~{[ Red Havoc 2:16 ]}~

Impaired. He cannot cry.

2008-08-07T23:45:00.000-07:00

Sidewalker

These words thus flow
For my feet no longer know
Where they need to go

Though my eyes are dry
But my heart needs must cry

I rode a steed named Adrenaline
I swung a sword named Morphine
My shadow to my left
An Angel to my right

Her name is Nadiah
It is a whisper in my ears
When I close my eyes
It is my prayer

Her radiant smile
Noble light
Sweet delight
Our affections shared
For five and thirty nights

She was of the moon's crescent
I seek a cross to ascent

Lovers we were
Lovers nevermore

I rode on, a ghost
My Angel, my heart bereft
My prayer, lost

I still smile
It is my strength
To outlast
This long and bitter mile

Farewell my lover
At journey's end
Will I see you there
My friend?

"He was amused."

2007-10-15T21:55:00.000-07:00

Patron

Out of my mind
I stumbled blind

Then a voice said

"This way."

And it led me from my dismay.

I asked to the dark

Who are you?

For some time
There was no sound
No answer found

Then I start

For here I come
Face to face
With my very own face
Myself, whom matched me
Pace for pace

And he said

"I, am the swordsman."

OK.

Lead on.

Where is my poet?

"I and he are one and the same."

Long Live The Queen

2007-05-03T01:02:00.000-07:00

Letters To The Queen

A poet rode
As letters he wrote
Letters to the Queen
Her regal Majesty

His tongue was tied
As though his heart had died
Then alone in the woods,

he was spied

Swords were ready to be dyed

Though it be most dire and grave
He spurred his horse on to be brave
But there were too many,

many a knave

Though yet spared an early grave
He had a thought:

The letters to his beloved Queen

Mirth stole the moment
Before the moment stole the mirth

Senseless writing
Letters to no one
He was all alone
And no one will read

His sanity scattered
And he had a thought:

The letters to my Queen

If I be bloody, dead, and gone
Perhaps then, you will have a chance

~Shadows of the Crows~

2006-12-03T00:18:00.000-08:00

I was great. I was brilliant. Now I am thrown down, lying broken upon the ground, gurgling in my own blood. The sky is so clear and bright...... An azure tapestry sewn with cotten shapes of white. I cannot move but choke and cough. The crows will come for me soon. Their harsh croaks will tear at my sanity as their beaks peck out my eyes and feast upon my entrails.

Argh! The pain!

I glance to my left. The arm that grew there, that strumed and clapped, was taken from me. Just after my shoulder joint. I traded it for the life of the man responsible. Considering what he did to me, he was great too. I continue to watch as the crimson rivers of life abandon me.

I do solemnly swear upon my life and honour, and in free and voluntary desire, to serve my land and lord as a knight and emissionary. I swear to be both a true and chivalric knight, to obey my calling, my King, and to aid my fellow men, and upon death and eternal damnation should I sunder this vow. I also swear by all that I hold sacred and dear, to aid those less fortunate then I, to relieve the distress of the world and to fulfill my knightly obligations. To be without fear in the face of my enemies. To speak no more and no less than the truth, always, even if it leads to my death. To safeguard the helpless and do no wrong. This, I commit by my own free and independent will, and so it shall be.

That was my oath.

That was when I stood tall and proud, unbroken, bearing the standard of my clan.

The sky......

It is darkening.

The shadows are coming, coming for me.

The winged shadows of the crows.

Where's the proof?

2006-11-14T21:28:00.000-08:00

The Witch Hunt

Hiding behind a pillar
You call me a liar
And burn me upon a pyre.

But I am not a witch
Just because you say that I am.

With hungry hands you tie me down
Send me for the slaughter out side town

For each mob that has judged
For every mouth that has damned
For all the thumbs down-turned

Countless times I might have died

Had their words rang true

Not so bold as to say
I fear not the trial by fire ---

I dare you to walk me through the flames.

P. S. And you ain't worth 30 words that rhyme

The Auditor

2006-11-10T01:13:00.000-08:00

The Open Secrets Act

Her eyes drown me in a hazel sea
Deep brown stealing my soul --- oh, gee
Desire played on a key of G

Distinction
Explosion ---
Base emotion spurning all notion

Painted wings and blooming scarlet
Butterfly and rose in a barren desert
Tell me, how to keep an open secret?

Lost obliqueness is no loss
I'd gladly smile and pay the cost
Salt and consequence over my shoulder toss

Dusty boots tap a dance
Daring toes walk upon a fence
Contemplating a leap of chance

With what's left of life in a sack
I push me off the edge of a crack
And pray that angels catch my back

~Unplugged.~

2006-10-13T01:37:00.000-07:00

"...... When I see you cry, yeah, it makes me smile, yeah, it makes me smile."

A solitary form stirs, emerging listlessly from its cocoon of bed sheets, as the evening sun melted into its last orange hues. Sitting up, dark eyes flitted about the dark confines of the cluttered bed room. A fallen lamp flickers, rolling slightly. Shaking the last vestiges of sleep from its raven curls, its pale hand reached for the plate of half-eaten pizza on the floor beside the crinkled mattress.

"Uh, breakfast ......"

Unbuckled boots shuffled across the unkempt floor to an antique mirrored dresser. Deft strokes with an eye-liner had the pale [natural, unpowdered] face gouged with dark streaks; it was ritualistic --- much similar to the traditional Red-Indian tribes whom colored their faces for battle. Thin lips stretched with black lip-stick smiled, a visage of death painted ready for war; a war with conventional society. Full of normal people like you and me, and hidden daggers behind every smile.

A shirt is pulled on [black, of course], shrouding the slim torso.

"...... See you messed up my mental health; I was quite unwell."

'Click!'

Unplugged.

