on a pale horse

The seal is broken,
The call goes out,
The rider comes,
Death is his name,
And the hellguard follow in his stead,

Behold, Death rides a pale horse,

The world hungers,
The world thirsts,
Famine has come unto man,
Death by the scale,
And with it wanting trails,

Behold, Death rides a pale horse,

The apocalypse is now,
The horsemen have come,
War has come unto man,
Death is the blood stain,
And the sword is his claim,

Behold, Death rides a pale horse,

The end draws near,
The rule of men closes,
Conquest has come unto man,
Death is coming,
And the marks his claim,

Behold, Death rides a pale horse.

the girl next to me

i see her next to me,
staring blankly out into a sea,
of people oblivious to what makes her,
what makes her unique,

i look at her with affection,
i say so with inflection,
our friendship is a delight,
a delight of worthwhile distraction,

her face is beauty,
skin is only so deep,
but the masses see what's on the outside,
the masses that can't see wood for trees,

her soul she hides,
delicate like the moonlight,
whispers wonder if you'll only listen,
whispers to me insight,

thoughts fill my soul,
this friend like a child to hold,
protect with sword, shield, skin and bone,
protect with every breath more precious than gold,

my thoughts fill my head,
my thoughts fill this page,
my thoughts another chapter write,
my thoughts fueled by her delight.

compulsion, desire and voice,

I disconnect from the world below,
I long for the heart of a girl, who to me was once known,
Every hour brings a trial of its' own,
Every hour on the hour down my face tears flow,

I linger in a pit of anguish,
Perhaps I am just being selfish,
Yearning to be with my temptress,
My heart’s thief and soul’s goddess,

In photographs her eyes entrance me,
In memories her shadow haunts me,
Where her scent crushes me,
Beneath the weight of her sublime beauty,

I am all melancholy,
Shun by this lady,
Whose friendship escapes me,
By my words I am my own undoing,

In anger I said,
Many things I now dread,
I pray the Lord will change her heart just yet,
And forgive me for all the spite that I said,

Perhaps I am a fool,
Perhaps I am a fool,
Perhaps I am a fool,
But I am no fool for loving you,

My time was not wasted,
Even if my lips said so,
Every moment was a blessing,
Blessings I am now missing,

I will love her always,
Always and forever,
As is my heart’s choice,
Compulsion, desire and voice,

goodbye misery this is where you get off

Free fall to the end of the hall,
My mind made a up reason to stall,
But not anymore,
Goodbye misery this is where you get off,

Opened the door to another wall,
I tried giving Jack a call,
But not anymore,
Goodbye misery this is where you get off,

I'm over, over. over you,
You might think that's untrue,
Because I'm singing this song about you,
But honestly, I'm over you,

I'm over, over, over you,
Having a beer laughing about the news,
My mates are singing along,
And we're all over you,

For awhile there felt like a ragdoll,
I was being pulled back and forth,
But not anymore,
Goodbye misery this is where you get off,

I just broke through the wall,
Found my way through it all,
Forevermore,
Goodbye misery this is where you get off.

requiem for the fallen

he is unrestrained rage,
twisted space,
a nexus to the black hole,
that sucks in everything around him,
compressed together,
within this twisting nether,

a blade out of the furnace,
hammered and shaped,
this rage is placed,
the bellows fan the flames,
the blade is lifted,
pointed at the earth and sky,

the death mask is in place,
a suit of armour,
fearsome and loathsome,
his rage calls for blood,
we go to war,
this old hound howls,

with his accursed blade,
he tears asunder,
all that stand in his way,
from head to toe he is covered in bloodshed,
all around him his foes fall,
till there are none left standing tall,

bloodlust leaves him,
he keels over in exhaustion,
he looks for a sign,
he looks at the stars in the great heights,
he closes his eyes,
and takes his life,

without a sunrise

bleak is a morning without a sunrise,
with rain hammering down on softened ground,
to look out and find grey clouds and the world drowned,
in the sorrow of one man's tears,
as his mind contemplates the sum of all his fears,

the sun hides behind a shroud of rain clouds,
with the waters swallowing whole the accursed ground,
there is no warmth only a chill that lingers in his bones,
perhaps he is only losing his mind for crimes not atoned,
dead inside he knows he has lost his soul,

the darkened sky holds him in place,
broken and contrite in this the hour of his twilight,
he is on his back on the ground with the waters that surround,
unable to move his lungs are beginning to drown,
as his entire life like the rain comes falling down,

he is now cold and grey a lifeless piece of clay,
in a box on display for the people at his wake,
they shed tears for him who died beneath the weight of fear,
hidden behind sullen faces silently they cheer,
for him who is no longer here.

