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The Light's Last Fading
It was a bright and sunny day
Til the light began to pass away
The sun, his journey complete,
Sinks into his nightly seat
The light grows dim and dark
As I watch the sun's last spark
How I hate the fading of the light
How I dread the coming of the night
My day has lasted 3 days, this is true
But the approach of the night has me so blue
I can feel the light passing away
I'm hoping it'll be there another day
It's yet there, though it has grown dim
Oh my sun, how I'll miss him
As always it does, the night approaches
And for me it always reproaches
I fear the night and what it will bring
I know that for joy I will never sing
As the light fades away so do I
I'm down off that emotional high
Down in the dumps I'm off of that top
It doesn't even help that I am a pop
Oh how I dread that light's last fading
It drains my soul, the darkness is shading
The Maelstrom
Gentle rain tip toes across the roof of the screenhouse
The peaceful sweep of the rocker back and forth
The cool touch of the mild air under a dim sky
Lush greenery of fresh spring growth surrounds all
Mild emanations of peace and calm and serenity
Flowing easily, gently insistent
Intent on on quieting the riotous roar
That is pitched far above an ear's range
On one side all is peaceful and relaxing
On the other nothing but jagged madness
The line between the two a malevolent tear in reality
Violent all out war waged across the frontier
The gentling force cannot penetrate the maelstrom
Fails to weaken the tornadic forces
Gives it's all and is viciously consumed
Torn asunder to feed the raging insanity
Arcing flashes of energy
Short circuit across the synapses
Flash burning the nerves themselves
Neural lightning powering the madness
Nothing can quiet raging storm
No measure of will power restore control
Nor any force bring forth order from the chaos
The madness is all, alpha and omega
Destiny not to be denied
Fate written at conception
The pit and the madness of hell
Too powerful to be mastered
Home for all the days remaining
The Man Who Lived In Layers
Once upon a time there was a man
who lived in layers.
The outer one most everyone saw.
Next the one only special people saw.
Inside that the one reserved
for true friends and family.
Beyond that the one he himself saw.
Each succeeding layer got darker and darker
Next the final layer, the one no one saw.
Not even he himself.
For the smell of decay and rot,
The palpable darkness
The intense evil kept anyone
from getting close enough to see.
Then the layers began to flake away
One by one they fell away to dust
And every one began to see deeper
Until one day the unthinkable happened
That evil, cold dark was revealed
And the man vanished,
never to be seen again.
The Maze
Wandering, lost in the endless maze
Fearing what in the next room lays
A son, a brother, a husband, a friend
A father, grandfather or maybe the end
Footsteps fill emptiness with hollow echoes
Icy cold darkness where not a candle glows
Stumbling onward for time without end
Ever fearing what lies around the next bend
Keenly aware of someone who must be found
Yet certain that he will never again be around
He ended in torment many years in the past
From existence he was by the beast outcast
Hopeless and forlorn him I know I'll not find
Lost anywhere in this lonely maze in my mind
The Night Is Dark And Full of Terrors
The night is dark and full of terrors
The most terrible are my own errors
Evil beasts feast upon brightest light
Birth icy hot tears that blot all sight
Tendrils buried deep in creviced mind
Rewire the ego leaving self maligned
Shadows need light for their production
Dark is eternal after the light's destruction
The Pane Of Glass That Separates
Outside the glass the bright light of day
Green leaves on trees in a gentle breeze sway
Flowers bathed in colors from the rainbow
So vivid and bright they're all aglow
Puffy white clouds dotting a cyan sky
Way up atop the world flying so high
People strolling, chatting, kids at play
Out there where life holds the night at bay
But it dare not try to penetrate the glass
Through the pane light dares not to pass
This side black darker then midnight holds sway
The cold chill of the grave over all does lay
Alone in the black one soul that's long dead
Longing for the peace of the six foot deep bed
Alone in agony. light and life is it's fear
From a lifeless eye burns tracks of one fat tear
When will it stop? Will it never, ever end?
Life out there never here, what does it portend?
The grave's siren call rings out and entices
It's lure stronger than all of life's vices
What is the purpose, reason or rhyme? What is the use?
To continue on this way, there's not one single excuse
The Passing Of The Light
The light it shines so bright and clear and then it fades away
It leaves behind the dark and pain that is here to stay
And with it's passing it has sucked all the life out of me
The dark is so compete and full that I can't even see
Everything once so beautiful and sharp has grown fuzzy and dim
I cry out to God for help but I've heard nothing from Him
The light has passed away to everlasting night
And left naught but pain, and nothing feels right
Oh but how I shall mourn the passing of the light
And how I regret the the continuing of the fight
It's time to surrender, to give up all that's dear
Forever and a day has ended, that is what I fear
July 7th the day it ended and the 8th the extra day
I never thought it could end, that is all I have to say
Woe to us all at the passing of the light
Woe to us all at the coming of the night
For the night holds naught but darkness and pain
It coats the land like a deep dark ugly stain
The light has ended, it's gone once and for all
Now naught but the darkness to hold me in thrall
Woe to all the land at the passing of the light
For all of us shall morn the victory of night
The Paths We Tread
We were separate and alone
Drifting, lost, windblown
Fading stars in the dawn
Magnetically together drawn
Circling round, drawing nearer
Hope rises and it grows clearer
Someone to share, to connect
United our lives can resurrect
Hearts pounding, we anticipate
Crushing loneliness will abate
Twisting fate throws us a curve
As between us both we observe
The paths we tread simply touch
Passing by while we may brush
But never do they intersect
Never will we ever connect
The Peace Of A Bee
Humanity is at the apex of evolution
A culmination, the truly final solution
Capable of surpassing physical limits
Scaling even the highest if summits
Answering questions of deepest physics
Defining solutions that defied specifics
Metaphysical and mystic realms we explored
Bursting all limits above all we soared
While the birds and bees merely survived
And for eons they went on and they thrived
Never giving pause to such deep set things
Focused only on lives bought with their wings
Shelter and food and reproduction their goal
For weightier matters they care not for a soul
No madness weighs down their busy lives
Depression never locks them into their hives
Neither BPD nor PTSD locks them in stasis
Or keeps them from going through life's paces
Despair, despite, loneliness are not issues
Never must they wipe away tears with tissues
Self harm and suicide are not found in their being
For the wonders of the world they eternally are seeing
So tell me now who is really at evolution's crest?
