THE TWO FACED RENEGADE

More lyrics from the past. Maybe I should rewrite this stuff, but I have chosen to leave it the way I wrote it back in the ancient 80's. Let it stand on it's own demerit. Since I have way too much time to think about things I wondered back then, how would a German soldier feel about fighting in World War Two if he did not agree with what his country was doing. Eagle eyed readers would know this concept was later carried on to the poem There's a fence around forever.

The season for treason is second to none
The frontline fighting soldier stays the lonely one
In the middle of a split vision
you do right to question my decision

Should I stay loyal to the country I serve
though I detest it's intentions to conquer the world
How far goes my duty should I kneel and obey
pull the trigger and look the other way

Oh I wish I knew which way the wind blew
for the two faced renegade
In the two faced masquerade

Is it my obligation to blindly respect
my superiors orders that I cannot accept
Feeding the cannons with human flesh
Entertaining our leaders in a war play grotesque

How can I indulge in this and still stay sane
watching vigerous landscapes turn into desert plains
How can I hate someone I never met
How can I be the bullet in a Russian roulette
Ruling over life and death

There's a place in the sky

Here's a lyric from my past. Written some time in the 80's. If there was any music to it I've forgotten. Looking at it today the chorus seems rather religious, though I doubt that was my intention at the time. As far as I am able to ascertain it is about a condemned man. What his crimes were I do not know. This is the edited version. ( ok, some of this stuff was pretty out there ) It probably made sense to me once.

I am guilty they'll hang me soon
and my corpse will swing before the moon
They'll hear me scream til my breath collapse
watching me wither, my very last gasp

When I'm stiff
they'll cut me down
See me fall
to the ground
When I'm dead
they'll leave me be
When I'm dead
I will be free

There's a place in the sky
where we go when we die
There's a place in the night
were we live out sight

The string of life left my domain
pervading through my sordid brain
The tombstone wait to be inscribed
if they find me worthy now when I've died

The rope is tight I cannot breathe
who has spread infected seed
Strangeled thoughts they fade away
no more I will feel dismay

THE RENEGADE ROMANTIC

Here's a poem about how I imagine woman wants us men to be. I'm not quite sure we succeed all the time, but trust me we do try. Since most of the time we fall flat on our faces we tend to look like someone punched our faces in. When we fail you gals sure let's us know. He is a renegade because he goes against the tough guy routine, as he allows his love to shine through.

The renegade romantic
believes in love that lasts
believes in the future
and not in the past

The renegade romantic
never loses his faith
He knows that good will come
to those who wait

The renegade romantic
adores a prolonged kiss
He knows for sure it's heaven
he knows for sure it's bliss

The renegade romantic
will never let you down
Whenever you may need him
he'll always be around

The renegade romantic
will touch you like the wind
The only love he wants to give
comes from deep within

The renegade romantic
will take good care of you
Always knows what to say
and always what to do

The renegade romantic
will soothe your aching soul
Pick you up and dust you off
if ever you should fall

The renegade romantic
will listen when you speak
Always lend a helping hand
and give you what you seek

The renegade romantic
will love you til you die
and no moments you will regret
that he was by your side

BEYOND THE REALMS OF SALVATION

Here in the US children seems to vanish without a trace every day. They are abducted from playgrounds, the streets they live on and some are even plucked from the safety of their own homes. Who takes them, where do they go and what happens to them ? Sadly in most cases the outcome is not a happy one. This poem was inspired by such a case. I never really know where a particular story is going to lead me and this one took me into a rather grusome territory. It's a mixture of horror, Brothers Grimm and current events. Probably one of the most graphic poems I've written so if that upsets anyone I suggest you skip it.


In the bleak forest there's a treacherous calm
where the wind dear not rustle the leaves
Darkness commence at the foot of the night
and the day always struggle to breathe

Just above ground there's a milky white mist
it slithers and curls 'round the trees
Trembling branches that claws at the moon
confined to a place without peace

There's a path up ahead that leads out of this world
to the house of the hollow stone
This windowless lair has a grim stench of fear
and perched atop the river of bones

Shadows corrode in his ghastly abode
and whispers so faint disappears
He often departs to seek out young hearts
abduct those who sleep unawere

In nocturnal forays he whisks them away
sweet children so safe in their domain
No single word from his breath ever heard
he threads lightly to harvest his claim

Consuming their eyes stifleing their cries
gazing at sights through many past lives
With a wicked curved blade their skin he then flays
devours the essence from which he thrives

Slaking their thirst biting veins til they burst
spraying tiny droplets on his skin
Guilt is a haze, a smirk on his face
as he dabs at the blood on his chin

He dines on the brains of the innocence slain
compelled by the vapours of death
Absorbing pure souls to become briefly whole
unburdened by remorse or regrets

The vestige of wraiths thus gone without a trace
from the vessels of splendored light
His hunger recedes as sustenance feeds
on childrens unfortunate blight

Again tomorrow he'll wreak another batch of sorrow
douse the sentiments of joy with unforgiving pain
A self imposed affliction fuels his own addiction
a pestilence of purpose a plague of disdain

I WOKE UP DEAD ( It was downhill from there )

A few years back I used to live in an apartment, and wondered what would happen if you died there and your spirit were confined to this space for all eternity without any opportunity to vacate those premises. It would, I venture, be a rather tedious existence. Then what if a woman moved in and you fell in love with her, but since you are dead it would be a somewhat complicated relationship. Alright if yer gonna nitpick, impossible. The man in the poem however does manage to gain entrance to her dreams and in this alternate reality a seduction unfolds. The only way for them to be together is for her to die. He succeeds in his trickery and she is finally his, but as you will discover, taking someone against their will is never a good idea.
I am not sure I made it clear the woman commits suicide in the poem, so I felt it best to point that out here.