we are mankind

we are moments strung together on a string,
a string that holds us close and keeps on twisting,
twisting on into a sunrise of dreams,
dreams that this morning will bring,

we are you and i in art,
art abstract in its brilliant design,
design that no human mind can define,
define from its immaculate part,

we are moments strung together like beads,
beads of self contained dreams,
dreams we hold in our eyes,
eyes that see what the world can be,

we are you and i in sounds,
sounds of hearts beating as one,
one voice for all that hear,
hear us as our world turns inside out

we are moments you and i,
we are all mankind.

the needle and the escape

I’m sad and I’m all alone, I’m holed up in my little room,
I hear the voices on the streets,
But none of them are speaking to me,
That’s my life and no one ever notices me,

I walk down the street and eat at the places you eat,
Like everyone else I catch the bus, you’ll never hear me make a fuss,
Maybe that is why no one ever notices me,
Maybe that is why you’ll never notice me,

I come and go as I like with my head down, I never see the sky,
People never seem to see me pass them by,
But I don’t really care,
That no one ever stops to ask me about the frown I wear,

Because I have a place to hide,
A place where I don’t cry,
Alone in my little room I grab the needle that spells my doom,
And shoot up to find my dreams in colourful hues,

This little point, addictive and destructive,
That pierces my skin and takes me to a place deep within,
Where I can fly to places unknown,
And dream of things the world hasn’t sown,

With every hit I take a little part of me dies,
And you would think that would make me cry,
But I can’t tear when my mind is so unclear,
When reality and fiction I can no longer differ and life is nothing more than a whisper,

With time I slowly unravel, as the effect of the narcotics through my veins travels,
Soon they will put me in a box and cover me with gravel,
Every hit makes the sound of death roar louder,
Soon enough it will envelop me like a forest fire,

I wake up from the delirium, the euphoria of the hit still holding,
The reality of the danger forgotten,
My last shot I tell myself with a sorrowful sigh,
And go out to face another day beneath the sky,

Maybe when I overdose someone will find me,
Maybe when I’m gone someone will cry for me,
Maybe when I’m gone someone will notice,
I doubt but a small part of me hopes it.

I take the needle and the escape,
To ignore life and my mistakes,
To find a way to face another day,
I take the needle and the escape.

I wrote this for the MUISS Mad Monkey a couple of weeks ago

the vermin and the paladin

truth kept hidden by a lie,
the vermin and paladin juxtaposed,
we are all of us but broken bones,
healing within the fire of a tumultuous throne,

we are noble in our pain,
yet despicable in our fame,
this life our blight cannot contain,
though death is last thing we profane,

we live only to one day die,
though few believe that we can die to one day live,
life has struck us and pierced us like a shiv,
our bodies day by day escaping this mortal pit,

you are all of you vermin, i included,
this you may think the ravings of a mad man deluded,
none of you paladins, i and Charlemagne have concluded,
our strength is all but lost we are a species wounded,

the temptress and the thief

she tempts you with the apple divine,
an offering outstretched in her open palm,
she tells of a place sublime,
found in a taste of the apple's warmth,

she holds aloft time and space,
as her sway falls over your mind's array,
you quickly to her side pace,
to embrace this golden fruit's taste,

she tempts you with life and the chase,
an offering she smiled on her open face,
she tells you of her warm embrace,
as you take one more step towards the grave,

she tempts you with a smile,
with hidden motives all the while,
to steal from you, your inner child,
to take your innocence with her guile,

the temptress and the thief,
she is vanity and beauty, their villainous child,
for your heart she comes dagger sheathed,
this beautiful temptress and thief.

feeling sad & i don't know why

feeling sad and i don't know why,
forgive me if i just sit here and sigh,
i can't really smile,
i don't really try,

i'm feeling blue,
it's not because of you,
not because of any of you,
i'm just feeling blue,

a part of me wants to cry,
i hold it back in with a lie,
i tell myself everything is alright,
but i can't believe myself tonight,

bless her she tried to cheer,
the me that is on the verge of tears,
bless her soul she just might,
have eased a little this mind inside,

i'm feeling blue,
it's not because of you,
not because of any of you,
i'm just feeling blue,

feeling sad and i don't know why,
forgive me if i just sit here and sigh,
though maybe with a slight smile,
thanks to kind words from this blessed child,

sweet dreams

dream, sweet dreams,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
vivid and coloured beyond this contemptible world and its mortal rules
truly dream, sweet dreams,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
if we are to face another sunrise,
dream, delectable dreams,
of nectar and love,
of freedom and peace,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
dream, sweet dreams,
take refuge in your dreams,
this world is the illusion that one day will be past,
as is now present,
but dreams are future,
for what refuge have we, but our dreams?