Are humans really the result of nature's best?
What cost to us to arrive at the top of the tree?
When not one human can embrace the peace of a bee?
The Pit
The pit is so lonely, dark and cold
Saps my will and strength, makes me old
It grabs me and drags like an undertow
Down towards the hellfire far below
Shreds heart, mind and soul for it's dinner
As mortifications of the spirit for a sinner
Torturer's rack in a dungeon cannot compare
When the pit supersizes the crushing despair
If home is wherever you hang up your hat
Then the pit is my home and that's a fact
Four decades ago it first gained a hold
All time since then a nightmare to be told
While hiding in the shadows of midnight
All spirits quaking overpowered by fright
The Real, True Power
Shut up in my tiny little room
Behind a locked door
All lights turned off
With only the glow of this screen
The silence so loud it draws blood from my ears
The darkness has the mass of a black hole
And sucks me in, shredding every particle
Past the event horizon, never to return
Alone seeps outward through pores
Filling space all around like plasma
On the inside it is born
Yet if fills reality to overflowing
Out of darkness we are born
Into darkness we pass in death
In darkness I exist, never live
Darkness.... a true friend that never leaves
Icy cold and evil, composed of self despite
Contagion, true poison, bearing destruction
Out of the dark, through the dark, into the dark
The dark is the true power behind everything
Never needing exertion to promulgate
Simply needs be to lie back and wait
For the light to exhaust itself
The Redoubt
Move back behind the walls
Where no one ever calls
And no teardrop ever falls
Never a part of this world
In the corner I am curled
Shadows all around me swirled
Fortifications ever battered
As if I've ever mattered
Inside them all is shattered
Stout door closed behind a veil
Poised to repel any who assail
Lest they hear me when I wail
Never more assault this redoubt
Where all the world is shut out
And hope's scarcity rings out
The Shadows Have Voices
The shadows have voices
They're bone chillingly cold
They restrict all the choices
Until death comes as foretold
The shadows pulsate with lust
Eager to cause shrieks of pain
To crush every soul into dust
Until tears fall down like the rain
The shadows are voracious
Ravenous to annihilate the light
In their hunger so predaceous
Wantonly pressing onward the fight
The shadows inevitably will win
For when light's fuel is devoured
Life's last hope they will do in
Darkness eternally empowered
The Return Of The Light
No more darkness, no more pain
Feeling better once again
No longer empty, no longer sad
Smiles are back, life's not so bad
Hope has returned and with it the light
I think that I shall continue to fight
The battle's not over, the war's not won
It goes on forever, it's never done
But it bothers me not, I am prepared
To fight on no matter how I've fared
Death's not an option, I shall not quit
Regardless of what it takes to fight it
The light has returned, ever so bright
And with it I feel always so right
Thank You my God is what I cry out
To Him as ever, Lord hear my shout
Lord for this day I thank You
And for the light I thank you too
Your love I feel enfolding me true
And I'm not feeling nearly so blue
Truly this is a rare moment in time
The peace that I feel I shall make mine
For the light is back and though it not stay
It is here to bless me as ever this day
The Storm
Roiling, dark storm clouds
Twisting and piling high
Oozing malevolent violence
Jagged sharp cracks of lightning
Merciless tears in reality's fabric
Remorselessly shredding the aether
Deafening aerial detonations
Hideous monstrous beastial roars
Pounding pulses in endless echoes
A raging torrent pouring down
The very air itself liquified
Whipped cruelly by tornadic winds
Metaphysical manifestations
Purest evil, anti life
Death incarnate come to destroy
Beat down upon a vast gray plain
Tortured and drowned, near destroyed
Yet in the center a single tree
A lonely tree, no life surrounds
Dead branches nearly torn asunder
Bowed by the evil monstrous force
But steadfastly refusing to quit
For way up atop the highest branch
One vibrant green leaf refuses to die
Confident and sure that despite the storm
The evil cannot win nor last forever
For the sun will rise again on the morrow
The Story The Bards Do Tell
Round and round and round she goes
and where she stops only the beastie knows!
When Ahab spied the great white whale
He gave out with a bellow 'Thar she blows!
'
Into the depths, deep, dark, icy and cold
Then up like a shot the legends have told
Testing their strength and determination
'Dare you stop me now? Are you so bold? '
Till Ahab's arm beckoned forward and back
Calling all of the crew to keep up the attack
Then turned the great beast to point at the ship
Driving inward to shatter the tiny craft's back
Down to Davy Jones' locker all of them fell
The first steps off their journey into hell
Leaving widows and children behind to sob
Forever more their story the bards do tell
The Sun Peaks Out
The sun peaks sheepishly out
To my face it brings smiles
Without any trace of a doubt
Yesterday was so gloomy and dark
It killed my heart and my spirit
Every single tiny little spark
But here today the sun does shine
Weak little rays it is true but
I'll gather them to me, make them mine
In the sun I want to run and play
Live all the good things it does bring