Leading Words

Formation of nations,
The waging of wars,
The world's nov'l narration
Or the artist's score.
The power of harm'ny
To lift a lost life,
Or power of hatred
That twists like a knife.
They made what we became,
Made us who we are.
Our lives, on them we blame.
On them, our lives craft.
    They are our gods, moments be damned.
    They lead us, hell-bound, by the hand.

Dream for Immortality

Perfection lying at your side,
With gold and green in ev'ry move;
To live the moment you're alive
And never any moment lose.
To have the body of a God
And live with immortality;
The world is yours, so come, take hold
And live without humility.
You are as young as in your dreams.
And thus, where failure waits for you,
For you are only just a gleam
Of light that through the world goes through.
   The man who has but a thousand dreams
   Will never achieve anything

Rats and Rainbows

This world is full of wonder,

Extr'ordinary things,

Resounding booms of thunder

And streams of white light'ning.

They shout, "Can you deny

The presence of your God?!"

But in my own flawed mind,

By Nature I am awed.

A name brings prejudice

To ev'ry mind of man.

Forget the words, the benefits 

Will halt you where you stand.

The rainbow'd is the brother to the rats of the sky.

Stop reading, turn around, see the beauty in your sight.

The Hunted King of Death

He paves the concrete red
And yet his hands are clean;
The children hurt or dead,
Forgotten for the green.
Unnecessary pain
For unnecessary gain,
But he just hides the stain
Of where the children lay.
This is cowardice
Of the most pathetic kind;
To destroy a wealth of promise?
He cannot be so blind.
He hides like a hunter behind his slew of guns,
But as the guilty hunted, he will always run.

The Music In My Blood

There's no songs for now

and I'm not a fool;

I know this time

will leave me soon. 

I know these feelings,

yet again,

will cease and leave me. 

I won't pretend

that this is right

and I don't know. 

I know the way that

my heart flows, 

but if distraction

keeps me sane, 

then bring perfection;

come once again.

Stardust In Our Blood

We idolize and fantasize about celebrities and cars.
We dream of, one day, being them and shooting for the stars.
When we're young, there's no such thing as a body of potential,
because we have no limits, we're unstoppable, immortal.

Our senses are bombarded at every single turn,
eyes blinded by the lights for which we are taught to yearn.
We are deafened and lose touch as we take in reality.
But the fact of the matter is what is what is nought but dreams.

What is in fact a fact, the real reality,
is unknown now to most, just a barren wadi.
What is important, the core of truth, can still be found if sought.
It is more and less than currency, something riches never bought.

The fact is, there is no point in reaching for the stars,
for the blood that runs through our veins came from the heavens afar.
This is not a cause to do nothing to aid in our progression,
but to realise that your blood is the worthiest possession.

Damn the Valley

How we are deceived

by the innocent,

by those who never knew,

by the ignorant. 

It makes you wonder

if it is ignorance at all?

How could the obvious

be so small?

It's been some time since

this feeling, or lack of,

has punctured my heart,

my hopes, my dove. 

Days and weeks of

letting go and holding on. 

Months, a year of falling into

a pair of nowhere arms. 

My light is gone, at least

not in the angel I once saw. 

But damn the valley,

to the mountain peak I claw

to try and find the lost

light once more. 

That light is the reason

for life, for less, for all.