|We all have our journeys...every creature every soul...|
AntaresLook what puerile parts you playAntares by vikingjon
In ripping down the sky.
Look at what can be unmade
When we steal the right to live and die.
I hope you hear the screaming
Carried on the psychic wind
Heralding your purpose as null and void,
And no one ever wants
To spit your name again.
But the spirit world can see into your dreams
And thinly sever your fortunes there.
Shamans are about your door
Shaking dry bone rattles that call the shades
Of those hearts you couldn't win.
Antares has deserted you, friend, I hold it in my hand,
A bright marble to see through all your guilt and shame.
Come forward Eastern/Western comrade,
You know I'll meet you here,
And we shall see whose will is strong,
We shall find the heart of fear.
The weak think terror is powerful
The wise see your own weak soul is mirrored there,
And so know how to find you,
From the inside of your nightmares.
--J. Shidler 2012-07-22
warWhat a hard world for the dreamer.war by vikingjon
What a joke that makes might think it's right.
There is no war with honour
While our cannon fire pulls down the walls,
Where babies slept and mothers smiled,
And everybody dies.
There is no peace with honour
While our carrion flies crawl over walls,
Buzzing on bodies behind the lines,
Hiding from the truth of light,
Waiting to push buttons
That end so many lives.
If you can't look me in my eyes
Before I'm made to die,
And address me with your own dignity,
And be sure there's no surprise,
Then you have no respite here on Earth,
And nowhere in the sky.
No god tells us we must kill;
That's all a twisted lie
The faint of will use, with petulance,
When they've simply lost their minds.
And who respects a "leader"
Who uses violence instead of taking time
To entreat a matter fully,
Surrounding those who thwart,
Compressing them into hateful diamonds
To give to murder's bride?
We cannot assuage our consciences,
By shifting the burden across the board
Of an enm
Silver LightSilver light flashing sweetlySilver Light by vikingjon
Glowing weakly in the night
A silver light holds my mind
A flashing sign of something bright
What a glorious feeling
A feeling that's healing and holds me tight
At the end of the day
Though you're light years away you're a friend tonight
Silver light through darkness flies
Your sparkling eyes to catch my sight
A silver light to shine and sing
At what life brings and make it right
In a tale never ending
Your light ever rending the black of night
You keep me engaged
In a life filled with pages of empty white
Silver light keep me whole tonight
Feeling old tonight
But it's good to see you again
My fine silver friend...
A silver light
--copyright J. Shidler, 2012-07-08
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