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A Sacrifice To Be Made

A sacrifice to be made
Not to a god, but a state of mind

My mind however is still tangled
In the moment, each moment
What the eye sees and the ear hears
Is what makes that eye my “I”

There are things in life that meant to be tangled
My mind screams “I am not those things!”
The hypocrisy! I know it loves spaghetti
Because I do too 

I love spaghetti, scrambled eggs and wings
All of which are messy
Messy is good, so why do I want to change?
Have to change
Must change
Lest I’m consumed by what my ancestors feared most

A thousand, nay a million! A billion! A trillion voices 
That scream in unison
“Hark, hark son of man! embrace the entropic screech of the cosmic lands.”

And then there was light.

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They Stole Your Light

They stole your light
The fire that you worked so hard to attain
Now lies in the hands of greed.

Your sacrifice lives on,
A testament to the ability that my kind can twist;
Even the holiest of holies.

They call it civility.
Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs
Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself.

Their intention is “pure”
Unbiased! It chips away everyday at your soul
When science calls, ready an offering from your flesh
It feeds until you are reduced to (nothing).

They stole your light, son of Iaptus
Prometheus, they worshiped that ember and fed it
Now your fire consumes us all
Like a dying sun that won't set until it eats itself.

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Happy Sad

To pass a message?

If I may address it with my limited language.

I want you to tell him

I am here to talk to him if he ever wanted to talk

Tell him: we don’t need to do this alone

And that if whatever they said was true,

We are born in his image.

Tell him I know he is sad, I know I am

I am happy; sad

Contempt that I feel that way

Tell him: thank you for the colors & the music

It helps a lot, no one wants to eat bland food

A little spice helps along the way

Tell him: I miss my dad & I hope you’re keeping him company.

I know he likes to share his wisdom around,

Must be lonely when everyone is happy; sad

Tell him: I hope things will be better.

For me and him alike

I know january for him was a hard month

Tell him he doesn't need to sulk around.

I know that he’s as kind as he’s cruel

Tell him: life is not black & white.

Blue doesn't need to be a sad color.

Tell him to add more words into the dictionary

If he ever wants to express how he feels

I am here to listen

We don’t have to do this alone.

Tell him that I love him. Her. It.

Tell him that I miss him.

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I Have Killed Them

There are no suns in my world

I have killed them

No rays of light, no dogma insight

I have killed those as well



I’ve embraced the night

Prettier than my sun, this glimmering starlight

And yes, I do sense the hypocrisy

In my core

Cathedral walls with bright stone

Stained glass and a golden cup

To atone for sins

Of humanity’s past, you see

There are no messiahs in my world

I've killed those as well



I had a home and a name

To inherit what is mine

A throne of the dead

And a crown too heavy for my light head



There are no suns, no light to be shed

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Martyrum, Martyrum

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, my suffering had a higher meaning.
The war that I’ve witnessed had a lesson,
It had to mean something…

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, it was meant to be 
For the young me to know what adults do at night…
Unwillingly

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, I was meant to learn something from his death…
A lesson for the ages? Nothing good lasts forever?
I still search for the meaning, no answer.

Martyrum, martyrum
I loved her so much 
but couldn't give her what she deserved
So I let go of what my heart couldn’t afford

Martyrum, martyrum
I still dream about my friends
Even when I was the one who ignored them
Shame is all that i have for them

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely there is something to gain from all of this
A beautiful place, wisdom, perhaps grace?
My suffering is noble. It has to be. It must be…?