The Last Prophet

 

( She came nameless

On a dateless day......)

I took a walk yesterday

Through the unending streets that swing away

Into the eternal chaos of urban life

Symbolic of struggle, symbolic of strife.

 

A vast multitude passed me by

Faceless faces, unseeing eyes

Weary souls that trudge along

On their weary roads to perdition.

 

Yet a bright spark I did discern

In this vast unending ocean.

Despite the grey all around me

This spot of orange was for all to see

 

A little boy of seven perhaps,

Suited in rags, booted in straps

Lay wailing in utter torment

Covered with a deep black pestilence.

 

Skeletal frame and grubby hands

Lying on the pavement, covered in sand.

A pawn to the whims of his own destiny,

He lay there wearing a mask of agony.

 

Good citizens they were who passed him by,

Not heeding his wails, not hearing his cry

All kinds of people, from all walks of life.

Walking briskly on, so wonderfully alive.

 

The young and the old, the rich and the rest

Walked quietly past him, or while chatting in earnest.

They stopped not to look at him, they stopped not to care

Or if they stopped and stared at all, their hearts lay elsewhere.

 

I shall not be their judge or their jury or their executioner,

For I too but looked at him, I too did not seem to care,

While this little boy of seven perhaps, lay wailing in this empty street

Full of people although it was, in them no heart did beat.

 

But suddenly an angel came by

Who she was I’ll never know

And although no trumpet heralded her coming

An angel she was, of that I’m sure.

 

Dropping to her knees in the sand and dirt,

She clutched the boy close to her heart.

Wiping away his tears she smiled

A smile that could melt a glacial heart.

 

Awash with guilt, I fumbled for my soul

And the rest still walked heedlessly by.

In my mind I kissed her feet

But I looked again and saw her accusing eyes.

 

I saw the derision aimed towards us all

I saw the rage in her eyes, the undisguised contempt

I felt her unspoken words burn my very soul

I knew then that she was a prophet.

We sing paeans to romance, we drink the wine of love

We conquer stars for our beloved and aim still further above

Yet when we see a little boy writhing in agony

We forget the very basic principles of humanity.

 

In this angel I saw these accusations
 Levelled towards us one and all

And in her love I witnessed God’s fury

For us being enmeshed in inhumanity

 

But in her I saw the path ahead

In her I saw salvation.

For she is the one to guide us all

The last prophet of Creation.

 

Arcane Desires

Walk.................Slowly

Hear the whisper of the breeze...

Touch................Gently

Let the raindrops caress your soul...

Breathe..............Deeply

Smell the freshness of the dewdrops...

Smile.................Freely

Spread some cheer and then some more...

Frown................Fleetingly

Tarnish not the brightness ’round you...

Cry.....................Quietly

Because your tears are yours alone...

Feel....................Intensely

Let no emotion leave you whole...

Love...................Serenely

Passion is for fools alone...

Fight..................Tenaciously

Shed some blood....And some gore

And Die.............Gratefully

And meet thy maker with unblemished soul...

 

 

 

Indigo Inferno

I hear the simple revelry

In the heart of this fallow man.

No more than a beast of burden,

Outgrown, Outthought, Outshone.

I hear the simple revelry

But O Tragedy! I hear it alone!

 

The music of the revelry

The lilting melodies you cannot hear.

That could forever rock your senses

That could you to your life endear.

 

The rhythm and the beats are lost upon you

The unending symphony you cannot hear.

The sound of silence is all that greets you.

Or a verse of profanity if you persevere.

 

Children of the sun

What know you of the darkness?

That dwells within this heart?

That renders it faithless?

 

Good people you be.

Crafting your own perfect trajectory.

Not caring ’bout the meanders

That line this heart’s destiny.

 

You cannot even hear

The beating heart’s plea.

You cannot even sight

The darkness in its revelry.

 

You hear not its song

So you know not its music

You detect not its mood

For you scarcely know its fabric.

 

But inside this fallow man

His heart.. it beats forever

Despite his gloom, despite his misery

Despite his deepest despair.

 

Honourable people you be

But you know not of his pain.

Drenched in your own piety

Did you notice his laughter wane?

 

Party on! And on for life!

Stop not now for the sake of a loser.

To do so would be far beneath you.

So do go on being a carouser.

 

But this heart, it will beat on

It will revel alone in its own revelry.

Its music will forever go on..

Not caring a damn whether it affects thee!