Fingers closed about a guitar, and a door slams locked behind a bellowing jacket. A window is opened, leathered legs and unstrapped heels vaulting out into the dusk. It was symbolic. Emergence. Escape from a claustrophobic shelter. Walking down a street of unfriendly stares and frightened bawling monsters [little children].Atop the tallest apartment in the precinct, sound systems and amplifiers rigged by fervent hands with black nail polish blared their loudest; the treble and bass both toggled at maximum.

This is the good Shire
There is no place for desire

There is no oppression
Only closed repression

Here
Justice brings recrimination
And solemn discrimination

There is no Ku Klux Klan
Only Black, White, Mundgen and bland

This is the good Shire
They call New York City.

A fire-access door is kicked open, ruining its hinges even further. Burly men with eclectic hair-dos, nose studs, wielding bike chains and crow bars, crashed the live performance. The one with the entire left side of his face pin-cushioned in silver shouted.

"I thought we told you before, keep your bloody opinions up your own tight ass, because nobody actually gives a flying fuck about them? Let's educate the squealer on the consequences of noise pollution, boys."

Pin-head got no further than 2 steps forward when the edge of an electric guitar dislocated the right side of his jowls, the emblazoned skull and crossbones motif smiling gleefully. A strangled howl issued from the floor. Several faces growled, feet advancing, but a lashing cable held back the teeth. The remaining 3 men fanned out, trying to seek an advantage by surrounding the lone figure.

"Come and get it one on one, if you have the balls."

"Hah! We fight to win, and if we can't win one on one, we will win with numbers. And we have 3 of us, which gives us more balls than you'll ever have, unless you can't count how many testicles you were born with, freak."

"I never knew you people were actually literate enough to be educated. Freak? Yeah, I'm one. It means being different --- from people like you. It's a plus, trust me."

"You fucking think you're that great, huh? You ain't nothin', pussy."

"Yeah, I'm something better than the shit that stinks the roof now."

The knuckle-duster came fast --- the guitar was faster, PVC strap trapping the arm before it ever got close. The man was reeled in like a fish on a hook, a hob-nailed boot kicking up between his legs. He went down, mewling, clutching a split scrotum. The other two, seizing the opportunity, grabbed onto the gangly arms, pulling fistfuls of hair.

Struggling to avoid the crow bar and cosh, the knees inevitably came through, jamming up the abdomen. Staggering, arms freed themselves by slipping out of the oversized jacket, and feet kicked out, driving one brute backwards, back through the fire-access. Strained cries of pain followed every bump down the stairs, which ended with a loud crunch.

The crow bar missed by a hair's breath [literally], landing where the back of a head had been a split second before. Retrieving the dropped guitar, an uppercut snapped a cracked chin backwards. Before the thug [now on all fours] recovered, the guitar dived down, driving his lower spine unto the concrete. He tried to get up, but the next blow thudded between his hackles, beating him down again like an animal. And it was a while before the punishment ceased.

Shattered bones splintered through every joint of each limp limb. An unstrapped boot, hungry for more, stepped slowly, purposefully, upon the man's broken fingers. A harsh scream of torment sent the nearby birds from their perch into the skies.

The exit from the building was welcomed by a cage of car sirens and uniformed personnel. The skull leered in satisfaction, mouth full of sweet red sauce.

"Drop your weapon and put your hands up, fuck-face, or it's gonna get uglier. You're now under arrest on accounts of brutal assault on law-abiding citizens of the state, and, creating a scene."

It raised the guitar, the skull grinning in defiance. Shinny badges and truncheons closed in, outraged that the little prick that disrupted their coffee-and-donut break dared to resist captivity. It would have to be done the hard way then. A T-baton bashed through the fingerboard, caving in the last line of defense. A rain of sticks followed.

Cold steel cuffs grasped broken wrists together. A bruised shoulder is pressed hard into the road, bitumen matching the eye-liner upon the mis-shapened cheek bone. A tattooed arm wiped the wet truncheon upon the torn leather jacket.

A familiar face came into focus momentarily.

"We told you to keep your fucking opinions to yourself, bitch."

And the world went dark.

The Importance

2006-09-22T23:25:00.000-07:00

The White Light

To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white

Fading, glory revealing ---

Dawning shafts of Heaven
Through leaves overhead descend

Flowers, fruits and ripe clearings
The flutter of feathered wings
Dandelions away in the wind

A heath, a blooming garden
Secret, locked away in my heart

A whisper: "The key is in the Light"

Out of a door in a picture
A cottage over the meadows
Where the rainbow ever grows

Somewhere only the birds know
And where the bees make sweet dreams

To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white

And the morning caught me,
Carried me away in the wind

In the softness of a lullaby
The blissful sleep of a baby

Blossoms crowning her golden tresses
Bare feet dancing beneath a lily dress
A singing flute upon her girlish lips

The sound of felicity
Flowing like a river
Rising into the high sky

To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white

A hum, hmm-mm, of leaves of memory
Twirling, dancing brown on a breeze

The smile of a friend, brother, sister
The radiant face of a lover

An aging Mother's coughing wheeze

My heart is asunder

To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white

And I am cast away, far, faraway

In the glint of sword steel
Come hither to my eyes, under sunshine light.

Underwater

2006-08-23T22:54:00.000-07:00

Atlantic

I cannot recall exactly when
There began a fissure from within
The hollow of my breast

Removable, misplacable;

A detached missing piece
That stole away my peace

I, the reef-stricken ship
Iron ribs sinking swift, sinking deep

Drowning in a sea of endless blue
'Tis the end of the quest for 'you'?

As the waves claim the eagle's nest
My sailing flag tears free ---
Pride, determined to catch the breeze
Over the skies of a scarlet horizon

This relentless restlessness
Plunging, ploughing me
Under an ocean of madness

Who will rescue me from such
Who will find me, take me home
Take me higher, higher, and higher?

Who will save me from the bonds of freedom?