the phoenix

The Phoenix rises on the wings of the dawn,
She flies to take her place in the sky,
And baths the sleeping world in the warmth of her light,
Caressing you and I with the soft glow of her falling touch,

Dew drops catch the light in rainbows of beauty,
Stretching across distances infinite and unknown,
Freshly laid on the grass that greens our planet,
The Phoenix rises while the world sleeps on,

Rest assured so long as she hovers in the air,
That today is a brand new day,
Yesterday is but a distant memory,
And tomorrow is a thought to far away,

The Phoenix at dawn,
Sings her song,
Breathes life into the day,
While we will wake to waste it away,

The Phoenix rises on the wings of the dawn,
She flies to take her place in the sky,
And bath the sleeping world in the warmth of her light,
Caressing you and I with the soft glow of her sight,

this little monkey goes bananas

I am the monkey,
No I'm not chunky,
It's all kinda funky,
When you're the monkey,

I scream and howl,
Beat my chest and growl,
Make thrusting motions,
It all quite foul,

I've got bananas,
No they aren't wearing pyjamas,
They're cruising through the Bahamas,
Yes my lovely bananas,

I am the monkey,
You might think I'm a little funny,
It's better than being dreary,
I, the bananamonkey,

I am vulgar,
Sweetened with sugar,
Hot and bothered,
I'll cut you no quarter,

I've gone bananas,
Most certainly lost my manners,
But not my bananas,
Assuredly I've gone bananas.

don't you cry little girl

don't you cry little girl,
i'll tell you a lie,
just to make you smile,
no one would hurt a child,

don't you cry little girl,
i'll tell you a lie,
just look into my eyes,
no one ever dies,

don't you cry little girl,
i'll tell you one more lie,
just to keep you smiling,
everything is going to be alright.

everything is going to be alright,
so stop those tears little girl,
take another step out into the world,
and you'll see, everyone lies to smile,

the fire inside the wire

to the ground i am wired,
on broken wings not mended,
the fire inside this wire,
takes me to some place higher,

tells me we weren't meant to be cinders,
we were meant to burn much brighter,
it is time to reignite this fire,
take me to a place that is higher.

me, myself and i

Me, Myself and I, are foes you see,
Chained together, never to be free,
With tooth and nail each day we fight,
Till the world in fullness sees our plight,

A torn mess we have become,
A fractured soul we have made,
Despairs our soul for it was wrought in battle,
Upon the battlefront within life's saddle,

And here we are to be heard,
To be seen by the world
Aware not awake; breathing yet dead,
A statue of living stone encompassed in this hollow head,

goodbye, goodnight

goodbye, goodnight,
i tried in vain,
even in my ears it rings trite,
now i wait for the pain,

goodbye, goodnight,
i say once again,
to this fight,
my will is all but waned,

goodbye, goodnight,
time to purge you from these veins,
not out of spite,
only so you fade from my heart and mind,

goodbye, goodnight,
i say for the very last time,
turn off the lights,
and with a sigh walk away.

a callous rhyme

enrage the fire of war,
i've gone cold to the core,
to the world my soul i've whored,
i will take no more,

my back to the precipice,
rewarded with pain,
life calls no armistice,
my words are in vain,

a sickness within these icy veins,
i am a man on his knees in the rain,
into madness i fall insane,
i am a man on a runaway train,

i collapse for the last time,
in a bed scented with sage and thyme,
above my head reads this little sign,
my life is a callous rhyme,

please do not resuscitate

shut me down he says,
he has had just about all he can take,
this heart is failing at a constant rate,
please do not resuscitate,

through eyelids florescent lights are red
and no one hears him from his bed,
his silent cries slowly fall dead,
after all there is nothing left to be said,

like flawed fabric he quietly unravels,
away from the light he slowly travels,
locked away in his mind he is miserable,
this boy a failure unbearable,

so shut me down he says,
he has had all he can take,
his heart has failed to wake,
he signed please do not resuscitate.