The Unassailable Enemy

I see scars buried deep within your skin

The pale pain pressed lips, atrophied now;

Speak of vain wars that brought you hope to win

Your white immovable glass like eyes howl,

From the pain of the wound that struck you blind

You are a ghost now to your former self.

On the war against time you gave your mind,

Yet time kills all. Time conquers all, even wealth

Grandma, I mourn your life and sacrifice

Though is it selfish to mourn for myself?

For now I must wait on the chance of dice,

Before I too will fall fighting time itself.

City of Ghosts

We are the city,

                whose walls guard the graves of ghosts.

The drumbeat echoing beneath our feet,

                tells of zombie minds strolling the streets.

Yet now is our time

                for dreamers, and believers!

To scale the enemies walls,

                fighting the forgotten ghosts.

Goliath guards our city walls,

                enslaving an unborn generation.

Now we hear the trumpet call,

                begging faithful tremblers to whisper once more.

Jericho’s walls will stand no more

                while the forgotten ones call to their Lord.

This is our cities hour.

                The saints look on in jealousy.

To stand within the ranks that you command.

                The end of history beckons,

                               to the children marching on bleeding knees.

For the time before time,

                 begs to come home.

To see the slaves who defend our gates,

                  bow to another King.

You broken ones,

suicidal ones,

helpless ones,

and lonely ones.

Wait until the leaves fall off the trees.

                Then this ghostly city will turn to ash.

While a city of dead men comes back to life.

The oldest revolution is on the way to hit your shores.

A Change of Wine

In they walked as boys and girls,

They carried pains, they carried scares.

They stood like lambs among the wolves

The shout of hope was whispered now.

Yet as they stood and as they sang,

They heard the ancient whisper cry

Of a love so strong that hate would die

And a peace so sweet that none would cry.

Some jumped who could not jump before,

Some laughed who could but cry before,

Some danced who lied in chains before.

Yet eternity did tremble,

When some fell in love with love itself

Who did not know this love before.

And now you men and women,

We pray you won’t lose your love,

But that the streets would glow forever bright

So stand up for hope, when none may stand.

Genocidal Blindness

Let us never not dream to our lost soul,

That the oligarch’s blood is not our own.

Pretense of two worlds, one rich; one on dole

Allows us to watch children die to bone.

As vultures we prey on your bankruptcy

To make us free of our deformity.

Darfur forgotten is catastrophe,

Burning houses show its reality.

When meet we at heaven’s gate, do try me

For my silent sins, I sold you to death.

It was too painful to see you not free

Instead chose we not to see… your last breath.

    If love still be true, and walk among men
    Pray we love will make blind men see. Amen.

Tides

Strange things the tides have brought

The sea has worn away your walls

It washed away your humble pride

Three generations hid for despair

Inside that armored barricade

Three generations of salty seas

Have licked upon your bloody wounds

Your fortresses now consumed

Your people bow to another throne

Your guardians are those the people hate

Now the land has spit you out

Like Israelites to Babylon

Now you lust for golden gods

The blind gods whom you see.

Yet now the tide is going back

The fields are ripe for harvest

Pardoned are the holy sinner’s sins

Now us sleepy dreamers

Its time to dream once more

Now us fiery fecal hearts

Do you feel the fire roar?

A new generation walks this land

Who knows not of the wardrobe doors

Nor of stone tables where Aslan died

Let us pray his rain would come

Your desert land will see rivers still

The greatest harvest ever seen

Will be ready for your children’s hand.