My Bonnie lies over the ocean

My Bonnie lies over the sea

My Bonnie lies over the ocean

Oh, bring back my bonnie to me

Bring back, oh, bring back,

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me

Oh, bring back, oh bring back

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

Good ale in my left hand
The other hefting a shinning brand

Dreadlocks in the on-rushing wind

[Porta di Ferro mezano]

Salute!

[Dente di Chingiale]

Steps off the board.

~Daughter Of Elysium~

2006-08-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

Valkyrie

2006-07-22T01:19:00.000-07:00

The Warmachine

Iron maiden of blind justice
In your many arms you wield
Well-worn tools of the battlefield

With these remorseless pieces of metal
Such a poor chooser of the slain you make

With gauntlets of hatred you pummel the meek
With iron heels you trample upon the weak

Masked under the cold steel guise of humanity
Your proud banner is but a standard of chaos
The iron folds of your garb pull apart revealing
Naught but venom cradled at your breast

And a cavity where a heart ought to be

Envy, lust, and avarice fuel your engines
To keep you coming on the long busy nights
And you soar upon ego-borne zeppelins
Rage and passion thrusting your flights

Fickle triumphs tryst your many fights

You make glory and heroes of thugs
Violent men who worship your ways

With the sacrifices of women and children

As the wheels of factions churn and rile
Loveless gears crushing flesh and bone
Like grinding teeth of metal and stone

Steel pressing the blood of innocent grapes

Your consorts are armed for peace
And they skirmish in the name of harmony
Iron gripped in the fiendish grasp of irony

With the big fat backstabbing smiles
That even Time seems to be unable to wipe away

You who are cunning past man's thought
And the pious unfortunates snared in your sway
Are full of blessings when you are riggish
Caught in your multiple-layered webs of deceit

You make a fool of everyone
Then make them lose all that was won
And they are washed away in the tears of mercy

[Background noises: "Parlay?" and "Truce?"]

Under wings that eclipse the brightest sunshine
You shelter people ugly, malicious, and vain
Your every smile cloaks a curved wicked blade

You are wild and thoughtlessly ruthless
But a puppet upon the chains of politics
A fool cast in the grand theatre of war

Yet I can but only sing of your unpunished deeds

Oh, good Sympathy, where have you flown off to?

We WILL reform this land with fire. Burn!

2006-07-07T00:00:00.000-07:00

Guns And Roses

Should the meek suffer
The whims of the strong
When each are part,
Parcel of the same living throng

Should desire be indulged
As needs of the flesh
When food and wine
Are all we need to dine

All we need to dine
To live just dandy and fine

But ---

To covert!
To lust!
To rape!
To envy!
To steal!
To rob!
To murder!
To dominate!
To oppress!

Destroy your own lives and marriages!
Mangle the wives and children of others!
To become swine in your gluttony and sloth!
To be bestial in your sex and perversions!

Hail ye, oh, man!
Builder of thy own pyre!
I bring the following lyre!
To serenade thy fitting demise!
To hasten and scorn thy screams
When ye made so many others scream
Scream, scream, scream, and scream!

Damn your incumbent stately laggots!
The foolish encumbent old faggots!
Sleep, while hosts lie homeless!
Sleep, while the children shiver!
Sleep, while the women weep!
Fie! Shame, shame, shame, shame!

The honoured Kings turn in their graves

Oh, wielders of guns and roses
We will reform this land with fire.

Head On Fire

2006-07-01T02:16:00.000-07:00

Rip Roar

With all the love that is left inside me

I'm kicking out my dignity
Wearing down and out of order
And impatience spurns my integrity

The fastest hands
The swiftest blades
The quickest guns

Lock, stock, and 2 smoking barrels

Have taught me how to survive
The jeopardy of this forsaken hive

Have all left me the last one standing

But now my skull is set afire
My blood is burning high on desire

Steel lashing down this city street

I say, "Hullo", to this pretty stranger
Ask her if she wants to fly
Now I'm riding down the valley of danger

Chained down to the wheels of fire
I see scarlet flying in the air
I smell roses crimson in your hair

And I fall down kneeling on my knees
And ask to receive some saving grace

And I take the last ride out into the night

To Oblivion......

2006-06-27T00:38:00.000-07:00

Night Road

All along......

I was falling in my mind
Down staircases that wind
Off the road of the blind

On failing crimson wings
Flailing broken in the wind

I cough, gasp......

My blood is writhing with death
A reaping scythe across my breath

I cannot fight the enemy that is within
The red ants eating me away insideout
A seething hive filling holes that were my eyes
Mandibles closing, melding into dispassion

The devil's fancy courtroom mask

I wear......

My father's once honored face
Smudged away; leaving only a blank surface
Faded lines I can no longer remember

My eyes are the color of blood
They cry the tears of a clown
My hair is silver before its time

This is for those who failed their fathers
For those who tried but can walk no further
As the miles have begun to stretch longer

For my beloved......

Though you are there without me
Shed no tears in Heaven
May that I still hear your sweet singing
Along the paths of perdition

When I smell the roses upon the headstones
May I think about the scarlet of your hair
And be happy wherever I be

On the morrow, I will face the last stairway
Kiss my children good bye for me, merci.

