1. Freedom of Speech
Caught in the mean
But yearning to picture the life
Of everyday
Poor discontented
Egocentrics
Seek importance.
All night and day
Bottles of emptiness
Plead my interest.
Washed up in billions
On the shores of
My perception.
Mankind is on the run
As we all went off for Babylon
Only to find
We lack conversation.
Keep talking on and on
Into heightening oblivion.
Walking the line
to alienation.
Silence forever gone
Million voices talk in everyone
As we all went off for Babylon.
Gone in the name of freedom of speech.
I can’t accept this humbling normality
So I connect and fake popularity.
2. The Last Remaining Light
November came
To find me freezing
In pouring rain.
So sad these days
When leaves are leaving
This empty space.
October scarred
With rusty saber
my broken heart
In wounds we lay
All beauty fallen in agony
Because of you.
A desert’s sand remains unseized
Turning health into disease
Sense the coming of the night
In the last remaining light.
Dark is the night
The sky is clouded
And missing light
We stand alone
With only darkness left
Where you shone.
For one last time
I turn my face to you
Sun of mine.
Engraining you
Before all colors that paint my world
Turn to blue.
A desert’s sand remains unseized
Turning health into disease
Sense the coming of the night
In the last remaining light.
Exploding suns refuse to sound
Silently in dusk we found
Flaming will and stunning fright
In the last remaining light.
Out on this hill
We’ve come together
In winter’s chill.
Oh sinking sun
To bid you farewell
When days are done.
For one last time
I turn my face to you
Sun of mine.
I know you’ll rise
Up on the other side
Of this world.
See you soon.
3. Of Death and Despair
Morning dawns
I’m lying still
The mustiness
Is killing me
The trench is filled
With mud and tears
Of young men facing
Deepest fears
The captain shouts
And we obey
We spend no thought on
Questioning.
We’re trained to kill
The hated foe
And now our fate
Will be fulfilled.
Dark under clouded skies
The rain is setting in
Lost in a trench all alone.
Memories of blood and tears
Are whispering a tale
Of death and despair to my soul.
9 am
The air vibrates
The shelling feels like
A thunderstorm
Turrets breed
demonic seed
And craters grow
Where bullets fall.
The fight is hard
And not to win
Kill or be killed
Alive or dead
Think of us
In times to come
When blood may seem
The nation’s cure.
Dark under clouded skies
The rain is setting in
Lost in a trench all alone.
Memories of blood and tears
Are whispering a tale
Of death and despair to my soul.