And the beginning…
A cloud of soot
But the stairway to serenity is more than meets the eye
It spirals up instead of down
And lifts you far up off the ground
The first step is wide as wide can be
A simple task to catch a grip
They were high up on a mountain top
A garden in the sky
Whispering words of wisdom
As far can reach the eye
They had love for all God’s bounty
The curious and little things
Creatures in the valley
Horns, and thorns and wings
But their gift became their Krypton
Curiosity killed their throne
Here comes the dragon
I know he’s kreeping around the way
I could smell that bird coming out the pit from miles away
I act like I don’t see him as I go about my biz
Check him in the mirror like I’m locked up in a prison
These walls, these walls, they’re all around
A dungeon in my mind
His shadow kreeps like candlelight
A traitor to my eye
He’s there but he’s not with me
He’s coming in for the kill
Mountains of Zion
So full of grace
The Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou
In the last days of Rome
For you are the light that shines through the cold
Blessed is your chalice
The cup of your blood
The wine of salvation
The womb of your throne
The dawn of your glory
Like the crimson at dusk
Who can withstand the night of day?
As the clouds roll in
And the laughter fades away
The warmth of the sun
A distant memory
Fog of the mind
Chains of lethargy
Pray for salvation
An inkling of light
Behold
God is mercy
She sees in the dark
like a bat out of hell
An echo in the park
She preys like a spell
The glow of the moon
is no match for her shadow
Her cold, bleeding heart sheds more light than the towns
That she stalks
And she mourns
And she summons to battle
Look at all the birds
Every shape, color, size
Scratching at the surface
Pecking at the lies
Adorning the walls with excrement
Every day is a holiday
Every day is the same old story
The plot thickens
But none will sway
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are all the vines?
Where are all the pretty birds?
Where are all the signs?
The following badass poem was inspired by Sue Vincent’s daily photo prompt:
The crow caws in the early morning
then smashes into my window
as I wipe the sleep crusted tears from my eyes
What a wonderful sight to see
as I awake to a hopeful new day
The blood of the morning star
dripping down my window pane
Taunting me to share in his glory
Tweet tweet tweet
Says the morning star
I have so many ways to distract you from your path
The wars of the world never heal
Never die
Hail to the throne
Glory to the kill
The games of the thrones don’t save
Only lie
Beckon to the call
Buy your wasted time
Dreams
Of the famous
And the riches
And the pride
Of the mansions
And the pensions
Picket fences
Little dogs
The wars of the world never heal
Never die
Hail to the throne
Glory to the kill
The games of the thrones don’t save
Only lie
Beckon to the call
Buy your wasted time
Dreams
Of the famous
And the riches
And the pride
Of the mansions
And the pensions
Picket fences
Little dogs