I woke up dead
the day I died
I never spoke
nor did I cry
A quiet heart
belongs to death
I overslept
my final breath

I'm stationed here
inside my room
As I must haunt
this very tomb
I am the eyes
the orb that sees
Forced to observe
eternities

Left to stare
at barren walls
Oh such a draft
upon my soul
How I despise
my solitude
Where errant winds
may not intrude

You came to me
in pomp and swoon
To quell my melancholy
depths of gloom
A dormant yearning swell
to roust in me an ache
A ressurected radiance
that I long since did forsake

I would peer on down
from heights of up above
A knight of immortality
denied the rights of love
Lest I can not reach for
what I can not touch
Which is just a little less
of not too very much

So when you sleep
and while you dream
I slip into your
subconscious stream
A thought pursuit
a rendevous
I built a bridge
between me and you

I skulk about
in memories
As I must learn
what I need to be
Who I am
what I'll become
It is the man
to which you belong

As shadows part
we meet at last
Me, the thief
that stole your past
I am the charmer
of cruel deceit
I hide deception
behind words so sweet

Each night I wait
as you descend
Into my arms
anew, again
The dread of dawn
I can't allay
When you awake
I wilt away

I cherish the dim glow
of the vanquished sun
Replenished by the fading light
towards the dark I run
Impatient I do linger
in the archives of your mind
Abiding by compulsion
to sever ties that binds

I surface from a whisper,
but a trickle to a scream
With plans of grand devotion
I justify my scheme
I banish apprehension
for a lovers last crusade
A conqueror of certainty
one does not dissuade

I whisked her out of slumber
her body now a shell
I bargained for a paradise
she thought of it as hell
Apart we are together
her hatred thus confined
She'll be with me forever
always here, but never mine

WHEN TEMPESTS BLEED

I seem to be drawn to the subject of reincarnation. I find the prospects that one may have lived before rather fascinating, and if we have are those memoires locked within our psyche. What if they one day starts to surface. Are there skeletons it those cowebbed recesses. Would we really like to find out what we were and what we did. This poem is about such an occurance. A man begins having visions of events he knows nothing about and as they progress he realises some knowledge is best left forgotten. This started with the title which just popped into my head one day. How I arrived at this particular subject is anyone's guess. I also changed the rythm of the poem after a few verses. Again, don't know why, it just happened that way.

I sense the pulse of a distant voice
a tremor, faint, subdued
It crawls, it climbs from depths below
forsakes it's solitude
A murmur lost in labyrinths
so faint yet it persists
A lifeless hum of what once was
and what may still exist

Fragments form from peeling pasts
of pictures hung askew
A faceless fury simmers dormant
to arise anew
I hear it echo bold and stirring
reverberate through me
A perilous unwilling welcome
a hazy memories

I harvest recollections from
jumbled severed sights
Where a re-assembled tunnel looms
at the end of dimming lights
A river flows with vanquished visions
familiar, or so it seems
Grisly revelations pour from
many muted screams

There's an emenating afterglow
from countless unknown graves
Where bones concealed in restless earth
betrays the whim depraved
No wounds may heal when tempests bleed
into the vengeful stream
Among the slain uneasy sleep
will always intervene

I touch the soil awake the past
shudder at it's chill
Rupturing scars, a stowaway stench
unfurls against my will
Memoirs of murder etched into my mind
a latent reel unspools
Into the abyss of dread I peer
hollow vast and cruel

Serenity suffers wilting it's surface
to burrow beneath my veneer
Images bending disjointed unending
at my own reflection I stare
In a veil shrouded corner forgotten by mourners
lonely lies victims remains
Tucked in by the years drying up dusty tears
life frozen in their veins

Are we brothers in death pale silhouettes
or vagrants cast aside
Are we weeds for the vermin rocks for the sand
where the age of the ageless has died
Confounded I'm searching a mosaic emerging
revealing invisible truth
Who was I then will I become that again
last past the remnants of youth

A soothing surrender to violence tender
stitching the seams of time
Spectral traces I gaze at their faces
fearful of what I may find
The wild weaving wind gusts from within
as I can clearly see
I never succumbed to the hands of the beast
for the beast was always me

DYING TO LIVE

This is basically about embracing life while you have the chance and not give up in following your dreams. To be honest this was a title that popped into my head one day. Thought I better come up with something so I could use it. Written before I abandoned the lyrical format, thus there's a chorus in there.

I circle my solutions
forsaking my own needs
running up downhill against
the will to succeed

I cradle limitations
to quietly observe
my subservient reflection
discarded by the curb

I've docked in despondance's harbor
by the cliffs of unknown heights
I've watched lovers doomed with failure
plummet off the ledge of life

The eclipse of revelations
brings ambition by default
become myself an architect
to construct a firm resolve

From ashes I may build
adventurous endeavours
and populate my vacant dawn
with a prosperous forever

I'm dying to live
not living to die
to walk about in wonderment
across the scarlet sky

Clouds of discontent
I aim to peel away
for depressive joys dilutes
the splendor of the day