Boys And Toys

2006-03-18T03:10:00.000-08:00

The Wooden Sword

As I sit amidst a field of paper and words
My eyes stare out from a sea of swords

Yet how can I stand tall head to head
How can I stand up shoulder to shoulder
With the countless living and the dead
With those who stood firm to defy

To talk out loud
To walk so tall
When I am little, meek and small

To run together side by side
With the many great in a charging tide
When the helms of faction fiercely collide

When the impact would send me reeling
That I am thrown down to the ground
Trampled upon like a stray fallen child

A wounded warrior bleeds
But he would stand his ground
The beaten child weeps instead

Would the honest cry of pain
Become the howl of battle fury
Driving back the foes that surround

A stick gashes the ground, rising dust
A blade draws a line between loyalties

Where can I stand amongst the brave
Amongst the countless living and dead
A runt amongst the titans of legend

Fables of battle and courage sing to my ears

As I sit amidst a field of paper and words
My eyes stare out from a sea of swords

The one I really wish to strike down
Is that weak hapless child
To finally bleed and no longer weep
To have the man within finally stand
With a blade poised to finally cut

But I am just a little boy with a wooden sword

Rust In Piece

2006-03-09T01:16:00.000-08:00

The Curse Of The Silent

The air is dead

No tunes
No melody

The strings lay idle
And the bard lazes

Reeds are grown
Yet never blown

Will silence cry
Of a song unsung

Eyes are vacant
Unseeing

When the verses are gone
Words weathered off the stone
And fingerboards no longer strum

As the streams stop flowing
Faces in the crowd stop glowing
Hence the world is deafened

Once soulful keys l-l-l-l-l Weary and rust

The mind reduced to crawling
It no longer soars the skies
The faraway skies of imagination

Between deafness and sound devoid
Our ears are unsure which

Melancholy
Malady

"It's hammer time!"

2006-03-09T00:17:00.000-08:00

Father's Anvil - Steel Back

The stripes upon my back
They make me a better man
Every lash, every slash
Told me never again to slack

A thud across my shoulders
A ring throughout my soul
Every lash, every slash

The ring of metal on metal
The ring of mettle on mettle
Of the father's hammer
Against the anvil of my back

It is but the forging of spirit
The hardening of steel
The tears into shards
The making of a man

The making of a better man

From the hilt of my shin
To the edge of my chin

My heart is drawn across
Over the rack of my back
Stretched out thin like hard tack
Heat, beat, heat and beat

But no edge is finer
No edge more wield-worthy
Than the father's hammer

Take your hand off my back
If you wish it remain attached
It is my father's anvil

Ban List On: No F-ing Leavers

2006-02-27T03:13:00.000-08:00

Throne Down: The Last Honor

This is the last time together we stand
Brother to Brother, hand in hand
As the sun sets upon the wall

Though 'tis our dynasty's end
This is no time for our backs to bend
But to set our visage against destiny's sent

Against the choosers of the slain

Let them fall the ancient throne
For 'tis naught but a mundane chair
If we remain faithful, true as one

We need no standard
Nor a mourning bard
Glory herself sings our honor high

Well fought, my Brother
Does me proud to charge with thee
Unto life and toward death in glee

Together we run the fields of Elysium

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2006-02-26T03:08:00.000-08:00

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Crescent Void

2006-01-31T01:23:00.000-08:00

Shannon's Moon

Not one note was heard
Not a single tune sung
A silent harp mislaid
Heart strings left unstrung

Not a star was shot
Not a reason was given
They were left shinning
By the bow left unstrung

Not another word was said
Not a moment was spared
Pale lips that would not move
A broken smile so far away

Not a lamp lit my path
Not a flame shone like you
A thousand stars fill my sky
Yet not one was lucent

A thousand stars fill my sky
But without you in my night
I'm still alone out there

Regret In Sydney [A Beautiful Memory]

2005-12-23T01:32:00.000-08:00

Daughter Of Elysium

She who is pure without malice
She who bears the waiting chalice
That will quench and feed my fire

The one that will soothe my blade
Who beckons me through her glade
Where she leads me in a trance
Enthralled by her dance

The tristan shards are cast from my chest
As I finally embrace and kiss her breast
And lay down my head on her lap to rest

She who will hold me as I sleep
With a whispering song upon her lips
That I am forever hers to keep
And she dries up all of my tears
Upon her veil of virgin tresses

Yet her face from my eyes is hidden
The last memory of this sweet maiden
Is her long garden dress of chastity
Flowing green surrounding evening star

She stood smiling in the chapel that day

Hamartia

2005-10-28T00:32:00.000-07:00

Ave Gloria

As the rest of the world recedes
Like an evanescent seed

As a trillion eyes watch
As I burn in vivid glory
Before I simply fade away

A searing star in sky-piercing ascent
Lightning bolt in reverse descend

Outshining a thousand other suns
Burning away the darkness
Scorching the grasping hands

A blazing Tower of Babel

[I burst before I reach Heaven]

Leaving behind a constellation of fire

It Was 05:00AM

2005-10-20T05:00:00.000-07:00

Enchanted

I woke with a start

From slumber's trance
As the shadows dance
By a window right
Under the grey twilight
With tears in my eyes
Shining in the night

A half forgotten song
A half remembered voice
Something so familiar and dear
Yet I somehow cannot recall

Elven singing of a wordless song

As it resonated
Through my aching heart

My breathing was shallow and hard

While I was seething
It was soothing

So beautifully touching
So touchingly haunting
So hauntingly beautiful

As I laid still

A fleeting waking dream
That my mind failed to grasp
Of which my soul yearned to be part

My hand reached out to an empty dark

Red Havoc 2:16

2005-10-09T22:54:00.000-07:00

Lachdanan Aventail

2005-09-27T02:09:00.000-07:00

Veil Of Steel

I was once Lachdanan
I served a good king
Leoric was his name
And great was his fame

Under his banner I fought
Thus was my honour bought
By sword and valour in crusade

For love of Tristram by the glade

But a curse was laid upon us
And souls of men fell in shadow
Enchanted by fey arcane desires
Death and fire came upon the shire

I fought to prevail
Sought aid to no avail
I too succumbed to the devilry
My liege driven to ague and madness

I hide behind the veil of skin
That was once a hero's face
But now a mask of pallid disgrace
And continue to stalk the shadows

Seeking golden salvation or an end...
I now lay my blade to wait.

