Pass By

Sitting here watching

Others rushing round

I care not what they’re doing

Or what they think they found

Someday I might wonder

Where they all came from

But why should I care

Doing nothing is more fun

Why is death clinging

At me instead of you

I beg I’m not ready

I have much more to do

Death smiles down at me

Don’t let those eyes cry

Because you just sit there

And let life pass you by

Last Thoughts:

Pain excruciating pain

Screams exploding in my head

Voices in the dark whispering

Laughter echoing to and fro

Icy hands touching me,

Where am I, who am I,

Is anyone there, none reply

This darkness is choking me

The pain gone, screaming silenced

Whispers just white noise far away

Nothingness is engulfing me

God is this my eternity

Battered Soul

The grief within

No one can see

This will to live

Is draining out of me

Yet the truth

No one knows

For none can see

This battered soul

They say this life

Has plenty to give

So why, within it,

I see no reason to live

Others scream out

Just listen to me

I’m never wrong

You’re sure to see

The pain is strong

I know it’s near

But is it life

Or death I fear

Blood Hearts

My heart was filled 
with haunting pain, 

as you ripped at my soul

I ask you to understand 
yet, from you no love 
have I ever known

The pressure was great 

within those veins 

but you never knew

You’ve chilled this blood 
that once ran hot 

when I spoke your name

Yet with time 
my heart won’t hurt 

for ice now flows within

Tell me not, you don’t understand 

for our hearts 
are now the same

Russian roulette

The table at which you now sit

Is round with six chairs

We'll got five dumber people

To sit with you there

Now take a revolver

Add a bullet just one

You’ll put on the table

A large money sum

Put the revolver to your temple

Pray as your heart pounds

All they'll hear is a click

Now pass that revolver around

When only one of them is left

They’ll be as happy as can be

For all the blood covered money

Is there’s Tax free

Insanity of a Sane Man

As I walk in the shadows

Deep within my own mind

I hear voices screaming at me

Telling me what I’ve done

I thought none know, but they do

Is it their voices I hear screaming

In those dark crevices of time itself

Are any of these things even real

Or do I just wish they were 

As they hold me in check with fear

Using God and man’s written laws

Laws binding me with ropes of shame

So I’ll only do their will, not my own

An yet I'll always hear those voices

Screaming at me in this silence

As I walk in the shadows

Deep within my own mind

Lost Words

My muse is dead

no words she whispers

no thoughts of time and space

not one heart beating with pain

loneliness and love

just puffs of fine smoke adrift…

My muse is dead

she left me

pen in hand

smudged lines on paper

yellowed with age

as if she knew all along

My muse is dead

others knew before me

eyes unopen

ears not hearing

their lips pursed to tell me

none did, no, not one

till I, too, was dead

Foot Prints:

I found no prints in the sand

Yet I once walked these shores.

I walked where no man has walked

And none shall ever walk again.

My steps were deep and wide

A sense of pride they showed.

Still I find, not one grain of sand

Over turned as if I was never born.

Once the suns warmth caressed me.

Now mother earth wraps her arms

around me in an embrace,  as I

sleep in her damp bosom forever. 

Earth 2

Sitting here looking
out this port I see

A planet of dark brown
with an emerald sea

The air is a light green
with soft clouds on high

We has traveled so far
because Earth has died

We’re told we can breathe
the thin air down below

But we’ll turn purple from
things on this world it grows

All the fleets’ engines fire,
as the Great landing begins

The sky starts to glow,
God no, we’ve done it again

The sea is on fire, sister ships
turn flaming bright red

No more worlds will we destroy
for all man kind is now dead

Death Will Come

The clock ticks away
Our souls it desires
It awaits our death 
Hour after lonely hour

Nothing stops its
Ghostly rounds
For at ones birth
Our souls it found

Our life is always
Just a tick or tock
For someday we
Will surely stop