Endless Uncertainty
Some incense, a candle:
one is for me,
drifting and merging
with eternity;
The other, for him
is burning bright
to let him know
I hurt at night.
Hod
The justice-loving world mourns not for the youth
Swinging still from the tree,
and yet all is sorrow.
Though he knows his youngest, his only son
was slain as an act of justice,
the aged king is sorrowful.
He weeps for his son,
his son the murderer,
his son the traitor,
his son that killed another out of malice,
and was executed according to the law.
No more will he find pleasure in life;
Food, drink, the sweet words of a bard,
will give him no joy.
What he would do is hope he'd die soon; a straw death
And make the journey to Niflheim
to join his son in Hela's realm.
But he must not, for he is heirless--
still the aged man will weep himself to death.
Falling
all my screamed dreams
primal and airborne
float and spin
in the crimson storm:
tears of blood
I'd cry for you but
prophecies/wishes
never come true:
and all the dreams
and hopes and screams
all they mean is
more heartbreak
which I can't take
nor can I fake the truth:
I am falling without you.
Propaganda
surrounded by sheep
in a field of painful bliss:
only some share my deadly knowledge
and are as fierce as I:
fellow panthers
dissenters/rebels
in a congregation of dumb animals;
followers, who have been blinded
by years of smiles
and reassurance.
Shallow Reflections
I think it is sad
that I feel I must censor myself
in order to deal with others sometimes.
It's not that I fear
that they will laugh at me,
but rather
that my meaning will be lost on them;
And I will once again realize
how very alone I am.
Test Of Friendship
friend:
i've changed so much
and I don't know if we can catch up.
Have you changed too?
or are you still you?
friend:
I come asking cautiously,
Do you remember the old me?
this is the new me.
can you put the two together,
what has been, and what is;
and savor the best of both?
Can you match my name to my face
and my voice to my soul, friend?
Must I do the same for you?
Endless Nameless
a life, a death, and then a rebirth
given within the sphere
of a glorious blue flame:
In that never-ending instant,
before consciousness is swallowed
into a most welcome blackness,
All would be one
And one would be fire!
An approximation of divinity will be the sign;
Godhood for a second of infinity,
godhood, and then Ragnarok.