The storm has settled after a long summer.
The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.
I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.
The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.
The world I knew and loved disowned me.
But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.
Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.
It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.
After all that had happened that led to this fire,
I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory
Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.
Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.
They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.
It is better to let them think that you are dead
than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.
They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.
They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.
But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.
I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;
A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.
Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.
They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.
It is better to let them think that you are dead
than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.
By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.
Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where
I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.
Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.
The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength
To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.
The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly
Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.
Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.
They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.
It is better to let them think that you are dead
than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.
It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.
Destroying statues, burning books
By jfarrell
Sorry,
Statues, paintings, art
I feel ill equipped to comment on
My idea of art was 2000AD.
Burning books….
Books I love, books I know;
Some books scare me; yes ban it; burn it;
Some books shame me; yes, ban it, burn it.
But I saw pictures of Mosil, after ISIS;
Like Dresden, after England’s Royal Air Force;
Like Pompei, after the eruption;
Is ‘Holocaust of Art’, ‘Holocaust of History’ the right way?
I have never read, and never will, wotever Hitler’s book was;
But I instinctively want it burned;
Though no personal connection,
I can give you 6 million and more reasons why.
But, I don’t study hate, or politics/religion;
Maybe, if I were clever enough,
Reading this ‘material’ really would help
In resolving all the world’s hate, and achieving Utopia.
A great coldplay song….
“i’m gonna buy this place and burn it down”
There really are some places, some people,
I wanna burn.
But, if we burn our past,
Our history;
How can we learn from it?
And what might it teach us, if we didn’t burn it?
Travelling along my path
I find myself
At a crossroads,
However,
I do not take the road less traveled,
For that one looks overused.
And I do not take the road more traveled,
For that one looks forgotten.
Instead I choose to create my own path,
Carve a new trail,
Enjoy a new experience which no one has ever seen before.
I choose to take the path I want,
Not the ones everyone tells me I can.
Darkness=Light
Light brings life to the darkness
Darkness consumes the light
Light banishes the darkness and brings it form
Darkness now brings fear
Light becomes a guardian
Darkness and light are now stuck in a never ending battle
A battle that now shapes the sky forever expanding
We are but men,
in decaying forms.
Destined to be put,
six feet under.
While trampling feet,
stager over.
Rotting corpses,
that stood idly once as life went on.
No more the days of war,
no more the days of torn hearted men.
That stood rooted to the ground of dead men shooting.
We are but dead men walking,
upon earth for a day or more.
Till the day are timers stop,
are ticking time bombs set off.
And tears role down her rosy cheek.
No more the days of dead men walking,
no more the days of dead men shooting.
But more days of dead men sleeping,
six feet beneath her earth felt feet.
Leaving no trace of living there,
but one standing stone,
and twelve standing flowers.
We are but dead men walking,
upon earth as decaying forms.
Chapter Eighteen
'As The Echo Fades'
Part; 3
“They call me insane,
squeeze the trigger and blow out my brain.
Does that make me crazy
I never see it through cause I am to damn lazy.
Lets all dance to the thriller,
label and brand the serial killer.
They call me a psycho
When its just the truth that I know.
I use the obscene for this show
aiming for that shock value,
It sure beats taking out my anger on you.”
When I opened my eyes the room was dark. Hours had gone by as night crept in and a storm was brewing outside. Looking around I noticed my hospital room was empty. I was alone. Where was Lust and Desire? I slowly sat up in the bed. My bruises and broken bones were healed as were the bullet wounds. I sat there in a slight daze as I looked over my own body. My eyes trailed from my arms to the machines that would have been turned on if they had been connected to me. There were even no scars to be found.
The door to my room opened, creaking as it moved ever so slow. I turned my head and watched as a shadowy figure stepped into my room. He stopped just short of the light that came in the window from the moon. “Matthew.” I slowly tilted my head to the side. I knew what to expect by now but what name does this angel of death ride upon? Another doppelganger, just another demon that I will face that should be in my heart and mind not some manifested mutation.
Kicking my feet over the side of the bed. I turned facing the creature hiding within the shadows. It did not move, only spoke and in a soft voice. “You are not like the others.” I wanted to laugh at this delusional figure before me but there was something in his voice that caught me off guard. I slowly climbed down from the bed my feet touched the cool smooth surface of the tiles on the floor. “and I have a feeling, you are not like the others as well.” I said as I tilted my head once again this time trying to focus on the shadows, trying to focus on him.