Nature Plea

2005-09-23T01:40:00.000-07:00

The Lost Page

This is my nature
This is my nature to be
This is my nature to be me

All these years I stumbled and bled
Because I would not suffer to be led

I cannot save me
All I can do is but stray
I just cannot break away
I just cannot walk the steps
I just cannot follow the line

Lashed to the rest of all of me
The sword grows heavy in my hand
The sword grows heavy in my heart

My blade can be broken but not cast away
The dull shard of a maimed brilliance

Where ancient dragon roars

I followed only my heart
Down a road in wilderness
Through a vale of darkness
Where I lost the anchor
That keeps all of me
From falling away

I failed to be who I needed to be
Because I cannot fail to be me

Rest In Pieces

2005-09-10T20:51:00.000-07:00

Endless Rush

The police told you to get down
Your mother told you to get down
And you did ---
Off the other side of the ledge
Right over the edge

You always said
"Never go bungee jumping without a rope."
You just did it, Nike style

A broken heart can't be that bad
Maybe just a little tad
But your heart already died
The moment she left you for Dick
That day you answered the phone
The second she hung up
You just went down

Why are you rushing down?
Where do you think you are going now?
Are you killing the pain or is it killing you?

Do you still love fast thrills
Now that you accelerate at that rate
Down away from cruel fate?

It seemed ages since you hit the pavement
But why do you still feel no conclusion?
Your fingers were long dead cold
But why do you feel like burning?

Your soul fell past that explosion
Flesh and bone in bloody motion
You have just begun the transition
Hurtling through the endless stratosphere of hell
Eversince the time you fell
Off the edge and into the fire

You will never stop falling since you jumped
God told you to get down.

A World Of Hate

2005-09-05T02:28:00.000-07:00

Sum Of Fury

Equating pain and strife
The subtraction of trust
Multiplied by betrayal

Factor X malice
Substituted by Y units of envy
The subtraction of trust
Multiplied by betrayal
Plus 10 long years
Measured in bitterness
Calculated in darkness
= Negative equity

I follow my balance sheet
Searching for some restitution
Written down on my constitution

Savage formulas cross my head
As I strike out the names in red
Graphing up the sumation of hate
Matching the figures that twist my fate

But I'm just a fraction of a greater hate
The world does naught but spill its own tears

Where the fathers beat their brats with broken chairs
Where the brats chase girls and dogs to pull their hairs
Where girls execute their dolls and dogs grind bones
Where old housewives throw sticks and stones
At Blacks and Jacks who beg for alms and scones

Spook

2005-09-03T02:25:00.000-07:00

Whuthering Heights For Sale

There's a face in the mist in the cold dark night
And the fluttering of tattered pieces of a soul in the wind
And the sound of little piano keys playing in the mind
And a crescent dagger shinning from under a dark shroud
But it's just the moon smiling underneath a cloud

There's a howl in the air like insane spirits rushing off a cliff
Like a swift black cart drawn by four nightmares
Or a sudden speeding freight train shrieking ablaze

Where are you my one and only dearest true love
Where are you hiding like a meek and gentle little dove
Are you still out there singing dancing crying in the rain
Running without your shoes somewhere on the moors

There's sweet Catherine Earnshaw singing her heathen song

Tou Shin ~ Katana

2005-08-18T01:41:00.000-07:00

Heart Of Sword

Test the hand
Time to stand
Stand and fight
To set a wrong
Back to right

Thus beaten from the anvil of spirit
From the hammer and the forge
Comes a bright broken shard
A piece struck off my heart
A piece of shattered ice

Steel tempered defiant
Made hardened adamant

A piece of my soul frozen over in time
While reality still ticks and chimes
A shaft of me finally battered free
To release the rest of all of me

From all the binding years
Against the flow of tears
That shall no longer
Wash me off away
In its rain of pain

Now and then
I shall stand
Fighting
Just for
Me

A Broken Token

2005-08-03T03:31:00.000-07:00

Monument Of Destruction

That used to be the ivory tower

The Aftermath:

Taken apart what once stood tall
Broken down and allowed to fall
Perfectly fine just would not do

It had to be broken and torn down
It needs to be broken so it can work

[Like your ripped jeans and piercings]

So that was what exactly happened
Now all that is left is a broken shard
A relic of ruin standing all alone
Headstone for the singing dead
Atlas holding up a world of pain

An accusing arrow at the heavens
The last piece that would not fall
The unyielding finger to transgression

My sad and beautiful wretched colossus

Psychomachia

2005-07-25T02:49:00.000-07:00

Temple Of The Rising Dust

Listen to the many wings
Flapping in the sky of the mind

They are the Angels in sweet euphony
They speak all the tongues of Babel
With voices that shaketh the Earth
And whispers that drive men doth insane

The Dark rages in an endless cacophony
A mad mind-piercing dragonish roar
Chanting a thousand chaotic tongues
Swaying the rising forming dust to fail

This is the Temple of the rising dust
Deep within the druming beating bust
Where the Words are flying all around
Like shards of a blade singing in a wound

2005-07-15T03:26:00.000-07:00

"If you can write, let your pen speak. If you have darts in your heart, throw out your words."

~Havoc~

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night ~ Without You

2005-07-15T03:20:00.000-07:00

A Sky Of Tears

No matter how hard I can try
I cannot show you when I cry
My tears are falling from the sky

And my hopes fly beyond the tears
With nothing to pull back all my fears
It is like a dark heaven without any stars

I'm just a fool whose dreams have fallen apart
And the pieces rain down like piercing shards
Because you are not there to shelter my heart

I tried so hard to sing you that song
But I found that it just turned out wrong

As I fell from the edge with my broken wings

Itch

2005-07-06T03:24:00.000-07:00

Wings In The Night

In the slumberance of the night
After the passing of the light
I spread my wings in flight

Sweet Gabrielle, sweet delight
Ever so pleasing to the sight
True blue eyes that look so right
Why do you look so uptight?

Sleep evades her at twelve midnight
Dreamless while trying as she might

I take her at the neck
Take her gently slowly, drinking
Drinking of a life that is shrinking
Sending her to bed just a little paler
Suckling her to sleep a little fairer

I fly away, a mosquito in the night.

