The Sickening II – Electric Boogaloo
The sickness returns
bringing with it maladies
to lay me down low…
But I have found Salvation
within these little blue pills.
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Cloud reader
When others talk, they talk about people
because they know people.
I talk about clouds
and I think that’s the difference between us.
While they keep their minds
on the realities of the world,
my eyes keep drifting up
in a daydream daze.
Because I’m still wondering
if that firebird I saw flying into the sun
the week before the Iraq war
meant something.
Heaven
It can be a place
where you find solace
or perhaps a face
in which you see grace.
But be it land or home or love
in which you see the sacred dove
it’s that which you hold high above
and constantly sing praises of.
Novel scapegoat
I’m sorry you were hurt
charging deep into the fray –
the two dozen other people
were getting in the way.
So sorry that the fire
left you with a burn
but there were just so many
that you had to wait your turn.
It’s a pity that their General
beat you black and blue;
perhaps if you’d been careful
he would have ignored you.
Maybe you should learn to fight
instead of blaming me tonight.
Grinder fodder
I fight for glory
upon the fields of war and
my name will live for-
Glass canon
My arcane power
humbles our enemies with
blasts of pure magick.
I summon fireballs to
scorch my enemies
and char the earth beneath them.
I command winter
and pull her icy fragments
down from the heavens.
The only things I fear are
the attentions of my foes.
Meat shield
I draw my blade and bear my shield;
my stance, I vow, shall never yield.
I’ll bear the brunt of all the blows
from all of our maleficent foes.
And when defeat is close at hand,
that’s when I’ll make my final stand.
Oh, the bloodlust and the joy
as I charge in shouting, “Leroy!”
Salvage
Their world fell down around them
into ruins of rust and dusty dumps
filled with the former fads of fiscal fools
and the fruits of the fallen.
I search through this cyber cemetery,
with a cheerful song on my lips,
for the material means
to make a heaven of hell.
The Final Stretch of Black-top
Exhaustion pulls the sky down low
beyond where even the raindrops go
until the dark swallows the light
and you go out blazing into that good night…
Before the fall
Though we’ve claimed to tame
the rebellious flame,
are we really that strong?
Are we really not wrong?
And we carve our names into the stone
as though we somehow could have known
how long we would rule…
Lord, we were such fools.
From dust we’re born
and to dust we’ll die,
though we lord o’ the oceans
and command the vast skies.
A (wise) man of two faces 