[May 22, 2016]

There are clouds forming, dark and blue
They are hiding power, something new
Inside the swirling chaos and hate
There is thunder, there is fate

The ocean roars, it swells and rolls
It swallows the hate, and devours souls
Whirlpools whip, they lash and tear
Cyclones ravage without a care

In all this madness, on the open sea
One man stands, devoted and free
On the water of hatred and shadow
He searches for an end to the sorrow

The forces of nature are unforgiving
They try to destroy all that is living
The sea is judgment and salvation
To those who can face their fears and damnation

In the center of the storm it is calm
On his battered ship, he raises his palm
He calls out, with his voice and mind
He controls the storm, and forces it to unwind

The storm falls apart without a word
His work done, he fades into a blur
The sun shines on the sparkling water
And he disappears, forever after

He was never known, but the people wonder
Will he return, if it should ever thunder
He was a miracle, selfless and kind
He saved them, from the ravages of time

[May 18, 2016]

The night is still, stars shining down
The silence deepens, the world drowns
A cold winter breeze begins to settle in
And at the center, he stands alone

His mind a wasteland, barren and dead
His thoughts encompass his emptiness and dread
A crowd of shadows engulf his entire being
A rock in the current of an emotionless sea

He stands like a statue against the cold
Waiting for something to happen, to unfold
He stands in a valley of darkening dusk
Inside his own mind of stories and books

Staring into the sky, at the twinkling flames of life
Meaningless thoughts swallow him, stabbing with a knife
Visions of an alternate future, obtaining greater heights
But instead, he stands, gazing at the sights

A mist suffocates the valley in fear
As he stands there, slowly he disappears
Soon he is invisible, like always before
And nobody notices, he is no more

A statue stands in an empty field, a hollow tormented soul
Someone who was ignored and forgotten, finally lost control
Soon overgrown, he is lost in a forest of endless regret
Still gazing at the stars, a sight he will never forget

[May 15, 2016]

The heartless wind blows
Upon this desolate land of snow
In his heart, he feels the frozen cold
In his mind, devastation has been foretold

In the barren landscape of rotting decay
Countless bodies are buried in gray
He has foreseen mankind led astray
Caught in their greed, now they must pay

Thundering storms tear apart this world of misery
Searing winds destroy all the world in it’s agony
In fiery explosions the world is coated in debris
And in the end, all is swallowed by the raging dead sea

In this wasteland, he stands upon the highest mountain
He watches the world below, as all is slowly forgotten
He stands alone, within his quiet isolation
Clouded in grief, all becomes lost in eternal damnation

Opening his enlightened eyes, he finds himself shaking
He stands there alone, and cries in all his frustration
Mankind has long been lost, fools who will never listen
Only now does he realize, this is only the beginning

All of mankind will wither away to nothing
Doomed, they will fade from what is coming
He has foreseen the end, it cannot be avoided
At long last, the world will be freed from poison

[April 16, 2016]

The frozen landscape barren
Alone and desolate, he is transparent
Through the decades of decaying time
He has never felt truly alive

The winter’s cold, bites and chews
It turns his soul to ice with words untrue
Even though he is calm within a storm of hate
He cannot turn away from his fate

In the darkness of his demented mind
He pictures the corpses of mankind
So tired of being turned away
He becomes more distant, to this world of gray

In his sleep, he is tormented by dreams of love
Just to wake up to a life of none
Being stabbed by a knife in transparent form
He changes, he breaks, he begins to transform

When at last he opens his eyes
Nothing was as desolate as his mind
Surrounded by hundreds who lie and ignore
Fate had found him in the storm

Still trapped within his nightmare, he fights
He kills without discretion, with no sight
No one can escape the destruction of his might
For he is a winter storm, white in the night

The storm grows larger now, he has been consumed
He is lost to the world now, he is doomed
Many try to save him, but with no avail
They try to **** him, but cannot prevail

For he is no longer a person of reason and logic
He is a force of nature, insane and psychotic
For he is anger and sorrow incarnate
Transparent to the world, he became hate

[April 8, 2016]

I see the darkness, in your eyes
Like a shadow, you’re in disguise
In your mind, you see me cry
In your hands, you bring demise

In my mind, you are the truth
My own heart, I cannot soothe
I’m not here, with something to prove
I’m just here to heal my bruise

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
You bring me pain, through all the years
I leave your stain, at the pier

You see the clouds, in my eyes
You make me wish, that I could die
Like a drought, my tears are dry
And all is gone, like the tide

The emptiness you left inside
Boils in the heat, beneath your eyes
The hatred, in which you reside
Cyanide will be your ride

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
I watch you bleed, beneath the stairs
I bury you without a care

By cyanide, in my mind
By drowning, undefined
By cutting, in a bind
You are dead in my eyes

In my mind, you were the truth
Now you’re buried, beneath a booth
I wasn’t here, with something to prove
But now you’re dead, with no proof

[February 22, 2016]

Darkness envelops his mind
As rage drives him blind
He stands before all with visions of red
He sees no friend, only anger is fed

He lashes out, blinded by hatred
He murders, in the name of nothing sacred
Only his fury driving him forth
As he is consumed by his worth

With steel and iron he delivers death
Another life down, he puts to the test
He stabs, he rips, tears apart, it bleeds
As the blood of the innocent splatters on greed

Corrupted by hatred and anguish
He brings sorrow and does not distinguish
He slaughters the elderly, he hangs children
Like a serial killer with no motive or notion

Every time he kills, he feels more complete
He stands soaked in blood, ready to compete
Cheers of the crowd greet his name
Like taking a life is nothing but a game

Another opponent stands before him
A slave like him, trying to win
His opponent has no chance of victory
But the crowd demands fight for glory

Now they face each other, his anger against their fear
They are locked in combat, each second, a year
Then its over and his anger stands tall
His opponent decapitated, took the fall

With his debt paid, he regains his freedom
The blood of the innocent, his kingdom
He was a slave to anger, but survived execution
With visions of red, he walks into oblivion

[March 31, 2016]

Tonight, the world grows cold
Barren landscape molds
Infinite winter, without a soul
In the darkness tales are told

Desolate and broken
No words are spoken
Everything frozen in solid motion
We watch with no emotion

The moon rises with its infinite gaze
And reveals the world lost in haze
People scatter in a craze
As we reach the end of days

The sad moonlight shines down
And reveals the abandoned ghost town
Becoming more common as the night grows old
Everyone stares and watches evil unfold

Now days are gone and we’ve reached the end
Nobody fought back and the world is dead
Fallen apart we face the dread
Nothing is left, we cannot be fed

For tonight, the world grows cold
Tonight, we watched the nights grow old
Tonight, no tales will be told
And tomorrow, there will be nothing left to behold