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To the Finer Things
Of all things dark,
Of all things dreary,
Of passions burning,
Of hatred searing.
Of deepest dreams,
Of darkest hour,
Of glaring nonsense,
That we call ours.
Of why, of where,
Of all surreal,
For want of touch,
A human feel.
For need of purpose,
He seeks meaning,
Dreams of seeing.
For want of life,
He fights the lies,
To be then naught,
At last to rise.
The Things I Have Made
I am deep inside a fire.
The fire of my soul.
A hell by my own making.
I would never trade it.
For it is mine.
By God, I Tried
Few lives are known,
In our withered grasps,
Who can safely look upon their past,
And cry out in the voice of a thousand men,
"I would not change where I have been!"
From these beings all must learn,
Tis not for success nor victory we yearn
But rather it seems we simply seek,
At the end of life to take our feet,
To shout our triumph through the sky,
Yell to the heavans "By god, I tried!"
Battles of the Triumph
Deep inside the dreams I lived,
Nightmares tearing at my soul.
Covered, smothered, gasping air
I fought against the black.
Deeper deeper still deeper yet,
Unto and past the breach I go,
I cross thresholds of human minds
Broken bleeding unable to fight.
Into my world there came the smallest thread.
A tiny beam of dusk I fell upon.
As a madman, fighting for the last of a soul
I fought once more against the black.
I followed, pulled with all my might
With bleeding brow and growing eyes
At last, at last began to rise
I pulled and pulled with all my might
Slowly rising, so much pain.
A thousand screams of a thousand agonies.
I rose against the black.
At last to triumph.
The Ramblings of a Dying Man
Ever burning ever yearning this is the life that I have wrought these are the things that I have bought paid with the price of lonesome tears I overcome what once were fears I stumble hard both two and fro never learning where I must go For I am one who plays by ear To never fall or give in to fear I feel love, hate envy rage all are found on written page I gain with courage this misery but am I sad? No for this is me this is the life that I have wrought and these are the things that I have bought and when I go leave earth for hell Or heaven perhaps I will know well that all my life for mistakes that past I battled these fears until the last.
Against the dusk, depraved I stand,
I turn my face to all I fear,
The terrors of my heart threaten my body,
And yet I stand.
I know not where my path will take me,
I only know it is mine to choose,
So many paths, how can I win?
And yet I walk.
I know not why I fight the demons I do,
I only know that I must to survive,
I can't contemplate how I can ever finish the battle I've started.
And yet I fight.
When I die, many years from now I pray,
I will only know what I have done,
I will have failed the world so many countless times.
And yet I will have tried.
As we walked through troubled times,
As the air grew heavier still,
As the world spun, and songs were sung,
And our worries numbered few.
As the grass grew tall,
As the sun shone bright,
In the days of long ago,
I still remember you.
As the passage of time,
As the meaningless rhymes,
As flame, and blame were found,
The peace had kept me still.
I feel the wraithes,
I feel the terrors,
They scrape and claw my sanity
And yet I hold you fast.
As time has gone,
As spirits grown,
As one becomes so fast, and fast
Something which be borne.
And raging days at last,
Chaffeur us unto God.