There Were Times Of Valour

2005-07-03T03:02:00.000-07:00

Arthur's Theme

The old legends are here to stay
They were never ever meant to fade away
Though kingdoms fall and mountains sway
There will always be a yesterday
Sing, sang, sung in many a lay

There were times of ardour
When great men of valour
Still fought in honour

They spoke no more no less than the truth
Even though they might be taken by death
They sought after peace for the land
But never failed to give an aiding hand
For the hapless and the meek
To raise for justice targe and brand

Sir Gawaine who championed integrity
Sir Percival who never fled a fight
Sir Lancelot who was the mighty
And Galahad the purest of them all

Old Merlin my fortune did make
He brought me to the Lady of the Lake
The sword of truth Excalibur I did take
I never remember what their eyes look like
Both wondrously enchantingly bright
With my given edge I did then break
The awesome skull of the fiery drake

And sweet Guineviere how could I forget
That loving thee my all in all regret
The world around us was so cold
Yet thy eyes would'st burning glow
My blood doth frozen over
But in thy loving hands and fold
My chilled heart soars in thy warmth

Devils curse and goblins shriek!

Morgan the stepsister who did betray me
Thus Mordred that bastard came to be
Sprung forth from a vile incestuous bed
Together they both razed and bled
Till the walls of beloved Camelot were red
But for all their villiany and slaughter
They paid dearly with their blood

I paid dearly too with my own tears and blood
Hence I did depart to Avalon to seek my brood
Excalibur I bid Sir Girflet to return to the Lake

This is the lay of the great Arthur Pentdragon
Son of Uther Pentdragon, Lord of the round table
And King of England by taking the sword in the stone

My Unoriginal Heart

2005-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:00

Pain In The Rain

I was waiting for it to rain
To wash away all the pain
Walking on an Admiralty boulevard
Talking to my hollow empty heart

Yet all that I can hear
Whispering into my ear
Is the sound of your name
Everything else just seems lame

That was the day I turned around
And when you could not be found

You were always just so near
But you seemed to disappear
Every moment I tried to hold you dear

How could this come to be?
Why did this happen to me?

Please tell me I was not wrong
When I waited for you all along

The Moving Target That Shot Back

2005-06-20T14:05:00.000-07:00

Hunting The Wolverine

I was never ever rescued
All the times when I was persued

Just because I never went with the flow
Just because I never bent my back low

They tried to break my back
The years have made me number
But I still remember the numbers
Those who set upon me
Those who sat upon me

They never had a good reason
But when they felt that it was the season
They always came
Thinking only of fun and game
I was their game

I always played along to pay them back
But there was no winning one on a pack

It was always hell in a cell
With no way out and no one there to help
When I bled I bled alone
Not sorry but weary and wretched to the bone
With pain and fury etched deep in the stone

I was told I needed medication
But I took a route of meditation
Because I needed no dictation

I still remember the 10 long years
Brought with so much blood and tears
What do you think I think about?

And now I am told I lacked management
But since when was I ever in an engagement?
I live only by my own statement

I have never regretted being who I am.

Speak Your Heart

2005-06-16T01:32:00.000-07:00

What I Really Wanna Say

When I really have
Something to say
I write it out
Hoping that you
Would look at it some day

But you always
Seem to be too busy
Too busy to even listen
To just a few words
A few simple words
That come from my heart

It breaks me apart
That I can never
Have the chance to ever
Sing to you that
I will be Right Here Waiting
For you forever

It's a promise
I'm trying hard to keep
It's been nearly 4 years
But I will keep waiting
And believing

I hear the song
Everyday in my mind all the time
Especially when the clock chimes
When you say "Good nite......"

I told you that
Anyone who can sing can write
As long as the words
That come from your heart
Really mean something
Mean something to someone
That special someone

That is why I write
That is why I ask people to write
I keep asking and writing
Because we all have words
In all our hearts
That we would wish
For our special someones to read
Some day, Some where, Some time.

The blood of your soul is not
The Red Havoc
But what you really have to say
To that really special someone
Someday......

Fly Me Home

2005-06-15T01:57:00.000-07:00

Flyaway

I flew like a lonely wren
In search of my brethren
Soaring on broken wings
In the dark evenings

Found...... x2

Birds of like feather
They all came hither
Singing altogether
Singing of home

In all our sorrow
We could but follow
The sun during noon
And at night the moon

Singing altogether
Singing of home

Found......
The star that will lead us there

Soaring altogether
Soaring back home x2
Soaring back......

Sound Director: Landon Carlton

My Life, My Legacy, My Legend.

2005-06-11T01:51:00.000-07:00

The Voice

I will live as I believe
I will walk as I have walked
I will talk as I have talked

The silence is relative
It cannot hold me captive
And even in the fearsome dark
My words will all come out stark

Even if I be
Dead Dead Dead

Unless all ye
Hath sightless eyes
And deafened ears

Ye all will always hear me
And it shalt forevermore be so

Can We Ever Break Free?

2005-06-10T01:55:00.000-07:00

"All paths in Life lead to Death and the only one true choice we have as men is between Right or Wrong. Every road is open but only one may each take. Freewill is highly relative....."

~Havoc~

Honest Men Are Dead

2005-06-10T01:46:00.000-07:00

The Measure Of A Man

How will you forge your soul?

Do you dare to touch the heating?
Can you take the savage beating?
Or would you rather be cheating?

How then would you stand?
On your own or with a band?

Will you always speak the truth
Even if it leads to your death
Or will you lie all the way
And flee down to the heath?

If to fight the good fight
And there are but none,
Would you be the one?
When you are all alone
With naught but fright?
Will you turn in flight?
Or fight the good fight?

Would you do these and die?
Or will you instead live a lie?

Do Not Make Her Cry

2005-06-07T03:15:00.000-07:00

Edenya's Tears

Watching Her brethren fall
Her lips bid a broken call
As Her scarf fell like a pall
Upon the red bastion wall

The wind is howling......

