Eternal

It's all a game of shadows;

of ones's self, seen in in a son;

long lost, in heavenly gallows.

Eternal

It's all a game of shadows;

of ones' self, seen in a son;

long lost, in heavenly gallows.

Beautiful as he was,

born in mortal flesh and bone,

for a moment; shook an atheist in me,

Resistance to divinity did moan. 

I so very wish,

in every sleepless night,

prove me wrong, let God exist.

For then I might finally,

settle it all; in a final fight.

The corner of a pillow is the only witness,

to the teardrops shed by an awkwardly "strong" mother,

an eternally shredded soul of a father,

for anger is the only emotion,

left to forge in a furnace.

The om, the crescent or the cross,

beliefs are none but imprudent markings on the wall,

carved on frivolous structures, satisfying a million mortal soul,

with no ambition to break free, but to crawl.

Yet, I desire,

to see you once,again in mortal form;

for it was you, who made me break my daily norm,

for it was you, in whom I saw the meaning of the markings,

I so despised. For it was you, my song of tomorrow;

now all undone.

Devil

Give me a wooden clown;
n i'll curve u a dead sparrow.
Or give me a rose;
kissed by lust coated lips,
n watch me dance on it's ashes.
Oh! how I love;
when ur lucky dice flips.

Your mighty God; sold u "life";
I wrapped it in embroidered "vice",
Sure, I settled for the right price.
Blame me for the vices Oh Man!
But please answer my questions;
if u can...

When will I own the broadest smile;
of a starving clown?
Tell me what price u pay;
for the tears of a child for his dead sparrow?
What joy u get in the ashes of ur brother's hope?
Sure I gave u lust;but could u; O Man please please
tell me the recipy of a "2 cent hooker" n a
full time mother? Or where may I gamble;
for ur famous mask named "Pope"?

The devil has landed;
in need of answers....

BALLAD TO A NEWBORN

Dream dream..dream my child;
Of polished tongues.."tie"d necks;
Of manic streets and their tainted tents.
Covenant of corpses..youth too mild.

Learn learn..learn my child;
The poet is a fool..the singer a lier.
Lifes' a prison..Heavens' a lie;
The grass is red..where angels dare not fly.

Walk walk..walk my child;
Ain't no drifters paradise..
Walk into the obvious..or monotone as I say.
Or into your desires..for then, "live" you may.

Beware beware..beware my child;
Of urban sting..when hypocrites sing.
Of judgmental coats and their naked ego.
Smile and let leave..for its you,my "unlabeled" king.

Hold hold..hold my child;
The antique book of innocence,
Dipped in the quicksand of souls.
Twist the words in between..then never crawl; but roll.

Fill fill..fill my child;
Your heart..and, your mind with vengeance..
Avenge your birth..Your mutilated choice;
To be born..or left dead.