For Dragon's Blood

…And so the days of spring have ended

With the right to mend suspended

Healing vows rescinded

As winter comes we all have been sentenced

To a life without…dragon’s blood

…And so the sovereign ruler of all that is

Paces frantically the ins and outs of all that’s his

Broken hymns of praise now echo each end of the prism

As the numbers of the kingdom dwindle down to this

Where the graveyards once hallowed have since obtained fullness

In a world without…dragon’s blood

To the runes the leader dwells

Offers the deity’s his soul to sell

Despite the voices heard in rumored tells

He’s not the vicious ruler their words would spell

Something he knew must be unshelled

To alleviate the hell of damnation’s tolling bells

In a frozen realm, without…dragon’s blood

…And so, in a singular procession

The healthy venture out upon this final proposition

Where it’s not the strongest or the bravest aggregation

Set to live out their ritual of obligation

Led by the king they fought both snow and icy contradictions

Where the early indication offered the bleakest premonition

Yet forth they battled in a ruthless pursuit of obsession

For…dragon’s blood

The blood of the dragon, an elixir for every ill

Under the roughest scales, beast flesh lies still

Beneath tough skin, it’s here where the holy river fills

And to pierce the exterior only the sacred blade can spill

Else the blood of a dragon is but the blood of a kill

Prayers must be spoken as blades held high with deepest skill

Paying tribute to this ancient elder as blade meets sigil

Then holding tight before the flow, as a final thanks is paid to Yggdrasil

For providing…dragon’s blood  

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Agitu

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

With every single thought

Breaking through

Breaking in

I can’t stop feeling

I can’t stop

Seeing how this will end

The highs, the lows

The valleys and the peaks

Flashing hot

Before me here

I can see the joy,

Yet I see the agony still

Been tight-roping

Across the straws

And

Not the bendy kind

Been breeding fire

Way down deep

Been having trouble

Not falling asleep

I see the crutch

I cling on to

I grab the noose

Where it hangs

Yet the chair won’t budge

Before the sky falls in

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

Through the good and the bad

Each step I take

By flame I’ve been had

Been riding

A wave of indigestion

It’s been so long

I’d forgotten

The ending to this song


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Stripper

There’s been an enormous shift in crustaceous earth.

There’s been a radial procurement in alien craft discovery.

There’s been found to be, clandestine operations using radioactive ants, enlarged to the size of bison, which will attack upon command.

Strip away; strip away

The fraudulent,

Strip away; strip away

There’s a vacancy in covenant

Between man and his fellow man

And so the sparks fly

And a song has the melody, even the tonal qualities reminiscent of the beautiful ballads used as backdrop soundtracks to the most tender of the famous Hollywood kisses ever seen.

But the song, we soon find out, is for the lack of heart.

And the words, when listened closely, can be understood, to not symphonize love, but instead, to ode the darkest side of humanity, our hatred and our blight.

Between the lies and hate, somewhere in between, I still have faith in love and fate.  Deep inside, I still believe in the eternal dream.  I must, for if I should stop, then tell me, “What purpose is left to be?”

The Feeding

Is it feeding time again?

         So soon, so soon

         So soon, so soon

Are you really hungry; is it really time?

Is your last digestion even done?

Glutton…Glutton, you pig

Stuffing-stuffing, again & again

You scream to feast, you cry to eat

Were the warnings right; are you truly a beast?

You curl your talons, sharp and straight

Saliva drips your mangled face

Heartbeats race as plate’s erased

It’s frightening to see

         The remains of a years harvest rest at your feet

Is it a case of metabolism notched too high?

Or is it a case of pure hunger, living deep inside?

How to quench; how to stop?

An appetite that rests for none

And I fear what shall become

When the rations end,

I cringe to be around you then

The Case of the Wounded Bird

Fly, flutter, flutter, And Fly

Away.

Flutter, Fly, fly, flutter, flutter, fly

Away.

Fly, Fly, fly, fluttering, flying, fluttering, fluttering, fly

Away.

Flutter-flutter

Did I stutter, fly away

Fly-fly, fly

Flying high.

Flutter, flutter, fly, fly, flutter, flutter fly

Away, away

Soar

To heights so high

The sky is endless

If you fly

And if you can’t,

Then flutter, flutter fast.

Ghost Orchard

Three days from here

A ghost orchard lives

A border of wrought iron,

As would be seen, ironically,

In a cemetery, conceals

The specters within,

From the ghouls outside

Beyond the fence

With eternity on their side,

Time is a non-concept, it

Just is

Without a purpose to pander toward,

Meandering is the common activity

Of an entire species unseen

Where lifeless living does abound

The reddest of apples tend to

Surround

Parkside Girl (Gameday Skate)

Faded jeans,

Dark Home Roy #9

A multi-colored backpack,

Like the kind you’d find in school

Long brown hair with braids adrift 

Out from beneath that old green Rastafarian headwear

Skips from the road up through the hill

Dispersing dewdrops with her steel-tipped toes

On the path she walks the side again

Five steps forward in cyclical succession

Pause.  Observe. Understand.  Spin around.  Breathe and count to 10

This could be everyday…this could become routine to take this all in

Squinted smile on a barefaced pale

She winces as she streamers past the trees

Waving gently to the squirrel within

Up the bark that’s come to life…

Scurrying…scurrying through the disco painted leaf shade light

11 times she’d leap high to sky…like a baby bird’s 1^st real flight,

 On a lark, whimsy free…not caring how soon the night turns dark

It’s in the nature all around…where if one looks, one will be found