Where Rainbows Die

This time, this life, was not meant to be

For you and I to share our joie de vivre

But perhaps there's a place, a parallel conjunction

Where we are together, forever, without compunction

In a reverie, I can see him there, is he playing possum?

Amongst the verdant grasses, beneath the pinkish hue of adorning blossom

And he's smiling and giggling with his merry larking

As an angel and butterflies espy, with a dog and its tail wagging barking

But the here and now is invisible lines that we cannot cross

With those maudlin feelings akin to loss

But perhaps somewhere, someplace, we're sharing pillows

And having lazy picnics beneath weeping willows

In this life are we victims that have been robbed?

For there's no menage a cinq, or even a dog named Bob!

Although I sense, can almost feel, the sound of carefree laughter

Is that you and I together and living happily ever after?

But in a nagging, dreadful dream, I can see the end of days

As winter kills the last warmth of our summers' rays

And reality lies in the lines of a different story

Where rainbows die, unnoticed, and without furore

Memento Mori

Don't look now, beyond mortality's inequitable shambles

For the hourglass drains in a ring of guttering candles

Focus forwards, whilst time is a concept of linear motion

And ponder not that you might be the next one chosen

Rainbows rising, blue skies, the blossom sprawling

Let the songbirds chorus be your only calling

Catch the breeze and bathe in the glory of sun-kissed days

And dwell on the ethereal, but not the words of knaves

Lead your life, for there is no need to follow

For what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow

Spring into summer, for you'll fall into winter

Beam with true awe and never settle for a simper

For all too soon you'll take note of the fog that's forming

And you'll learn to fear the raven and its malevolent cawing

When forever is never, then what are the seasons; four

The fifth is the silence that darkness obscures

Time is a privilege, that is given, until reclaimed by remotion

But on the cusp of the void you'll be alone and the only one chosen

To be cast adrift, an intangible shade, in a sea of shadows

An empty space in the depths, beyond life's ebbing shallows

Don't look now, just contemplate, memento mori

Knowing there'll be no escape, for you are mortality's quarry

So lead your life without angst, or any oppressive sorrow

For what's here for you today cannot possibly follow

Oust the Megalomania of "God"

They knew nothing, but they needed to know it all
So the 'know-it-alls' obliged and told tales tall
They gathered their stories of religious depiction
And created their scriptures and books of biblical fiction

With the Creator created in their own glorious image
They spread all their fables to every town and village
Blind faith in ignorance is bliss, with no second guessing
Just hellfire and crosses, Waheguru and count all your blessings

Purge all your sins before the inconspicuous, but ominously, omnipresent
An egotistical maniac with powers fiendishly unpleasant
For his is the work of the moon and the stars and 'no' to starvation
And the very soil of our Eden and peace for every nation

Question: If "God" is so great, why do the heretics go berserk...
And why do his lascivious priests abuse and pervert?
Answer: There is no immortal arbiter, just degrees of insanity
So forget all the fairy-tales and make do with humanity

Oust the megalomania of "God", for the unreal have no opinions
Only the fantasies aroused from the mouths of artificial minions
In the search for enlightenment let's stick to the facts
Not the ignorance found with the "God" of the gaps

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Upon a Burning Cross

Through crimson eyes as cold as blood soaked frost
He stares as his nemesis burns upon a burning cross
The searing flames rage, the only weapon in his armoury
To quell the lying words, in tongues, of the quasi-harmony

'Twas always known that God was only in thoughts amiss
But Satan's realm is fact and is in the inferno of his abyss
And he's here amongst us, with his dark force legions
Forever sworn to him in a mephistophelean allegiance

The prayers of the pious, of the holy mission
Will look to the heavens, but will face perdition
Thou will fear all evil, for there'll be no warning
For the work of the incendiary is not for stalling

Soon the heat of the thermonuclear will be a desert winter
For his is the world of ash and dust and every last cinder
From the choking soot filled skies the black carbon reigns
Over the apocalyptic conflagration of his chthonic flames

No faux gods, or saints, will help in cataclysmic clashes
With the agents of Hades rising in demonic black masses
Foretold is the future, so foreseen is what's lost
With the torch of humanity dying...

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Infinity

Your time is carefully measured until it finally stops

Then future, past and present will be frozen hands on clocks

And in the black hole of Infinity, of what's left, you'll purge

As all those hidden ghosts in life, in death, will then emerge

With quelled chimes clocks are naught but pictures of what has passed

And beyond the perceptible you'll be close to alone at last

But those who never were will reinforce your silent weeping

And for your Infinity in your company keeping

You'll never, in forever, see them; but feel them and be amid

All the phantoms and spectres who have never breathed, or ever lived

But they'll need to feed, to be, on your final fading embers

Until your very essence is so depleted that no one else remembers

When the hourglass sands have run their course, you'll not deny

That what were the facts of the tangible will now not apply

In a forever place of perpetuity and endless penury

You'll repair yourself in a faded thought of a borrowed memory

Your time has come and gone, an evanescent flickering

And now doesn't exist in words, or thoughts, or subliminal whispering

All those who used to haunt you are the ghosts you kept

And Infinity's a place where they'll awake, for 'tis where they slept

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I'll Reclaim The Dark

I'll reclaim The Dark from the maudlin brokenhearted

As I reveal all the horrors of the post departed

Let them forget their torturous self-loathing ways

So they can appreciate their misery as they dig their graves

Death will mock them and their trespassing treason

Evil's a vengeful skull fucking demon  💀💀맆💀💀!!!

And all their haunted hearts are mine to crush 💔😂,

Dealing in fathomless despair is my desolate touch.

All those world weary woes and piteous hugs; life's a bitch

But death, horror and evil is a blood sucking vampire witch

So in their tear filled graves, they've kindly dug, I'll hold them down

Watching their troubled bubbles burst until they finally fucking drown

Perplexed in Reflection

We've been here before, at the silver glass mirror

With the man in the mask a spurious shimmer

And he's concealing his face, it's part of his cunning deception

With my frozen facade perplexed in reflection

I know he's trapped in the glass, but he's corrupting my mind

He's touching our fingers, he wants them entwined

Oh my god, I want, but I cannot believe

That a silent reflection could ever deceive

He's been here before flaunting my guise

He's fooling them all, it's a brilliant reprise

The man in the mask is bereft of morality

Suggesting that he's the actual reality

Why am I the one he needs to defile?

Drip feeding his poison every once in awhile

Hidden beneath he'll be contemptuously sneering

Wanting what's mine and to be domineering

I've been here before, I'm the dupe in his eyes

I want to rip of his mask and sever our ties

And I want him to answer, with his lip sync replying

To the questions I ask about this realigning

I can't reach his face, so I hammer a fist

In a smear of my blood I grind and I twist

He copies my words of furious profanity

As he helps himself to the last of my sanity

We've been here before, at the silver glass mirror

But never before have I been trapped in the shimmer

He's wearing my face, but it's all a cunning deception

And I'm a frozen facade, perplexed in reflection