Out there, I know,
Is the world I know –
The silly masquerade, parade, always on stage
on an ever-changing soundtrack played,
the dance so carefully contrived — a handshake and a smile
playing nice with guns and knives, extensions of a genetic strand,
primates who learned to stand, opposable thumbs in each hand –
and here they are, war after war against their own, the
earth, and sky unlike anything that came before –
they achieved but wanted more and evil spread
before the gods could shut the door.
Yet they pretend to find distinction between man and beast –
that they are invited to some Promised Land or Wedding Feast –
and it cannot be a novel thought that being born
a certain species makes them entitled to an eternal soul
for it is the same argument they use for power and control
over religion, gender, and race
ever so carefully, they dance with grace
around a truth that deep within they know –
that out there, they are the only world
I know.
Eyes towards heaven
Daydreaming amidst danger
She moves left to right
I slipped off a switch
I was supposed to stand on
The fiery snake wins
Reincarnation
Stemming from an errant leap
Not too bright, are you?
In Soviet Russia,
Victory smiles upon you,
Kratos, God of War
Unforgettable:
Boldly falling to your death
with a goofy smile
Riding on a cart,
Lever too far to the right –
Hello, Poison Gas!
You cannot deceive,
try as you might, grasshopper,
the physics engine
Thinking of prizes –
Staring at cardboard wishing
I had that sticker
Electrocution
makes me wish that this maze was
an amish level
Surprise and sorrow:
The ground I sought to leap to
was no longer there
If I lived a thousand years, old man,
I still could not be you
but I wish and I wish and I wish
that some wishes would come true
and live the way you do.
You are the light at tunnel’s end –
what Eberlin had hoped to be.
Despite his never ending sorrow
and his differences with me,
he admired you secretly.
A Christmas Pageant penned your name
amidst annoying calls for cake.
Immortality became your fate
as the God-child, quite awake,
made you what only he could make.
Pierre, he sends his best regards
and his deepest gratitude
He was the light at tunnel’s end
Inheriting your attitude
of course, depending on his mood.
As for me, it is quite clear
I see you with a sense of pride.
You are immortal, I am not –
In my heart, you shall reside
long after parts of me have died.
Lord Abigor, commander of the Legions of Hell, Master of War and keeper of secrets that lead to victory, be glorified by the beating of the battle drums. I honor you by offering all my anger and my hatred. Augment the wrath of your army with my rage. Lead a destructive onslaught upon the arrogant overachieving sons of bitches that constantly shatter my fragile self image. May they find their lives hollow and incomplete. May they suffer eventful lives attaining everything but the things they long for. May they die lonely and forgotten in a flood of their own tears.
Quite clearly you were always there,
an inspiration for Pierre –
a guiltless and cathartic violence
within the silent innocence.
As comical as they are broken
are the words that you have spoken.
I laughed at every funny quip
from a hitman with no marksmanship.
You could say I’ve improved your aim
when I play you in a video game
but some things even I can’t fix –
ask satan, horsie, snarf, or nix.
You got quiet after Columbine
when your reality met mine
and people wondered what was wrong
while we both felt it all along.
The pictures in the news are clear,
sometimes I wonder if you’re here
or if I know the remorseless wrath
of a homicidal psychopath.
You are fiction, nothing more
than a villain’s twisted lore
and writing does not make it so
but Gunther trigger happy gunman, no?