In Her ineffable pain
Her tears became rain
But they failed to stain
As the blood of the slain

Trapped is the owling
As the storm is brewing......

Down came Heaven's shards
Dishing out like sorrow's cards
Falling fast and striking hard
Whitening the mourning yard

They merry as She wept
Jesting in their gory dept

Then they hearken

The dark ones scry
As they hear His cry
Only wrath they spy
And their bodies fly
As His swords ply
In a cutting reply

With blood and fury
And deft calligraphy
His painted tapestry
Marred His pedestry

A writhing red serpent
On a snow parchment

Her sadness
His madness

All They did was love.

A Growing Competition

2005-06-01T00:24:00.000-07:00

Tribal

This is how we live

From the strong the weak we cull
Our trampling feet will smash your skull
This is the rule of our hive
Only the fittest shalt survive
If all you can do is pine and whine
Then all we will do is lash your spine
And make you scream like a castrated swine
For only the mighty can join our line
Fear is for the meek who can only shiver
We will flay you, scourge you, and eat your liver

Let our cruelty teach you 2060 ways to know pain
Let our cruelty teach you how to live
Let our cruelty teach you......

Such A Sad Beautiful Thing......

2005-05-30T01:01:00.000-07:00

Love & Envy

Before I knew you, I never understood the concept of envy, because I believed that I should fight to claim the right to own what I want. Only in doing so, did it make having what I had meaningful, having fought with all my heart and soul for them. I never envied others who had what I did not have, because what they had were gifts, luxuries that were not earned with their own blood and toil. Hence, I came to love fighting for what I want, for what I believe in, because I find it meaningful.

Then I met you. And I realized that it was the gifts from others, from you, that were truly precious. Because those are the things that, no matter how much I sacrifice, no matter what price I pay, no matter how hard I fight, I can never earn them with my own blood. They have to be given, with love, in order to be received in comfort. They have to be given, with grace, in order to be received with heart. It was then that I found that I had very little gifts, very little to lose, and a deep longing for the ultimate gift that I can ever receive. The heart of the woman I love, that I cannot have, but crave in all sadness for all infinite eternity.

You taught me love.
You taught me envy.
Such a sad beautiful thing......

~Havoc~

"The Devil Told You That!"

2005-05-28T02:11:00.000-07:00

Grimm's Fairytales: Rumpelstiltskin
by Jacob Ludwig Grimm and Wilhelm Carl Grimm

There was once a miller who was poor, but he had one beautiful daughter. It happened one day that he came to speak with the King, and, to give himself consequence, he told the King that he had a daughter who could spin gold out of straw. The King said to the miller, "That is an art that pleases me well; if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to my castle tomorrow, that I may put her to the proof."

When the girl was brought to him, he led her into a room that was quite full of straw, and gave her a wheel and spindle, and said, "Now set to work, and if by the early morning you have not spun this straw to gold you shall die." And he shut the door himself, and left her there alone.
And so the poor miller's daughter was left there sitting, and could not think what to do for her life: she had no notion how to set to work to spin gold from straw, and her distress grew so great that she began to weep. Then all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, who said, "Good evening, Miller's daughter; why are you crying?" "Oh!" answered the lass, "I have got to spin gold out of straw, and I don't understand the business." Then the little man said, "What will you give me if I spin it for you?" "My necklace," said the girl.

The little man took the necklace, seated himself before the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr! Three times round and the bobbin was full; then he took up another, and whirr, whirr, whirr! Three times round, and that was full; and so he went on till the morning, when all the straw had been spun, and all the bobbins were full of gold. At sunrise came the King, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and very much rejoiced, for he was beset with avarice. He had the Miller's daughter taken into another room filled with straw, much bigger than the last, and told her that if she valued her life she must spin it all in one night.

The lass knew not what to do, so she began to cry, and then the door opened again and the little man appeared and said, "What will you give me if I spin all this straw into gold?" "The ring from my finger," answered the girl.

So the little man took the ring, and began again to send the wheel whirring round, and by the next morning all the straw was spun into glistening gold. The King was rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but as he could never have enough of gold, he had the Miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "This, too, must be spun in one night, and if you accomplish it you shall be my wife." For he thought, "Although she is but a Miller's daughter, I am not likely to find any one richer in the whole world."
As soon as the girl was left alone, the little man appeared for the third time and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time?" "I have nothing left to give," answered the girl. "Then you must promise me the first child you have after you are Queen," said the little man.

"But who knows whether that will happen?" thought the girl; but as she did not know what else to do in her necessity, she promised the little man what he desired, upon which he began to spin, until all the straw was gold. And when in the morning the King came and found all done according to his wish, he caused the wedding to be held at once, and the Miller's bonny lass became a fine young Queen.

In a year's time she brought a child into the world, and thought no more of the little man, but one day he came suddenly into her room and said, "Now give me what you promised me."
The Queen was terrified greatly, and offered the little man all the riches of the kingdom if he would only leave the child, but the little man said, "No, I would rather have something living than all the treasures of the world."

Then the Queen began to lament and to weep and the little man was moved to pity. "I will give you three days," said he, "and if at the end of that time you cannot tell me my name, you must give your scion to me."

Then the Queen spent the whole night in thinking over all the names that she had ever heard, and sent a messenger through the land to ask far and wide for all the names that could be found. And when the little man came next day, beginning with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, she repeated all she knew, and went through the whole list, but after each the little man said, "That is not my name."
The second day the Queen sent to inquire of all the neighbors what the servants were called, and told the little man all the most unusual and singular names, saying, "Perhaps you are Roast-ribs, or Sheepshanks, or Spindleshanks?" But he answered nothing but "That is not my name."
The third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find one single new name, but as I passed through the woods I came to a high hill and chanced upon a sight most peculiar. Near the hill was a little house and before the house burned a fire and round the fire danced a comical little man and he hopped around on one leg and cried,

‘Today do I bake, tomorrow I brew,
The day after that the Queen's child comes in;
And oh! I am glad that nobody knew
That the name I am called is Rumpelstiltskin!’"

