No Words Can Quench My Bellied Hell...

No words can quench my bellied hell
Nor battles set me free
It’s going to take a greater war
To squelch this agony
Inside of me there rests a cowardice
Brave soldiers die but once
But I have died a thousand deaths
And still have led the front
There lies a pride in disappearing
Under darkened seas
Sunk down amidst the armistice
‘Tween certainty and dream
Pledge to me you won’t let go
The secrets of our past betrothed
The documented current sweeps
The techno dumbed down undertow
It’s going to take the man in me
To stave off hunger pangs
Inside there rests a restlessness
It’s all that doth remain – this virile game
I’ve missed a thousand meals
And still have filled my plate
Turned back the clock only to find
The hour getting late
Min(e)d brain it strains
Pulls one (a)way then slides in stride and back again
In hues of heather angel rot
Bloomed psalms of sirens best forgot
Take this chalice from my lips
Infinity does not exist
Eternity is but a kiss
That blinds a man from hopelessness
His meaningless existence
Death is all and all is death
Yet precious breath will seek to breathe
The redolence of falsely believed
Sacraments that claim to save
A life demoralized, depraved
In effort to avoid the flies
The followers of such said lies
Are hypnotized by props that promise
Honesty beyond what even
Starving artists can perceive
Shear heights no mortal can achieve
Created thus to tempt the wanderlust
That lurks in each of us
To make us trust in deities that cannot be
If peoplekind cannot imagine
Cannot fathom endless heaven, endless hell
Duly fraught with forms fictitious
Makes a grounded man suspicious
Tales transforming hard sewn facts
Into exquisite myths of tattered fascination
Religious wraiths of masturbation
Pound down upon the door of reason
Like acorns shrill on thin tin roofs
Left shook the fear laid faith foundation
Charades that mask the oxblood sky
Bright adolescence dizzy with the threat
Of pending war, abusive stench
Still fresh on fingertips
Stretched lean at love’s elastic grip
The bridegroom wrapped in cloth of night
And bride in sacrificial white
Take flight into the dawn beyond
New generation
Life goes on.