There was something different about this abomination, I watched as he glided into the moonlight. He did not even need to touch me to feel his presence. As he entered into the light I could see the monster in his true form. “Ego” My voice was weak.
“So you do know me.” Again his voice was soft as he walked around the foot of the bed. I turned following his movement on just instinct. “What did you do with Lust and Desire” I asked nervously. He stopped in his tracks just short of the window leading outside. Watching the rain splash against the window, he turned his head slowly. I saw the wicked grin from the devil but his smile sent chills down my spine. I swear I even saw his eyes flash before my own. “Oh you don't need to concern yourself with them.” Was all he said as he turned his head back towards the window.
I griped the railing of my hospital bed tight as I walked towards the foot of the bed, I let go when I ran out of support my entire being was being filled with anger, with fear. “It's hopeless. You know I will kill you before you make a move” He said as he turned around facing me. It was like he was reading my mind, as I just wanted to kill this thing before me.
Ego raised his left hand up, his long hair went down past his shoulders. He was wearing an expensive suit, with a red tie. He snapped his fingers and at the same time there was a flash of lightening and the crash of thunder when I instantly realized there were two men standing beside me. They quickly grabbed me before I could do anything. I started kicking and struggling as they wrestled me back down onto the bed. Without hesitation they went to town strapping me down to the bed. First they strapped down my hands then my feet and to add insult they pressed down on my shoulders to keep me from struggling.
Ego walked casually to the side of the bed. He sat down on the edge just next to one of the large guys holding me down. “Are you so delusional that you do not see what is going on here?” He said with a wicked smirk on his face. It took his verbal slap for me to begin putting together a few small details. For instance the large men were wearing white uniforms. These “orderlies” were restraining me as Ego reached into his pocket producing a small pouch. He grinned at me once more as he pulled his neatly folded napkin from his front pocket, unfolding it laying it out over my chest as he leaned in whispering.
“I know you are a little slow. So let me help bring you up to speed. You see all of this?” He leaned back up pointing around the room before continuing. “It's of my creation. Everything you have been experiencing” Ego started laughing as he opened the pouch turning it over above the napkin dumping out several small neon green capsules.
“You see, you are nothing without your ego, or your sin for that matter.” He reached down grabbing a handful of the pills. Holding them in his closed fist as he stared off into space for a moment as if deep in thought. He snapped back as he looked down at me into my eyes I could see the fire burning deep behind them. “But you, you are bound and determined to kill everyone of us, what did you call us?” He paused for a moment. “Abominations.” He burst out laughing again before going quiet and that is when I heard it, he flexed his muscles in his hand causing the capsules to rupture within his closed fist. His laughingly tone suddenly grew very serious when he looked me back in the eyes. “The only abomination is when a Soul refuses to accept it's own nature, that even in the conflict of duality, you need desire.” Using his free hand he grabbed my jaw forcing my mouth open as he held his closed fist above my mouth. Joy emanated from him as a smile formed across his face as he watched the green liquid drip from his fist down into my mouth. I closed my throat but once all the liquid had drained from his hand one of the orderlies quickly let go of my shoulder placing one hand over my mouth the other over my nose.
Suffocate or swallow, this was the choice I was reduced to. Ego was teaching me a lesson that deep down I already knew, only I refused to face. I gave in and swallowed, as before the effects were almost instantaneous. I quickly became lost within myself.
My pupils contracted to the size of a pinhole. I could feel the chemical rushing my veins. My heart starts beating faster and faster. I shot up from the bed no longer strapped down, my arms were bound around me. I jumped from the bed to the floor, still dizzy from the drugs I lost my balance causing me to fall. I laid there struggling for a few minutes before my eyes begin focusing on my surroundings. I was laying where my doppelganger's dead body should be, but there was no corpse. I sat up leaning against the frame of the bed as I looked down at the straightjacket that bound my arms to my chest.
A few more minutes had passed, as I had managed to climb back into the bed sitting there just staring off into space trying to organize my thoughts. What was real? Did all that happen? I looked around the room once more. It was a different room, it was the same layout only smaller, and the walls were padded. There were no machines in this room, and one small outside window about a foot long and a foot wide.
“It was all just a nightmare.” I sighed in relief when I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “What was?” I quickly shot around facing the now open door. Standing in the door way a young orderly was holding a clipboard her hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Desire?” I choked out as I tilted my head a bit, still trying my hardest to put together a puzzle that now only seems to fade the more and more I try and focus on it. “What?” She inquired as she walked into the room setting the clipboard on the bed. “How are we feeling this morning sweety?” She asked smiling at me as she began fiddling for her stethoscope. I could not find anything to reply, just stared at her blankly as she went about to checking my heart beat.
