

A Dirge to the ForgottenA Dirge to the ForgottenA Dirge to the Forgotten
I stood beside the road one day And gazed upon the ruins of the creature before me Man's best friend-fired His job outsourced To 500 horses and a cold steel bed His cadaver a raucous mansion party For a raging, riotous army of maggots
Life draining into the cold shroud Of the black tar river Ten thousand suns Suspended on stilts Casting a bright, lifeless pall Upon the eyes- still glowing Burning like stars With the fire of life The chill of death Unable, for a time To withstand the will Of


The Meandering OnesA river runs outside my house And I stand beside it daily I watch it flow Burning with the souls Of a thousand different facesThe Meandering Ones
And I ask it No beg it To take me along Where ever it may go I could float with the clouds Or roll with the hills Across the land But I would much rather float Down this Black river Humanity made it And named it
And gave it the color Of our souls
I watch its rapid current Ebbing beneath the lights I stand of the banks Of the black tar river And beg "Take me with you"


The WardenThe WardenThe Warden
I live in a world Of crumbling monoliths Everyone I know Is a god, a king, or both And I yell to myself At their cold, inhuman faces Broken on the back of time
And you- you are a statue The only one here Who isn't bigger than me Who doesn't think they are
I pour my emotions Into your soft marble face Cracked and broken Worn and pockmarked by time But you wouldn't have looked better in life
I talk to hear my mouth speak You crumble into dust Pressed beneath the rocks of eternity And I st


I Just Wanted to Say...I Just Wanted to SayI Just Wanted to Say...
Drifting rifts of darkness Upon a midnight sky Guide my every conscious move
I find myself tripping, stumbling Over rocks and limbs Lining a nonexistent path
Desperately scrambling for a distant light I get closer, closer, close enough to touch The warmth seeping onto my face "Come to me" it seems to say Like a sirens song So near, yet so out of reach And yet it continues "Give me your life" it says "Say the words I long to hear and you will be free" It beckons me, guides me upwards
| "All the world will be your enemy, prince with a thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you." |
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"Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches." - the Duchess of Windsor, when asked what is the secret of a long and happy life.
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