How Does it Feel?

When I look up to the sky,
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.

How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?

It feels good.

Punisher

Killing is my business,
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.

A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.

The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.

Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.

My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
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Face Of Deception

I am so tired, but I just cannot sleep.
I try to open my eyes but they stop me.
I think I may not get as far,
Or anywhere as close as I need to.

Maybe I have already got there
And my eyes are not showing me yet.
Though I don’t know if they mean to help me,
Or if they mean to break my resolve.

Or could it be that I was always here
And the journey was all in my mind?
And you’ve been leading me all this time,
Or have I been leading myself?

Whatever the reason for my discontent,
If it be fact or fiction, or both
It will never be over when I am here
And you cannot be here by my side.

My mouth may never speak the truth,
And my ears may hear only lies.
And my feet stalk in riddles and my hands grasp in rhymes,
But my heart will never die.

My Circles

I am confused.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s Tuesday, either next or last,
And I’ve slept too long and I’m right back where I began.
Can you please help me work it out?

I am not happy.
I’m spinning in circles, turning back the way I came.
And then turning the same circle again.
I know why it’s like this, but I can’t change it.
I think I must be scared of the unknown.

I can’t comprehend.
I wake up in the morning, then go to sleep in the evening.
This routine is killing me slowly.
So I’ll go home and turn on the TV,
And get drunk and forget for a few hours.

I see an exit.
But it’s just out of my grasp, I reach but I can’t touch it.
The light is at the end of the tunnel,
I just can’t work out how to open the door.
I think I need the key, but I can’t find it.

I need something.
Someone to help me reach up and unlock the door.
You are so beautiful, you are so compassionate.
You understand who I am, and how I love you.
Your love could be the key to the door.

Please spin in my circles, I just want to see
If I can be all that they said I can’t be.
I’ll wait for forever, right here if need be.
Please help me to change, and to set my heart free.

:Connor Dane:

 In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.

Innocence Wept:

In the air a plane did soar
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept

Sleeping

Under the dark warm waters of sleep
your hands part me.
I am dreaming you anyway.

Your mouth is hot fruit, wet, strange,
night-fruit I taste with my opening mouth;
my eyes closed.

You, you. Your breath flares into fervent words
which explode in my head. Then you ask, push,
for an answer.

And this is how we sleep. You're in now, hard,
demanding; so I dream more fiercely, dream
till it hurts

that this is for real, yes, I feel it.
When you hear me, you hold on tight, frantic,
as if we were drowning.