A World Without Music

Come back to me.

I wander in darkness and silence,

With no music to keep my stride.

Deafened chaos robs me of sense,

Panicked confusion steals my pride.

There is no focus to focus,

No point to point.

The world is pillaged of locus,

Left grey, melancholic, and disjoint.

Come back to me.

Where is my heart’s harmony?

Where is my soul’s wavelength?

Free me from this monotony,

Giving meaning to my aimless strength.

I shield my tortured ears

As the machine grinds and squeals.

I hope through my shaking tears

That oblivion will not be revealed.

Come back to me.

All is deathly quiet now.

The world has become insensate.

My blessed music, where art thou?

It is already too late.

Questions

What is objective truth?
Laws of science, religion, and culture
Change with each generation,
As easily as a person's mood.

In a universe where nothing is still,
Can anything truly be defined?

Question, so many questions,
Leaving nothing but more queries behind,
Each beckoning to the curious,
And those blind to the eternal scale.

Why do I try the possible?
Why will pride not allow me peace?

Is it better to be ignorant in bliss
Or to stare into the amoral soul of creation?
I cannot stop my yearning now,
For I have tasted the fruit of knowledge.

To turn away is naught but cowardice.
To submit is the path to despair.

Would I want to hold stars and sands
If such a fate is truly knowable?

Welcome to my island within the cosmos,
Where only the brilliant fool survives.

Nightwalker

Nothing is regarded with more dread
Than that which we cannot see.
When all rational thought does flee,
Only phantom and nightmare are in its stead.

The stinging stench of night's terror
Permeates chill air and smoldering soul
Gone is your illusion of control,
Boasts of courage made in knowing error.

Embrace the things you so horridly fear.
Wear cloying dark as victory's mantle.
You will find the shade's aegis most ample,
Even when the direst predators draw near.

So much of the world exists beyond sight,
So one cannot rely on the eyes alone.
That shadow's bounty has already been sown,
Waiting to be reaped by those who walk the night.

Faces of the Damned

A tune airy and mischievous plays,

Keeping us dancing all in time,

Whirling and prancing in elegant ways,

Together locked in unison sublime.

But as I spin and step with joy,

A barbed fragment cannot escape my mind.

The whole beauteous scene begins to cloy,

Gorgeous tapestry tearing at its binds.

My gaze is drawn from face to face,

And the disturbing truth is revealed.

Features obscured by masks in their place,

The souls of all left false and concealed.

With herculean effort I break from the line,

Trying to take in the growing horror.

Desperation is blooming and mine,

Like the pain of a forsaken explorer.

Where once was magnificent dance

I now see only endless pantomime,

Infinite hordes locked in trance,

Gleefully enslaved to tune and rhyme.

I am rocked and struck by the crowd,

Caught in the path of a conforming swarm.

Their unwilling ecstasy is insane and loud,

Even as their blood spills fluid and warm.

I Miss You

Written to answer a request for a piece about a lonely lover.


I've spent my life as a man untouched
By fear, weakness, or cowardly shame,
With heart hardened to love and much
That I took for a strong man's bane.

Then, by simple circumstance, you came to me,
A furious aphrodesian hurricane,
Within you a fire for all to see,
So much power in such a tiny frame.

You tore down my walls and left me bare,
Casting my heart into the light of the sun,
And for a moment I knew love without compare,
Giving you a victory I thought could not be won.

I stand alone amongst the rubble now,
Yearning, spent, pained, and wasted.
With what I have left I hope that somehow
Your tempest returns to see my heart sated.

I want to hate and be rid of memory,
But as I rebuild my walls ever higher,
Thoughts of you are locked in my treasury,
Forever safe from my futile ire.

Defiance

Written in response to a question about why I am so stubborn in light of the resistance I've found.

A broken man asks why
Fate seems set against him.
He fails to want to try
In the face of the world's brim.

A desperate man asks when
Will awaited salvation come.
He fails to know his ken
And will only find faith undone.

A cautious man asks how
Unknown can be illuminated.
He fails to love here and now,
Left with stale breath bated.

A defiant man ask what
He must do to weather the storm.
He fails to see invincible plot
For in hope is victory born.

Wyrmblood

I am a monster.

You know my face,

Shadow of your dreams.

Lord of a primeval race,

Avatar of power’s extremes.

You look upon my form,

Envy and fear in your eye.

My wrath, an unholy storm,

Then naught but widow’s cry.

Yet you cannot know

Why I take to ancient wing.

Each heated breath I blow,

Driven by chilled heart string.

Force of nature despised,

Cast as civilization’s bane.

Each thought of peace denied,

In name of honor and fame.

I cannot willingly relent,

With tooth and talon will I rend.

Only when my fire is spent,

Will I welcome fury’s end.

You Are Not Alone

I hear the waves behind,
Crashing with the wrath of ages.
The sound suffocates my mind,
Drowning out the voices of the sages.

I cannot turn, not to side or back,
For utter terror of obliteration
All about me I feel the cloying black,
Like Azrael come down from his station.

What haunts now is a conscious abyss,
An insatiable predator with nothing in its wake.
I can no longer vainly resist,
For my name is now the void's to take.