Death Dances False

Oh Death! Miser of souls

You collect in ceaseless industry.

Not a moment’s idleness

Slows your harvest.

Always upon your steed

With your scythe ready

You approach all who call

To tempt Fate.

Too late to regret, they,

Upon seeing your visage

That harbinger of loss

Marker of doom

Maker of sorrow,

Fall in convulsive despair.

Your eternal grin defies

The lies of life

As you take the reaching hand

And lift the weeping soul

To your dance

Step, swirl, step

You move the putrid flesh

Every faster

Onward to oblivion

As the spirit anchored

Stays your partner

In this macabre spectacle.

You steal what is not yours Death!

You possess in that Dance

What belongs to an Eternity

Not yours.

Chasing the Fairy #13

Love is a putrid fruit

To the empty soul

That, dejected, weeps dry tears

And prays false prayers

To a deaf god.

Love is an illusion

To that intellect

That, arrogant, rejects all

That senses cannot account,

Substituting chemical interactions

For Love’s reactions.

Noble is the lost hero,

That rejects those that reject

The illusions they proclaim

And knows truth,

As wheat from chaff,

Worthy is the scholar

Possessing an agile mind

That does not stumble

Upon discoveries,

Made and unknown,

Who walks with faith

Upon infertile soil

That bears miraculous fruit.

Blessed is the lover,

That brave soul

Who is above all

Friend of hope,

Enabler of faith,

Light in the darkness.

Words on War

By: Gus Victoria 

War, the blood-sealed oath

Of a people to die,

Forsaken peace

To conquered smoke,

Captured in a memory,

Gone in an instant,

Remembered today,

Forgotten tomorrow,

Repeat the dance,

Death the partner

Leads ever faster

Despair and sorrow,

Gifts to the wedded pair,

Hope beaten,

A casualty of consequence,

A prisoner of circumstance,

The dagger buried

In a heart to the hilt

Is the only mercy promised,

Is the only release given,

Mars rules a vale of tears,

And shadows stalk,

Bridesmaids to Death,

Harbingers of Destruction,

Doubts fill the empty minds,

As they try

To remember a pastoral past,

A remnant of hope,

A sliver of peace.

Then the cannons roar

To quiet the rebel heart

Still whole,

The cries rise

Up through blackened skies

And no one pretends to hear,

We burn together,

We die alone.

War is our inheritance,

Death our birthright,

And Hope…

Hope is…?

Faith Undone

Faith Undone

No marker on the grave

Where buried is our faith,

No joy in the world

That we betrayed,

Blood flows freely

In ruinous rivers,

Irrigating nightmares,

Reaping a tragic harvest

Effortlessly achieved;

A birthright

Of the clever enemy

Humility left untouched

And compassion abandoned,

A gift

Evil hid in Glory’s cloak,

Death delivered by War’s hand

A gift we drank eagerly

And we proclaimed gratefully,

The thirst unquenched,

The cup poisoned,

Revenge and pride

Spilled ever more,

Until maddened we consumed

All we once were

And all we would ever be.

Hostage With Wings

I am a hostage of love

A willful prisoner

Bound in dreams

That with hope do sail

Far across the sea of time

And across space,

Meaningless beyond moments

Eternal as love blooms;

The flower unwilted,

Given to joy

At the precipice of tragedy,

Given wings by tenuous faith

That I may learn to fly

And then fear not the fall

That ever near,

May never come.