Windblast

Windblast

if it were a breath it would have been stolen

where the blasphemous children tarnish words of peace

every sundry glance were eyes of hate and reckoning devils

i had seen the evil coming from a distance

and in a missing moment they have become a flood

surely never do wells and liars come lately but dead minded

and then my skin broke from my bones like paper becoming ash

invisible i am to this world becoming the windswept willow

and the demented pass disinterested but disturbed the undead anger

pardon for peace the interleaved immaculate plague 

incomplete souls and degenerate parsons of malice

i would never visit if it were that i could leave

ever unto the ghosts whom cannot be swayed

never unto the specters that hold no anchor but in nightmares

when the thunder comes it is carried only by sound

like angering mountains and dangerous waves most fatal

even force can make dust of mighty pillars to put through colanders

all unhallowed to the retribution of time

the wilderness of wind can be the forests of war and space

over everything that is over the mortal world and yet more unrequited

similar to share the air with those who think the most unfair

and ominously carrying the Archangels, the Valkyrie of seem

not only winged but with knives to latch the wind for greater speed

after the demons and the flippant rain the mouth of hell has no fury for them

deluge replete a spinners gold and other elements of the light

recourse to run a daydream into a thought and watch the detritus life

weaker than none but circumstance in suspect happened upon a certainty

but in due time the duly raging moments will decay before creation

and before the court of such solitude will wretchedly wither like rags

there is no message before the beginning of the end 

to each the onus operand to the only give without source

Windfall

Windfall 

a burning fog rests on the land,

the old fires are not gone nor lost,

my people are arming themselves in numbers,

desperate to sleep while sick of the old world,

we are royalty among humanity,

we have rights that must endure and privileges to honor them,

and we will protect them,

again we see the coming storm on the fiery horizon,

and the insurrection from enemies within our ranks,

the spoiled children by edict,

the rakish deviants of totalitarian nightmare emotional by choice,

my home gathers breath the way that evil sleeps,

concerned and at peace,

we purge the fever with a drink,

condemning the thorn by pulling it,

keeping our children from the fire,

pulling ourselves from the thieving darkness,

the blind worries without remission,

the sad sorrows without regret,

while the hypocrites serve as stones in the street,

that chaos a word in our language is forever remembered,

and the weeds of the old warring ways are kept at bay,

roots of fascism drink our water,

fire of anarchy breathes our air,

lies of envious fools pass us,

as the moon escapes the tide,

with revolution our dream and your nightmare,

we study the savior sinner fastidiously

Windburn

Windburn 

today i rested w my eyes closed in the autumn sun,

the white light made me cry,

fire burned my face,

energy solace my new sight shaded blue,

when the cold wind came beneath the clouds i couldn't tell if i was crying or dying,

my shadowed soul chilling,

reflection stole the holy light,

by more than darkness nothing is the light,

the breath of future,

lost to endless years of imagination in only a moment,

to sleep w sunset freedom is,

to lie alone is a cold dark wasteland,

in the hedgerows and dead fields,

by the distant forest line where trees hide behind those that sleep,

simply turning restless the windows slid shut,

absent of judgement from abject revolution,

when the chance to find the shade was mistake,

do the clouds come to take away my daydream flight,

as most journeys followers lose,

to be when light makes day a certain hope,

without the callous winds or the biting lies,

i give to you this memory of a day