 

You are the Light and I accept this

But if light be such as thee,

Then despite my pain, despite my misery,

I accept darkness as my destiny!

The Rainman’s Chorus

 

When you hear eight bells toll

you will remember the rainman

When you hear thr ocean’s call

you will remember the rainman.

But what of now?

Here and no, at this very moment

Do you think of the pretentious bastard then?

Nay, you do not!

And what is more why should you?

A common piece of filth he is

Just a form of pestilence.

Self-deprecatory

Judgemental

Self-obsessed

Suicidal

You thank your Gods

for not being the rainman!

Afflicted

Possessed

Perverted

Useless

The lowest form of pestilence

has more use than the rainman.

Not drowning in misery

Not neck deep in hate

Just taking things to be arbitrary

An observer of Fate.

My dark side is my own

I give you but a glimpse of it

A darkness common to all

I but have the gall to present it

Ignore me if you please

But weep for me not

I swim not in a pool of darkness

I do not meander in the fog

Be revolted. Be disgusted

And I’ll smile with impunity!

I dwell in the highest peaks of solitude

Firm with belief in my sanity.

So do not preach to me about light

For I do see it from the Dark

Waste not your sympathy

I’m as happy as a lark!

You need to cry before you smile

To be pained to be painless

To be diseased to be healthy

To be sad just to be happy

And that’s why I dwell in the Darkness

To believe in the promise of reality...............

 

 

 

A WALK ON THE DARK SIDE

Have you ever

Taken a walk

A walk alone

On the dark side?

If not then come,

Come away with me

Come take a walk

On the dark side.

 

Be afraid

Be very afraid

Things are not pretty

On the dark side.

Things that revolt you

Yet things that enthrall you

Things that breed

On the dark side.

 

Why don’t you come

Come away with me

To walk hand in hand

On the dark side?

I will make your skin creep

I will make your flesh crawl

If you but walk with me

On the dark side.

 

You shall drown in your fears

You shall be fettered by your tears

If you but walk one day with me

On the dark side.

You shall sell me your soul

You can never again be whole

If you but walk one day with me

On the dark side.

 

Not far away from home

Not far away at all

Lies the entrance

To the dark side.

Look in your mirror

See the ice cloud your eyes

And you will find the entrance

To the dark side.

For it is chilly down there

An all consuming chill

Your marrow will freeze

When you reach the dark side.

You will wish to be in hell

For its fires would keep you well

But it cannot be so

On the dark side.

 

I see the temptation in your eyes

I feel desire within you rise

You wish to walk with me

On the dark side.

Death is just an escape

It satisfies not you palate

You wish for the icy touch

Of the dark side.

 

So come away with me

Oh do come away

Come watch the hawks prey

And come watch Satan play.

And come be imprisoned

For eternity and aye

Come be imprisoned

On the icy dark side.

 

 

 

ERRORS OF DEMENTIA

I don’t care for your pity

so keep it to yourself

I despise you and your empathy,

I loathe your kindness.

 

I am one, I am alone

so don’t care for me because I care for none.

I am bitter and I am gay

and this is the way that I intend to stay.

 

Consumed by grief, overcome by remorse,

embittered by rage, no sight of repose.

A less than nothing, a simple nobody

I smile but my jaws ache with hypocrisy.

 

I laugh and my laughter rings hollow in my ears.

Its been years since I last cried

but inside I drown my tears.

 

Humble in my pride, I am rich in my poverty.

Cruel in my kindness, I goad myself

beyond self-pity.

 

Loathing consumes me, loathing for me alone.

For I am something beyond despicable,

and that cuts me to the bone.

 

A pervert, a leper, an object of despair,

or maybe a freak with a mind beyond repair.

Miserable in my own existence, yet loving every moment of it,

I am a genii without powers, an insignificant hobbit.

 

In sync with reality, out of sync with myself,

I’ve been cut, dried and french-fried

by this pain I just can’t express.

 

 

I’ve been skinned, skewered and butchered,

Roasted and toasted,

And yet I’ve been discarded

before even being tasted.

 

As gooey as chocolate, as bitter as gourd,

I am the reality

that just can’t be ignored.

 

I lust for my soul,

for I feel a void within me,

My angst-ridden heart is overridden by depravity.

 

I yearn for euthanasia but shrink from kamikaze

I am no more than an overused piece of clay.

 

Mindless and meaningless are words that best describe me

as they do this epithet that I lay before thee.

So burn it, trash it, discard it and then

confine me, imprison me and say Amen