You cannot think how pleased the Queen was to hear that name and soon afterwards, when the little man walked in and said, "Now, Mrs. Queen, what is my name?" she said at first, "Are you called Jack?" "No," answered he. "Are you called Harry?" she asked again. "No," answered he. And then she said, "Then perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin!" "The devil told you that! The devil told you that!" cried the little man, and he stamped with his right foot so hard in his rage that it sank right into the ground, above his knee. Then he seized his left foot with both his hands in such a great effort to free himself that he tore himself in two, and that was the end of him.

A Tragic Fairytale To Forget

2005-05-28T01:36:00.000-07:00

Rumpelstiltskin

Sweet melancholy
Listen to my melody
I sing a song of malady

If she so desired
I would spin her straws of gold
Yet her heart I could not hold
And to me she was so cold

Thus my heart was forgone
And to half my mind was torn
Dreams of children left unborn

I wanted not
Her rings nor her necklace
But her love and her grace
A deep kiss face to face

Asylum now I seek
That I would rather all forget
Than to remember and regret
That I used to love you before

What is my name? Who am I?

The Crazy Mix

2005-05-26T01:47:00.000-07:00

How to make a RedHavoc

Ingredients:

1 part pride

3 parts crazyiness

5 parts ego

Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of fitness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Awake To Pain

2005-05-20T19:43:00.000-07:00

The Sleeper

The sleeper
Riding a flare
A flaming nightmare
Running faraway
From the darkness
Of the day

That he fears
What he hears
When he wakes
To what makes
The quakes
That shake

The state of his mind

The shadows watch
As they wait to catch
And pull off the patch
That covers his shame

For what he has done
That cannot be undone

Conscience
Makes the sleeper
His faith keeper

Anger Management Required

2005-05-07T00:44:00.000-07:00

Fatal Fury

Bleeding sorrow blinds the Sight
Darkening heart ignores the Light
Bitter rain fouls all thought
Seething notion forgets all ought
Judgment calls
Vengeance falls
The hand deals in pain
The deed leaves a stain

Mother's hope is dashed
Lover's dream has crashed
Brother is in horror
Children are in terror
Judgment calls
Vengeance falls
More pain hereafter
Bigger stain thereafter

2005-05-04T22:42:00.000-07:00

"If forever is just a dream, then all I want to do is to hold you close and never wake up."

~Havoc~

Love's Big Freeze

2005-05-04T22:28:00.000-07:00

Prison Of Ice

As I let her go as she turns away,
My heart becomes a cruel cold desolation,
Numb and hard without any consolation.
My world is a blurry blue translucence.
My spirit wanes in evanescence.
I feel naught but a pain that is immortal,
For an emptiness burns away
Everything else like some hell-spawned portal.
Shards of hurt are frozen with me in infinite stasis
As a merciless hard wetness coalesces around me on a definite basis.
Suffocation and tightness become together my vice;
The clamps of passion make so abominable a device.

For love I bear such an expensive price:
I am trapped in a prison of ice.

In an instant that lasts for an eternity.

Aeron's Pain

2005-04-25T18:48:00.000-07:00

"A howl of rage and sadness tore through Aeron`s throat, echoing between the lonely skies and the desolate lands beneath. It felt as though his spirit had been torn asunder, sent wailing into the night like a wraith in evanescent."

Fairytales are R(A)

2005-04-16T11:39:00.000-07:00

Red Riding Hood

Big Bad Wolf is howling
Desire is yowling

Raven tresses come apart
Hidden beauty unraveling starts
Craven soul suckles lascivious tart
Coyness cloaks a sighing heart

Little Red Riding Hood
Came up and over
The skinned serpent stood
Smittened stiff like wood

So Riding Jack and his lover
Lived happily ever after

Big God

2005-04-09T22:07:00.000-07:00

Dark Shire

This is the good Shire
There is no place for desire

There is no oppression
Only closed repression

Here
Justice brings recrimination
And solemn discrimination

There is no Ku Klux Klan
Only Black, White, Mundgen and bland

This is the good Shire
They call New York City*.

*If anyone is offended by this, think carefully about what I just blogged and you will find that it is true, to a large extent. Of course, you can say that it is relative. What about the Afros then? However, I have nothing against New York City. I just want to write about the evils in a society. Basically, it is only used as an example here, so if you cannot appreciate this, just use another Shire.

~Havoc~

The Grey Between Light And Darkness

2005-04-08T13:44:00.000-07:00

"Here comes an age when by the Light becomes too blinding
And our Shadows become the only lines by which we can define ourselves."

~Havoc~

2005-04-07T02:40:00.000-07:00

Rogue

No dogs bark
When I walk
In the dark.

No shadow
Will I show
When I bow;
Crouched down low.

To steal, I am bold.
But I seek not gold.

Open your Vault!

Too long has it lain
Shut off and untold.
Let me entrance gain
Into your iron Mould.

It is your heart
That I wish to hold.

It is only you
That I wish to enfold
With both wings to
Shield you from the cold.

Graffiti On The Walls Of My Heart

2005-04-07T01:35:00.000-07:00

Blood On The Walls

On the walls I will paint
With my blood all my pain.
But there are only so many walls that I can stain,
Only so much blood that I can give,
And this much hurt that I can receive......

For you I sacrificed.
Yet my heart you crucified.
I set myself on fire to give you light,
But you remain blind to my plight.

Fairytales Are Relative

2005-04-07T00:31:00.000-07:00

Dark Rapunzel

Sweet Rapunzel
Yon bonny virgin tresses
Be like night's dark raven

They stretch long carresses
That drive men doth craven
To beseech thee with ungodly zeal

Yet they all yield
To Death's great field

When in thy locks do they entangle
When their necks do thee wrangle

And from thy tower bastion
Do they hence dangle

Ghastly ever after