Friday, March 13, 2009

On the ignorant impression

That one is to lie down and die
With peace and forgiveness
Pouring out of our bleeding eyes

Like we’ve never heard of the crusades
We’ve never heard of the Sons of Thunder
We’ve never heard of the final battle
When the forces rise up from deep down under

Like there are no angels with singing swords
Like there is no eye for an eye
Like these low life scum bags of evil incarnate
Aren’t just begging to die

So how can we deny them

It'll be the only justice they’ll experience
It'll be the only reckoning they've ever known
It'll be their final glorious harvest
For the seeds they have sown

8:25 pm
and transcribed this time
8:44 pm


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The seen or the seer


You speak of being accosted by Shakespeare
Like you had no freedom to leave
You speak of the endless tedium of Homer
As though that is what made your soul grieve

Like you could not make your own choices
Like you were a man that was not free
Maybe it's the chains you've wrapped around yourself
That's dragging you down

Instead of poetry

9:22 pm
transcribed this time
9:54 pm