Armageddon For Sale

There's an imminent danger
I fear we've run out of time
In each commercial's rhyme
On each billboard sign
Cries of a culture dying

Our pulse has been slowing
Our veins run tainted black
From each forgotten fact
The taste of each Big Mac
We choke to breathe, living in lack

Armageddon is now for sale
at an ever-decreasing price
And with this comfortable pace of drowning
you won't even notice your demise
So join us in this venture
soon you'll forget about your soul
In the mean time take these pills
and enjoy your descent into the hole

Love, Illicit

Love, Illicit
Risks and blisses
Its soft forbidden kisses
Pure and potent
Distilled in moments
Years of passion condensed to minutes

Love, from a distance
Sustained by wishes
Painful longing between visits
An endless issue
of I miss you
Reliance on dreams for subsistence

The Modern Madman

I've a taste for catastrophe as a means to start anew
To wipe this bleak horizon clean of its painful crimson hue
God is dead and so are we, floating mindlessly in blood
That's beginning to boil and bubble, dissolving the last of love
Our beautifully constructed sandcastles melt majestically into mud
That suffocates and pulls us downward with saturated, lifeless lungs

Beautiful Whirlwind

Beautiful Whirlwind
Is there an eye to your storm?
I'm attracted to your chaos
but your winds have left me torn
I was pulled into your funnel
where I felt so tall and free
But now that I've crashed to the ground
I'm nothing but debris

From a distance you seem tranquil
but you spin furiously inside
From your reckless destruction
no one in your path can hide
But there's something somewhat innocent
about the way you maim and kill
Are you a product of circumstance,
or sustained by your will?

I tried in vain to chase you
thinking I could intervene
To exorcise your demons
and restore your inner peace
But I lacked the power to touch you
You're now miles ahead of me
And despite my burning lust
I know you are history

Cosmic Cruelty

Why are the most beautiful among us
subject to the most heinous traumas?
Those eyes most deep and bright
muddied by a flood of tears
That leaves behind sensitive souls
tortured by false hopes and fears

Why are those hearts strongest with melodies
beaten down by strings of tragedies?
Those born open to the world
struck repeatedly by loss
Until pain, like fluid, fills them
Its weight carried like a cross

Why do the least among us fluorish?
Is it the toxic values we nourish?
Set ourselves up to mirror what we see
Exacerbate this cosmic cruelty
Constant addition of insult to injury
to break and burden those blessed with beauty

Sexism

What's to come of the carnivore
once he finds that he is free,
and perceives the destruction
of his victims as he feeds?
Yet for now he chews this carcass
Drained of life by sharpened teeth
Unaware that deep inside him
Mutilated also, he bleeds

Should the lion rise off of all fours
and wipe the blood from his eyes,
to view himself, like prey, as maimed
and in remorse apologize,
will he break free of his habits?
His tormenting savage drives
Clinging to his being like residue
from a deadly, depraved time

Body Bags and Bloody Stumps

An amputee is up in arms
Revolting in applause
Dried up, dull red, his purpose lost
Just like crusted, bled-thru gauze

The psychotics are picking brains
Screaming in silence
Homeless, lost wits, at first glance
Strapped down, cast out, against the fence

So is this our choice?
Body bags or bloody stumps
Thorazine or stomach pumps
Is this our fate?
Asylum or execution
Lobotomy or mind pollution

The false prophets are crying truth
Preaching to the deaf
Lost race, blue face, shallow breaths
Nailed palms, noosed neck, awaiting death

All the mindless hired as experts
Teaching in the dark
Eyes peeled, sights set, on their mark
A quest to cure all bleeding hearts

Like Candy

Sounds of explosion rang just over a year ago
Saw the tall erupting flame on the edge of my world
Sat fixated from a distance in the comfort of the night
Overcome by this new presence, so deep and dark and bright

And with time began to find
a gentle face within the flame
With coal-black eyes like lullabies
A spirit that can't be tamed
A beauty that can't be framed

With a name that tastes like candy
you're chocolate coating on my eyes
I want you more than anything
This should come as no surprise
I've fought hard to remain stable
but it's now useless I fear
I've long since lost my sanity
from the sight of you, my dear

Now that I've melted I lay oustretched, engulfed and bare
Wishing I'd evaporate into this tense electric air
Each soft stare and subtle touch grant me momentary bliss
But the walks home now hurt too much from longing and loneliness

Kindred Spirits (For Anna)

A pair of kindred spirits,
like two distanced fish,
swam through the dark ocean
having strayed from the school.
And when they crossed paths,
by some fleeting luck of chance,
they witnessed the vastness shrink
to a still, small pool.

Close travelers in youth,
with budding interests in truth,
each fleed the shallow stream
to search the depths for a muse.
And without the fateful banks,
left to freely age,
the kindred spirits blossomed
but share the same striking hues