“What is your name?” I asked staring up at her, becoming intoxicated by her perfume. She looked at me as if I were playing a game and laughed. “You know my name hon, it's Anna.” Looking down once again at the straightjacket I nodded my head and softly responded “right.” her sensitive demeanor must have picked up on my vibrations as she responded. “You had a pretty nasty breakdown last night, but you will be okay dear I promise”
I looked up into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope behind them, as I let out another sigh. “So I am just crazy, guess it makes sense.”
“I am starting to believe that karma
just might be the desperate mans cling to hope.
Where evidence is abundant to support this thought.
Simply open your eyes and tell me
if the assholes and whores don't get the upper hand.”
I had sat on my bed for hours now just staring off into space, deep in thought. Remembering now only bits and pieces of what I had only thought transpired. Orderlies had came into my room a few hours ago to remove the straightjacket, saying I was “calmed” down enough that I did not need it, but it I were to have another “outbreak.” They would come back and sedate me putting it back on me. I did not care, my reality had been shattered.
It was starting to get late, as I had not moved from my spot on the bed. Plastic spoon in my hand as I played with the food on my tray that someone had brought to me since I refused their offers of going out into the common room. I simply had just wanted it all to end. The lights to my room went out as I looked up towards the door seeing another orderly standing there. “Lights out, bed time.” I heard another orderly shout from the hallway. Looking back down the tray was gone, had been for hours now as I laid down under the covers, on my back. Looking up at the ceiling I closed my eyes.
“Sanity is overrated, becoming diluted by reality.
Ten second stars who would kill for the vanity.
With all of your twisted dogmas, corrupted morals
we enter into the age where your god is dead,
where every lie is the truth simply cause it's what they said”
Words of love, The words of passion
are forgotten on the page of romance.
Sold our souls we took the devil to the dance.
So much pain, So much suffering, a life of torment
becomes your prison cell, a living hell, filled with regret.
The misery never fades,
but there will always be the masquerade.”
Holding hands as we walk between headstones
Feeling like a cyclone trapped in a gemstone
Emotions materialize like amber in the concrete
Personified Hellfire and brimstone, turning birthstones to bloodstones
Laughing like a psycho as she leaves me hallow
So I bestow a craked skull to Apollo
I did it just to watch the sun bleed
Luna delivers the deathblow, as I sit on his throne like a pharaoh
Luna's Lunatic, her faithful fanatic
A simple spell, potent potion I become frantic
Kill the light, slay the day, bleed the holy man
A little lunar lust and I become manic
Fighting sanity as the moon begins to rise
A deathly omen of genecidal demise
Howls fill the night, a nocturnal death knell
Last breath, final wish as I gently close your eyes
I know that you worry about me
That you’re willing to protect me
You have no idea how much that means to me
You are one of the only people in the world I trust with all my heart
You have been my candle in the dark
I don’t know what I would do without you
Yesterday, you wanted to help
I could see you didn’t know how
You didn’t know how to save me
And I could see in your eyes that you were conflicted
You wanted to save me
You wanted to protect me
I tried telling you with my eyes
I wanted you to take me away
But you didn’t see it
You didn’t know
You reluctantly walked away
You wanted to help
I know you did
That’s why I don’t blame you
For walking away
I know you didn’t like it
But it’s what you had to do
The thing is I felt my heart drop
The moment you walked away
I wanted to call to you
I wanted to tell you to stay
The words were stuck inside me
And it left me feeling dread
I didn’t know what to do
The only one who protects me walked away
I was left alone
With someone whom did me harm
I could see you looking at us from a far
Making sure I was ok
I wanted nothing more than for you to save me
If only my silent words had been heard
If only my eyes were able to speak for me
If only I could have spoke
You would have left, but with me next to you
I would have been safe and
I wouldn’t have had to be with
My worst nightmare
Listen intently,
it’s all you know.
The cool, black anthracite
stares at me with eyes of dust.
This must be torture for you.
Your perverseness fuels violence,
catalyzed by ignorance.
Together, we spiral downward
toward servitude for a-greater-cause,
one of greed and desire,
ambition for power.
Suppositions of support for the substantial
masses of minimality musters avidity to
strangle strong necks, striving to be something,
when we, ultimately, ARE everything.
-Ryan K. Fuller