Unwanted

Unwanted

 

Chained to a cold statue

Staring at far off hearth

Longing for that forgotten feeling

The embrace of caressing warmth

 

What happened to the pillars

That used to hold up so well

The support that used to comfort

Now the broken shards that fell

 

Strong walls with lights held aloft

Sound ceiling keeping back the gloom

Fall cracking, crumbling all around

Succumb to salt wound swoon

 

Screams of desperation

And haunting saddened wails

Escape the crying lips

As safest structure fails

 

Your world drowns in echoes

Of a dying happiness now stunted

Nothing but a single thought lives

That you were never really wanted

 

But eventually dust settles

The pillars exposed as fakes

Never the strong protectors

Trusting them: a common mistake

 

The stone linked to your prison

Now turns and looks down on you

Once a smiling happy face

Shows the self-serving subterfuge

 

The distant hearth closes in

Hearing your muffled calls

Burning blasts against the stone

Melting bondage joins broken walls

 

Warmth returns and envelopes you

No tricks or demands, but purity

Wraps around, outside and within

True protection is felt with surety

 

It wipes away the worry, the tears

The fears of more false love fronted

Encouraged, empowered, trusted, loved

No doubts again of ever feeling unwanted

Victory to be Won?

Seems like perfection sits
At the end of a long road

Classic too good to be true

Yet stars-aligned fate showed

Not ready to be won over

So does chance fall to gun?

Hearts too easily taken by storms

Always lose what’s not to be begun

But the mind is the winds

Souls are the seas

Hearts gone dark aren’t forever

Reigniting flame, is that what you seize?

And if the path is taken

What flaws will be revealed?
The universe plays cruel jokes
And the heart can’t be steeled

The hopes come, blisteringly go

Why should this one be any different now?

But chance not taken is chance not won

So adorn blood scarred armor and vow…

Again…

This time it WILL be  different…

Or so the hope always goes…

Tower of Failure

On a foundation of lies

Is built a shining pillar

Most see it for what it is

Pyrite exterior is ripe for chipping

Twisted bones beneath the smooth skin

Though the craftsman thinks all are fooled

Still, some do fall for the false face

The fake promise of happiness in that place

Theirs shall be gagging taste of bitterness

 

Stabbed in the back and never supported

The public love, all that was ever reported

By witnesses who had never dwelt inside

Conditions so controlled it was easy to hide

Burn the enemies in backyard despair

Destruction dispersed on winds of Who Cares?

The young and the old, both fall to the flame

The old smashed, trodden, raped and let go

The young kept tight in the loving claim

Victim blamed, shamed, and not allowed to show

Powerless, rejected, wrought frail thin to bone

Truth no one believes or wants to hear held back

It was the old’s fault, outsiders claim as fact

The control freak smiles the plan to victory

 

Can’t wait till the time runs out

When the cow is sucked dry, gone in a night

 

Reality alarm clock wrecks the next morn

Sitting here watching it like the greatest porn

Kick the cards that make that house

Set fire to the corner, gasoline to douse

False fake fleeting (not so fleeting for victims) fairytale world

Should have not gotten so comfortable in a gilded dream swirl

 

Foundations built upon suspect material

Cracks then crumbles and now no more

And the old’s darkness can’t wait to reveal

The shining tower of failure

DOOM

Last day for open beta on DOOM!  Here’s the Warpath Doom – Warpath

The Never Years

Listener, let me tell you

About the never years

And I hope you listen close

Follow my lead,

My unseen tears

And you’ll find lost

What’s had by most

(Or so it seems . . .)

The best days

The most fun

The most free

The most happy

The best memories

Are the Never Years

For me

No Parents, no rules

So the illusion goes
No limits, no curfew

Take in the shows

The bed can wait for you

My friend

But if in there you use the wrong head

Be careful because good times can spear

And that just enjoyed becomes dead

Welcome now to your first never year

Now responsibility

Now duty

Now work

Now sweat

Now struggle

Now starve

Cry dark

Stare back at your brief shining moment

That life, cut short, leaves no bright token

Stare ahead to what SHOULD have been

Good times and no fears
But now won’t be anything better than

What some of us know as the never years

False Visions

False Visions

But how can you call it false

When you never had a chance

I guess the tease was all it needs

To change to cans so many can’ts

Another cloudy mist passes, wets face

Thoughts begun cut short, aborted

Rising swell of the infant wave

Gravity rebuffs, crushing, contorted

Beckoning hand of false visions
Snake smile deceit that engages
Suggestions, promises, the golden flow
Curls ripping fingers, the internal rages

Nature reversed, smooth stone face falls

To sharp, cutting,  jagged, twisted

The untouchable pain induced form darkens

Behind wall, under shadow not interested

Numb slips back into comfy chair, smiles

Almost sweet relief cried for sanity sake

The often fed must be the request

Readily soaks core calling suppressed

Blood Shine

Blood Shine

 

New dark of night the moon calls upon

Adjusted eyes tenderly watch your last breath

Foul deeds remembered should be forgotten

Ancestral warrior’s blood avenged in death

 

White snow shows black but for the moon light

Bodies quiver- yours in death, mine delight

Last of the house that brought ruin to mine

Revenge flowed thick in family’s blood shine

 

Transgressions of rivals now render moot

Pyrrhic victory leaves only me to count

The countless times our honors stained

To right small wrongs never paramount

 

White snow shows black but for the moon light

Bodies quiver- yours in death, mine delight

Last of the house that brought ruin to mine

Revenge flowed thick in family’s blood shine

 

The battle over and the war believed won

But snow grows a new red line

My unchecked wounds now call on me

Sleep wrapped in your family’s blood shine

 

White snow shows black but for the moon light

Bodies quiver- yours in death, mine delight

Last of the house that brought ruin to mine

Revenge flowed thick in family’s blood shine

Gone Awry

Gone Awry

 

Is it ever going to workout right?

Again it just comes apart

Everything you thought was truly fine

Was fracturing from the start

 

The plan is always the last thing to work

Or so it appears to me

Failure is life’s standing norm

It is our destiny

 

The way you wanted your life to go

Is the biggest joke of all

You plan, you strive, you persevere

But a mad universe makes the call

 

The plan is always the last thing to work

Or so it appears to me

Failure is life’s standing norm

It is our destiny

 

Now looking up from bloodied knees

Sight penetrates the fog

Of life, of paths, of long lost dreams

To see your dark epilogue

 

The plan is always the last thing to work

Or so it appears to me

Failure is life’s standing norm

It is our destiny

New thing I’m doing

While I continue to work on my writing, I’ve also decided to start doing my own channel on Youtube.  Not sure what elements I’ll be incorporating into it, but, for now, it’s going to be my own video game play through/commentary channel with other sorts of videos to pop up from time to time, I’m sure.  Check it out and be sure to subscribe!
Thanks!

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCne7Elzl63-I9TF8szYf1ZQ

Let me apologize….

Well, after much deliberation, it just isn’t happening with this next Mass Effect fan fiction book I was going to write. I think I’ve just lost the love for that story that I once had and have many other original projects/stories that I’d rather be working on. That may break some people’s hearts, but probably not. If you really want to know where I might have been going with that story, hit me up and I can summarize the outline in its current iteration (always changing is the story . . . to paraphrase a famous Jedi master). For now, I’m just leaving it to the side. Clearly I haven’t been working on it at the breakneck speed I was with “New Masters” which I pumped out nearly a chapter a week. ME5, “Desperate Measures” is at three and a half after six months, if that tells you anything.

So yeah, on to original works, now. Hoping I can throw myself into those a lot more.